He Yuting held the immortal seal in her hand, and her eyes looked at Erlang Zhenjun.

Erlang Zhenjun raised his eyebrows at her: "Put it away." ”

He Yuting didn't move. The immortal seal in his hand emitted a continuous groan, and in the depths of He Yuting's soul, there was also a small flash of light that echoed with the immortal seal. As long as she pressed the mutilated immortal seal to her chest, the immortal seal would slowly merge into the soul body, merging with the shining point originally embedded in the soul body. After a period of fusion and adjustment, even if she doesn't drive the Immortal Seal, the Immortal Seal can protect herself from the external poison. Ordinary immortals will only be overjoyed when they get the immortal seal, and only He Yuting will hold it in her hand and twist it with a look of wanting to throw it out.

Erlang Zhenjun sighed, and naturally reached out to scoop Ren Lian Xi into his arms.

"Good, good, talk well, don't, don't, don't move your hands and feet. It's, it's all big, white, daytime! He Yuting stammered, watching as her two arms stretched out from behind, wrapping her hands again. His hands were twice as large as hers, and his fingers were thin and even, covering her hand so tightly that there were almost no gaps. She was wrapped in his arms as if she were unable to move.

In his previous life, Erlang Zhenjun was not so affectionate. When the two get along, Erlang Zhenjun, like other immortals, has a bit of a cold and cold taste. On the other hand, He Yuting is really enthusiastic and has a too lively personality. Most of it was He Yuting who teased her, and Erlang Zhenjun stopped it. If she reached out and put her hand on his chest, he immediately grabbed the restless little paw, and then looked at her with deep eyes, talking about life, ideals, Taoism, or the funeral of a soldier. Very meticulous and tedious. I didn't expect that this life would be reversed, He Yuting wanted to sit upright, but he wanted the two of them to stick into a mess.

Erlang Zhenjun was coaxing her: "The immortal seal is a magic weapon forged by the eighteen immortal venerables of the opening realm, don't underestimate that it is just a magic weapon, and its magical powers are not inferior to spiritual objects." What's more, in the previous life, it inherited your flesh and blood, and only wanted to recognize you as Lord. Others want to make a fuss about it, but they can't do it. How can you leave it aside? Even if it's a domestic dog, it's sad, not to mention the natal magic weapon that recognizes you as the master and has been warmed by you? I don't know if it was compared to being inferior to a dog, or if it was really hurt by He Yuting's thought of throwing it away, Xianxi trembled slightly in the palms of the two of them, and let out a thin mournful sound. He Yuting's heart softened. Erlang Zhenjun took advantage of the fire to strike iron. "Don't resist, it assists, and your soul can be replenished soon." He Yuting couldn't see a trace of anxiety between Erlang Zhenjun's eyebrows behind him. He originally planned to replenish the soul for He Yuting in a hurry, and on the other side, the hidden mission of Meat T and Blood Yin was also underway. Now, in less than a week, Blood Yin and Meat T will be able to reach the conditions for ascension, and then they will take He Yuting to ascend and leave the realm to re-enter the reincarnation. Unexpectedly, when it was about to be completed, He Yuting actually had another body hidden, and because of his mistakes, the soul power that He Yuting had finally regained was cut to pieces by the burning sky. At this time, there was no problem with the ascension reincarnation, but after the reincarnation, her self-preservation power was cut a lot.

He couldn't tell her that the two couldn't be together after reincarnation, and she had to protect herself......

He Yuting suddenly chuckled.

Erlang Zhenjun was slightly stunned, pulled her little face and took a closer look, she was really smiling. "Laughing at what?"

"Erlang is still so serious in his mouth, but his hands and feet are not good."

Erlang Zhenjun was stunned and asked unhappily: "What nonsense!" Quickly take the magic weapon back into your body! ”

It's soft and can't do it, so it's ready to be hard. He Yuting adjusted her posture, buried her head in his arms half-sideways, and covered her chest with her. Erlang Zhenjun had no intention of forcing her to accept the immortal seal, but now seeing her like this, he could only sigh helplessly. In the final analysis, it was the shadow that occurred when the fairy seal was forcibly punched into her body in her previous life. He was faintly afraid of her, so he blamed him again. The time for two people to get along with each other is limited, and they can't be affectionate every minute, and they shouldn't be resentful because of this. He was thinking about trying to persuade He Yuting to take back his natal magic weapon, He Yuting buried his face in his chest and said sullenly: "You see, in the past, I was the only one who did it to you, and you avoided it. Now, it's upside down, and you want me to avoid you. ”

For this kind of thing? He Yuting's coquettish tone made Erlang Zhenjun stunned, and he leaned over her ear and asked softly: "Do you blame me for being rude to you?" ”

"Nope." He Yuting replied immediately, and the flush gradually spread downward, dyeing all the way to the base of her neck.

Erlang Zhenjun smiled slightly, but his smile was slightly astringent. After three thousand years of searching, he repeatedly recalled the past in countless sleepless nights, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. If he hadn't avoided He Yuting's enthusiasm in the way of face, how could he have been successfully separated by the new emperor at a critical moment? If he had seriously confessed his intention to never give up, how could there be a disaster in the prison Yanchi behind?

Fortunately, the reincarnation of heaven finally allowed him to find her again. Even if he continues the trend of gathering and separating in his previous life, he understands it in his heart, and he wants her to understand - my heart is still the same, you will not give up, I will not leave. Since she wants her to understand, she naturally uses her favorite method to show it in the future. Erlang Zhenjun hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Don't like me touching you like this?" ”

He Yuting didn't respond for a while.

Erlang Zhenjun's heart was slightly cold, and he was about to let go of his embrace, but he found that she was stuffed in her chest and nodded slightly, revealing fiery red ears in her messy hair. Erlang Zhenjun's heart moved slightly.

"I like it." He Yuting said in a muffled voice, "I just remembered that you always had to avoid it when I teased you in the past, and at that time I thought it would be better if you had to go back a little more." ”

Erlang Zhenjun was ecstatic, but he didn't expect him and He Yuting to think of the same point, he tightened his arms, lowered his head and asked affectionately: "Like this?" The answer was a slap. The immortal seal, which was originally caught in his hand, fell out and rolled to the side. Erlang Zhenjun quickly picked it up for her and stuffed it back into his hand. "Put it away, don't break it again." He commanded in a rough voice: "It is not complete now, it is more fragile than before." Break it again, where can I get a refining furnace and ...... it" He suddenly stopped talking, finally realizing what He Yuting was thinking about. He cupped her burnt red face. "You refuse to accept the Immortal Seal, is it because Long Jiu is making a refining furnace?"

He Yuting awkwardly looked away, looking up at the ceiling like a dead fish. Both cheeks were pinched by him with one hand, and his lips pursed high.

Erlang Zhenjun couldn't cry or laugh. "Long Jiu has become half an immortal puppet, even if I don't need her to refine the seal, she is used by Guangtian as a container and soul as a refining fire, and sooner or later she will embark on a dead end. I'm just ending her tragedy early. "It's not to cheapen the immortal emperor who doesn't know what to do.

He Yuting replied sullenly: "I don't care about her life and death. I just don't want to touch anything she's touched. ”

Erlang Zhenjun frowned and smiled bitterly, obviously still not understanding He Yuting's thoughts.

He Yuting said: "I don't have an opinion on Xianxi...... Alas, got it. I'll put away the fairy seal. But before I put it away, can I take it to the back of the pool and wash it? I always feel that the immortal seal is stained with the smell of Long Jiu, and I always feel very good when I put it into the soul body like this. I want to wash it clean, preferably by immersing it in water for a few days and nights before melting into my soul. Xianxi let out an aggrieved groan.

Jiro Zhenjun was still laughing, but he gradually couldn't laugh anymore. Suddenly, he pushed her down on the bed.

In the next second, a restraint technique was pressed down like a top, so that He Yuting couldn't move, and could only watch Erlang Zhenjun caged on him. Erlang Zhenjun leaned down little by little, and his ink pupils reflected He Yuting's face like jade. "I suddenly remembered something, just while you were still there, I had to ask clearly."

He Yuting's heart palpitated, and her breathing stopped for half a beat: While people are still there? Did he find out?

"What happened three thousand years ago that you were going to run away while I wasn't home?"

He Yuting was stunned.