Updated: 2013-01-01

The whole body seemed to be on fire, the skin was hot, but the inside of the body was cold, and I wanted to move uneasily, but I felt that my whole body was sore and weak, and I didn't even have the strength to open my eyes.

You can hear whispered sobs in your ears, and a pair of cool hands brushing your cheeks......

Then, he fell into a coma again.

When I woke up again, the fever had subsided, but my body was sticky and greasy, and the smell of herbs filled the room.

It took a while for Leng Yan to come back to her senses from the clouds and find herself lying on an old-fashioned wooden bed, the light blue curtain hanging halfway down, just obscuring her vision.

When I reached out and pulled the curtain, I felt a tightness in my chest, and the slightest movement hurt all over my body.

I couldn't help coughing, but I couldn't help it, and I spurted out a mouthful of black blood, staining the quilt.

Leng Yan stared at the specks of blood on the quilt, and was a little stupid for a while.

What's going on?

At the end of the memory, it was Shenqiu who stabbed him in the lower abdomen with a dagger...... Leng Yan reached out to touch his lower abdomen, smooth and showed no signs of injury, but his chest was suffocated again, and he held back it so hard that he didn't vomit blood again.

Leng Yan didn't move again, whether it was her lower abdomen or chest, it was certain that she was injured, and the injury was not light.

Taking a deep breath, Leng Yan frowned, and there was a warm current in his lower abdomen, like a source of strength, flowing through his body along the blood.

It's very thin, very weak, if she hadn't focused on her wound at this time, she might not have noticed that this force was flowing through, and it could actually relieve the stuffy pain in her chest.

In his heart, he silently recited the meditation method he had learned before, and found that this method had made the flow of power even faster, and the injury in his chest was slowly relieved.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I fell asleep, and my mind was suddenly full of various fragments for a while.

Because of the squeezing of this powerful force, beads of sweat of Bean-sized appeared from Leng Yan's forehead, and when everything stopped, everything was frozen in a somewhat gloomy face, and endless hatred surged in her heart......

Suddenly I woke up, it was still the same room, the bed, but the stuffy pain in my chest had disappeared.

Leng Yan took a deep breath, took out a bronze mirror from the side of the bed, and a young man's delicate and pale face came into view.

She is dead, and her soul has crossed over to this other world called the Vast Continent, and has possessed this young man who is also called Cold Flame.

In my memory, the vast continent is vast and dangerous, and this is a world where humans and monsters coexist.

Human beings rely on spiritual cultivation to improve their abilities and Warcraft to compete for the resources of cultivation, and they also use Warcraft to improve their own abilities.

The so-called spiritual cultivation, in the cold flame feeling, is like the so-called internal force, and all the spiritual power is condensed in the dantian.

If a cultivator can convert spiritual power into phantom power, he can use his phantom power to control the soul of the demonic beast, sign a contract, and become an illusion master.

The magical beasts controlled by the phantom master are called phantom beasts.

A phantom spirit master with a phantom beast is much stronger than an ordinary spirit cultivator, and in this world where the strong are respected, becoming an illusion master can gain people's respect.

If the Phantom Master can break through the bottleneck and transform the phantom power into combat power, he will be able to merge with the Phantom Beast and become a War Spirit Master.

Becoming a War Spirit Master, that is already a powerhouse in the Vast Continent, and at the same time, the War Spirit Master can use the power of merging with the Phantom Beast to gain the ability to fly.

Further up, that is the soul master who converts combat power into soul power, the memory of this part is blurred, and obviously this cold flame doesn't know much.

In this way, it seems that the warm current in her body that can repair wounds is the so-called spiritual power. However, such a small spiritual power, according to Leng Yan's memory, can only be regarded as a third-order level of a junior spiritual cultivator at most.

This level of ability can almost be ignored, because in the Spiritual Cultivation Martial Arts Comprehensive Academy, as long as there is a spiritual cultivation physique for two months, the stupidest person can also reach the third-order level of a junior spiritual cultivator!

What a waste of wood!

At this rate of cultivation, even if it is a lifetime, you will not be able to become an illusionist!

If it weren't for Leng Yan being a direct descendant of the Leng family, the grandson of the head of the Leng family, he would definitely not be living in the junior class of this Spiritual Cultivation Martial Arts Comprehensive Academy at the age of sixteen.

Because Cold Flame has no talent in cultivating spirits, his body is weak, and he can't practice martial arts at all.

In this world of the strong and the supreme, there is no mercy at all, even if Leng Yan is a man with his neck shrunk, even if Leng Yan has a strong brother Leng Yi by his side to protect her, but after all, everything is over.

Yuan Li, the name of that gloomy young man, is also the culprit who killed Leng Yan!

The corners of Leng Yan's eyebrows twitched, and his expression became a little more cold.

She knows that in this world of the supreme of the strong, if she is not strong enough, she can only disappear, since she still has a chance to live another life, then, she must definitely become a truly independent strong person who can protect the people she values!

Leng Yan touched the bronze ring on his finger, this ring is an illusion weapon, which can hide gender, since he can remember, he has been wearing it on his index finger, he has been a woman dressed as a man since he was a child, and his brother Leng Yi repeatedly instructed him not to take off the ring, otherwise it will cause trouble!

Leng Yan was still reminiscing about the memories of this otherworld, and the door was kicked open, and seven or eight teenagers wearing black robes with the same gold piping broke in.

The one in the lead is very handsome, but there is a little more femininity between his eyebrows, and Leng Yan noticed that the hand resting on his waist is still slightly cocked with orchid fingers.

"Leng Yan! You are so bold that you dare to confess to the young master of the original ceremony! Hmph, you don't look at what you are! The Leng family has such a shameless waste wood as you, it is really a loss of face!" The young man in the lead scolded at the top of his throat.

Leng Yan knew that this young man's name was Leng Qing, and he was an elder brother of the Leng family, and his cultivation talent was much better than Leng Yan's.

In my memory, this Leng Qing seems to like the original rites, so the cold flame who is often tortured by the original rites is even more unpleasant to look at horizontally and vertically, and always runs to bully people when the cold flame is the weakest!

Leng Qing itself is a shemale who likes male sex abnormalities, and at this time, he even scolded Leng Yan, which is really thick-skinned.

Leng Yan slowly sat up from the bed, turned over and got out of bed, stared at Leng Qing, sneered lightly, and said, "What are you! Dare to break into my room casually! Get out of me!"

As soon as these words came out, a circle of people were stunned for a moment.

Everyone knows that Leng Yan is the famous young master of the Leng family, and they also know that Leng Yan is the junior student with the worst spiritual power in the Spiritual Cultivation Martial Arts Comprehensive College, and they also know that Leng Yan is cowardly by nature and is often beaten by others!

But why is the coercion at this time, the momentum at this time, like a king, obviously not to listen to words, but I feel that I can't help but want to listen.

Looking at Leng Yan's little face, which has always bowed his head, rose slightly at this time, as if he was slightly pale because he was lying in bed, but because of his black eyes that were not afraid of everything and looked down on all beings, he gave people a firm, resolute, persistent, and disdainful temperament.

The white undershirt he was wearing was obviously stained with blood, but he was still the dignity of the superior, as if the cold flame at this time was no longer the same person as the wreckage they were familiar with before.

"Leng Yan! you dare to talk to me like that!" Leng Qing was so angry that his hands trembled a little.

Leng Yan, a wreck, dared to argue with the coldness of a fourth-order cultivator who had already cultivated his spiritual power to the fourth order of an intermediate spiritual cultivator, and he was fearless!

Leng Yan slowly stood up from the side of the bed and said coldly, "This is Young Master Ben's room! I have the right to let you get out of here!"

"You, you...... I'll ......" Leng Qing grabbed the hilt of the sword at his waist and was about to draw his sword, but he was held down by a young man next to him, and touched the back of Leng Qing's hand very obscenely, and threw a wink at Leng Qing, only to slightly calm the violent and dynamic Leng Qing.

"Today, a few of our buddies won't say anything about the original ceremony, first take out this month's monthly money and honor a few of our buddies, and then our account will be calculated slowly. The young man said to Leng Yan without smiling.

This young man is a good friend of cold love, the relationship between the two is very ambiguous, if you say that you are cold and lustful, and like the original ceremony, then this young man named Jin Siyuan loves money, and he likes to bully the weak and collect the protection fee called monthly money!

Want money?

In my memory, there is indeed a scene where Leng Yan of this nest of bags gave all her pocket money to this Jin Siyuan, but now Leng Yan is not that waste wood, she wants to become a strong man in the mainland, how can she let so many little minions be powerful!

"Oh, moon money, I think you're still a step late, Yuan Li has already stolen all the money from me!" Leng Yan said.

This is not false, speaking of which, this dead Leng Yan is really a wreck, in the face of the violence of the original ceremony, he has no ability to fight back, and he also takes out all the money, wanting to exchange for a trace of mercy.

"Gone?" Jin Siyuan frowned and looked at Leng Qing, both of whom saw the look in their eyes.

Although that original ceremony is a genius, there is a problem, that is, slamming the door. The people who slammed the door invited everyone to have a meal yesterday, and drank flower wine, and the others were ecstatic.

Now it seems that the crux of the problem has been found!

Looking at Leng Yan's bloodstains, it was obvious that he was beaten by the people of the original ceremony, if these people made another move, I am afraid that Leng Yan's weak body would not be able to stand it, and he would die with a whimper, and it would be difficult to explain it when the time came.

The Leng family doesn't matter, even if it is a direct descendant, it is just a waste of firewood, but Leng Yan's brother Leng Yi is not easy to deal with.

Just when the two sides were at a stalemate, I heard someone outside shouting: "Hey, Qin Xuan! Our young master is running errands inside, you get away!"

"Get out of the way! What are you going to do to the flames!" Qin Xuan shouted.

Then there was the sound of a fight outside, but it was only a moment, Qin Xuan was thrown in, his face was full of injuries, and the originally clean and neat robe on his body was also torn in several places, because his nose was bleeding, and the golden piping was stained with blood, and he looked embarrassed.

"Flame ......" Qin Xuan raised his head, and when he saw Leng Yan standing beside the bed, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he said: "Flame! The doctor said, you hurt your ribs, you can't move at will! You, cough!

Leng Yan looked down at Qin Xuan, whose face was covered with blood and tears, and he couldn't see his original upright appearance, and a warm current rose in his heart.