"Senior brother! Brother! The familiar voice recalled Jing Han's mind, and he slowly opened his eyes, and the eyes were met by Lin Yan's worried eyes and the curtain made of emerald green satin.

Why did Lin Yan come here?!!

Jing Han sat up suddenly, but heard a familiar voice say, "Hey, little sect, you can take it easy!" For people in infancy, the waist is the most important! You are a primordial baby, and your breath is unstable, be careful not to get rid of the primordial baby in your belly! ”

Jing Han frowned, how to listen to how to feel this is a little strange.

He looked at where the voice came from, and saw Yu Panzi shaking the folding fan in his hand, looking at him with a smile in his eyes.

And behind Yu Panzi, many unknown faces looked at him with admiration or worry, all of them were fellow disciples of the villa.

This is the boundary of the Golden Jade Villa.

Instinctively, he told Jinghan what he should say, but as soon as he said the word "I", he was interrupted by Yu Panzi: "Hey, hey, did you hear it, your senior brother has something serious to talk to Lin Daoyou, and if you see enough, you will all disperse." ”

After speaking, he showed an ambiguous smile, flung the folding fan and unfolded it in front of him, revealing the two big characters of "纨绔" of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, and strode away.

As soon as the people on the front foot dispersed, Lin Yan climbed onto Jing Han's bed on the back foot, he hugged Jing Han tightly, and said in a slightly squeamish cry: "Senior brother, you are scared to death." "Probably because Jiao Sa has more experience, his tone is just right, neither feminine nor annoying, only makes people feel pity.

But Jinghan was in no mood to pity Lin Yan at all.

His brows furrowed slightly, and the spiritual qi in the dantian swirled, turning into a one-foot-thick wall of ice and trees on the ground.

The thickest Ice Wall Technique can only reach this point, which proves that the practitioner's cultivation is about at the stage of Yuan Infant, and he has already opened fourteen tricks, how can he still be Yuan Infant?

Just now, he was obviously able to travel thousands of miles in an instant, and that was a means that only immortals have.

Jing Han came back to his senses and asked, "I'm just ...... Always here? ”

Lin Yan nodded, quite dissatisfied with being left out: "Senior brother has been in a coma here for most of the day. He thought for a moment and added, "I've been here with my brother." After finishing speaking, he looked at Jing Han with a light smile, with affection in his eyes, which made people's hearts soften.

Jing Han's thoughts finally returned to the present, rubbed the tips of Lin Yan's hair behind his ears, and said, "Thank you before." ”

"How come, I ......" Lin Yan wanted to say a few witty words, but suddenly came back to his senses, pressed Jing Han's hand that was about to be withdrawn, and pulled back his heart with a smile, "It's just that the thunder that I blocked for my senior brother before, and my whole body still hurts now." He grabbed Jing Han's hand and slashed it twice on his chest, revealing a pitiful expression.

Jing Han really rubbed his head softly again.

Lin Yan's little conspiracy succeeded, and the invisible big tail suddenly cocked, and it was an unhappy copy.

However, what he didn't know was that Jing Han was indeed coaxing him as unhappy.

For Jing Han, who doesn't know how to express his affection for people, watching Zhong Teng coax the dog is his only experience.

Lin Yan was also as he expected, the whole person rubbed against him as if he had no bones, and even stuck out his tongue......

Ask for a kiss.

If he had often suspected that Lin Yan had some ulterior motives after this tribulation, he had completely dispelled this doubt - for immortal cultivators, what could be more important than his own life?

He is now a little infancy, what is there to Lin Yan to covet?

Thinking of this, Jing Han couldn't help but soften his stiff back, closed his eyes, and slightly relaxed his defensive lip flap.

Lin Yan immediately grasped this change, inch by inch, conquering the city, kissing and sticky enough to tear people down and eat them, his eyes were like a fox who had stolen the fish, and he didn't have the shyness that usually stuck to Jing Han's side.

The long-awaited feast was just around the corner, Lin Yan was a little at a loss, his mind swept through countless means that could make people want to die, and for a while he couldn't pick a plan that could perfectly please the man in front of him, who had always been cold.

The peachy color on the pale face, the slight wetness hidden in the corners of the long eyelashes, and even the suppressed frowning brow were fascinating.

He bowed his head reverently like a pilgrimage, gently but firmly sucked on Jing Han's neck, and the gentle tip of his tongue left a shallow water stain on his collarbone, lined with red clouds, which looked ambiguous.

Jing Han had no choice but to stretch out a hand to press his forehead, which was already a little dizzy, only to feel that his whole heart was stuck to the tip of Lin Yan's tongue, and despite his efforts to calm down, his breathing couldn't help but tremble, bringing out a sweet and greasy tail.

The ambiguous silence was suddenly broken when Lin Yan touched a certain soft point, Jing Han was defenseless, his lips and tongue opened slightly, and he let out a low trembling sound, this voice was so familiar, it was exactly the same as what he heard in the ice cave in his dream.

And Jing Han's soul seemed to be pulled back to that cold and dead place, and those inky eyes like nightmares crashed into his mind again.

Accompanied by the bloody light in his pupils, a low, seductive male voice said very demagogically: "Sue sù me...... Who are you? ”

"I'm ...... I am...... Demons! Get lost!!! ”

Jing Han opened his eyes suddenly, breathing in the fresh air, cold sweat slid down his eyelids and fell to the corners of his eyes, unspeakably uncomfortable.

It was dark all around, and he raised his hand to wipe the beads of sweat, but he saw a soft light flicker in front of him, and a faint candle flame not much bigger than his thumb lit beside him—neither too dim nor dazzling.

In the dim light, Lin Yanzheng looked at him with a worried face.

Hearing that Jing Han woke up, Yu Zhenren quickly rushed over.

Before, he had clearly heard Jing Han's wail when he was unconscious, and he had seen his headless flies chopping indiscriminately in his sleep, and he had long been worried and scolded his mother - why didn't this pair of little rabbit cubs know to restrain a little?

The corners of his eyes crossed the dark red marks on Jing Han's neck, and he didn't know how to persuade him.

Do you want to give them a spring palace painting?

It's a shame to faint at such a time.

Yu Zhenren, who had always maintained the image of the fairy wind Dao bones, was thinking about whether to send his son to preach tactfully, but he heard Jing Han ask: "Master, have you ever heard of the same thing?" ”

Before Yu Zhenren's face was exposed and the corners of his mouth twitched, Jing Han added: "Apprentice means that under certain circumstances, another person's consciousness will break into his brain. ”

Yu Zhenren understood this "specific situation" almost instantly, and asked rhetorically: "What kind of person is this other person?" "Sanqing bless, what the big apprentice who doesn't understand the amorous feelings must not be Lin Yan's consciousness.

Jing Han opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to describe the other party - he knew almost nothing about the other party except for the inky eyes and deep tone.

After just trying to remember for a moment, Jing Han's brain began to throb again, and a painful look appeared on his face.

"Who is it? Answer me...... "That very demagogic tone tugged at Keihan's heart like a small hook, and the inky eyes did not reappear, replaced by a strange circular snake pattern on a piece of dark skin, which was drenched in sweat, and you could imagine the heat of that skin just by looking at it.

No, you can't answer him.

Jing Han gasped and pressed his own consciousness, and let out a beast-like wail from his throat.

The two faces of Lin Yan and Yu Zhenren were close at hand, one was overwhelmed and worried, and the other was thoughtful inquiry.

Jing Han clutched the clothes in his heart tightly with one hand, and tried to throw away some unspeakable details of what he saw in these dreams, and lay out them as the most ordinary white drawings.

The more Yu Zhenren listened, the more grim his face became, and he pursed his lips and said, "If the teacher didn't guess wrong, Zong'er should have inadvertently collided with the soul of a certain Yuan Infant Cultivator...... Fortunately, it is the Yuan Infant Stage, and this talent has not been injured by him, but his cultivation should be higher than your ......."

I didn't listen to the chatter after that.

He had heard of the soul collision, but with the spiritual power of the Fourteen Tribulation Period, when he encountered an ordinary soul, it was directly and rudely crushed in the past, how could there be a reason to be tracked by someone in reverse, or even suppressed so painfully.

So this possibility was subconsciously ruled out by him at the beginning.

But now Yu Zhenren has put forward this idea again, and there is even a reason for it - is there really someone in this world who is stronger than his spiritual power? And judging from the few fragments, the man still looks very young......

Or rather, the man's eyes were young.

At least not the old monsters who have dragged on for tens of thousands of years during the Tribulation Period and have begun to become physically and mentally exhausted and rotten can have.

Who are the talents who have risen to the stage of tribulation in the past two thousand years?

Jing Han silently pondered for a moment, but couldn't find a matching person.

The higher they got, the more cautious the monks became, and the ordinary casual cultivators rarely revealed their cultivation, and only those monks who relied on the famous sects in order to show the strength of the sect would announce their cultivation level to the world.

If I remember correctly, there are only two young monks who have survived the transitional calamity period in recent years, and only one of them is a male cultivator......

Jing Han's ears moved, and he heard Yuzhen's humanity: "...... The Void Void has always studied many of these things, and the teacher happened to have a good relationship with the elders who were in charge of their scriptures......"

Yu Zhenren stroked his beard, his face was slightly embarrassed, and he was quite embarrassed that his own sect could only rely on hugging his thighs.

Lin Yan was reluctant to run errands as a jade real person, so he took the task without giving in: "It's okay, I will arrive safely with my senior brother." ”