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What is divine consciousness? Closing one's eyes and knowing the week is divine consciousness.

The eyes can only look in front of them, while the mind can look around. However, this was not what surprised Yan Wuxin, Yan Wuxin remembered that Ye Chengcheng once said, "The mind cannot be fugue, fugue is divine consciousness", so the most obvious sign of the fugue realm is divine consciousness.

It's just that Yan Wuxin has clearly not broken through the condensation realm at the moment, so how can he say that the scene that appears in his mind is clearly the appearance of his divine consciousness, how can this be faked? However, now is obviously not the time to think deeply, and the appearance of divine consciousness is not a bad thing, especially for Yan Wuxin now.

Four red daggers stabbed at Yan Wuxin, Yan Wuxin's fingertips were entangled, and the dagger in the hand of the [child] also swiped towards a wooden puppet, and the soul power of the middle pole point also slowly flowed between the veins, and a small tail couldn't help but stretch out from the soul silk in his right hand, accompanied by silk.

Two companion wires, one left and one right.

This time is different from the past, and the appearance of the two companion wires is undoubtedly a great pressure on Yan Wuxin.

"The two companion threads are both derived from the acupoints, just as the soul thread comes from the sea of qi, more soul threads bring a greater burden to people, and it is not easy to have more companion threads. Yan Wuxin thought so in his heart, in the past, the appearance of the companion silk was not difficult to control, but this time because it was the relationship between the two companion threads, it was much more difficult than before, if Yan Wuxin hadn't reached the level of two fools, I am afraid that at this moment, I really can't control the soul silk and the companion silk.

However, there are two more companion wires, although it brings Yan Wuxin a lot of burden, but the arms of [Child] are more flexible than before, the dagger is stabbed, and the dagger of the wooden puppet is also stabbed, and the companion silk comes to the shoulder of [Child], the shoulder is slightly off, the dagger has been grazed, the shoulder is only a little darker, and it has not been damaged much, and the dagger of [Child] slashed through the arm of the wooden puppet, and a black line appeared on the arm of the wooden puppet, and the black line slowly became black, and then the flame also ignited.

At this moment, the dagger in the other arm of the wooden puppet stabbed, and the companion silk in the right hand came to the right arm, the right arm was raised, and under the control of the companion silk, the [child] dodged the wooden puppet's stab with very small movements.

Micro-manipulation.

If Ye Chengcheng once again will see that Yan Wuxin's control of the puppet has reached such a point, under the continuous attack of the two puppets, Yan Wuxin's control of the [child] has naturally become more and more delicate, condensing the first awakening, and the fugue is a success, although at this moment Yan Wuxin can't reach the point of the first success, but at least under the control of the [child] has stepped into the threshold of the first success.

The royal is to be delicate, just at this time, the arm of the [child] dodged the stab of the wooden puppet's attack with a slight movement, dodged a stab, and the dagger in the hand of the [child] was drawn again, the position remained the same, but the arm was changed, and a black line appeared on the arm of the wooden puppet again, and the black line caught fire and ignited.

After a few times, although Yan Wuxin successfully slashed the wooden puppet with a dagger, Yan Wuxin's soul power in the sea of qi also consumed another heavy, and only half of the already small soul power remained.

The offensive remained the same, but Yan Wuxin's body fell strangely to the right, and the left arm of the puppet behind him held the dagger and stabbed out, the dagger grazed Yan Wuxin's left shoulder, and the heat on the flame dagger crossed Yan Wuxin's coat, and a sense of anxiety couldn't help but enter his nose, but this time Yan Wuxin had already dodged the stab of the wooden puppet without looking back.

Still didn't turn around, when the [child] held the dagger and went up, Yan Wuxin's fallen figure flipped in the air, and another dagger stabbed out on the side of his body, still scratching his coat without stabbing it.

Yan Wuxin in the air dodged the two daggers behind him with a somersault, and then kicked backwards, and the puppet behind him received a kick from Yan Wuxin's waist, although there was no big problem, but the forward figure was still blocked, and with this kick, Yan Wuxin threw himself at his puppet [child].

Hit the ground and roll back.

The soul silk also pulled back, and the [child] was still in front of Yan Wuxin, raising his head, Yan Wuxin looked at his footprints on the wooden puppet, and only felt that the pain on his body had been reduced a lot, "Are you kicking!?" Yan Wuxin said loudly, his voice containing a sense of relief.

However, the voice fell, as Yan Wuxin said, the puppet was really like it kicked, it should be said that the wooden puppet continued to attack him, and the other wooden puppet kicked Yan Wuxin with the help of the wooden puppet in front of him.

At this time, the two wooden puppets did not choose to attack, but attacked Yan Wuxin at the same time.

In the same direction.

The puppet in the sky fell to the ground, a dagger stabbed forward, the [child] retreated, the soul silk in Yan Wuxin's hand swayed left and right, and the dagger in the hand of the [child] slashed away.

Before the dagger arrived, another flame dagger had arrived, and the dagger naturally came from another puppet behind the puppet, and at this moment, the two puppets cooperated much better than before, and there was really a bit of a double line feeling.

Now that the dagger has arrived, the dagger drawn out by the [child] in reverse at this moment cannot continue to move forward, but looking at the flames on the dagger, Yan Wuxin's eyes moved slightly, and an idea couldn't help but come to mind.

"I remember that in addition to the spirit sword, I also portrayed another soul array, right?" Yan Wuxin muttered in his memory.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yan Wuxin retreated, and the dagger of [Child] also retracted, and retreated with Yan Wuxin.

Yan Wuxin stepped back so that the two wooden puppets couldn't help but press, at this moment, the two wooden puppets, one in front of the other, four daggers back and forth, the speed was indeed a little dizzying.

Another dagger slashed, and he couldn't dodge, and there was another black line on the body of the [child], and the little puppet that looked dirty was even more miserable at the moment, but watching the two wooden puppets shoot faster and faster, Yan Wuxin slowly closed his eyes.

Since it is miserable, then don't look at it, Yan Wuxin closed his eyes and focused on his mind, at this moment the figures of the two puppets in his mind were clearer, and more importantly, the originally dizzying shot became very slow in his mind at the moment, at least he could see it more clearly.

The wooden puppet dagger in the back stabbed out, and the dagger passed through the wooden puppet in front of it, coming towards the [child], the two daggers continued to shoot instantly, if it was before, Yan Wuxin might feel a little caught off guard, but not at this moment, at least he can see the movements of the two puppets clearly, as long as he can see clearly, there is a way.

The dagger in the hand of the [child] grazed, the dagger slashed past the wooden puppet in front of him, and instead slashed towards the other hand, the [child] held the dagger as if stabbing from his left hand to his right hand, if the opposite side was controlled by the soul master, maybe the other party would fall into surprise, but Yan Wuxin was facing two wooden puppets at the moment, just puppets.

Therefore, in the face of the child's stab, both puppets were unmoved, and the dagger stabbed into the right hand, or the dagger was put away by the right hand.

"Soul Array: Sleeve Hide. ”

The dagger slashed through the [Child], and the original crack on the left arm of the [Child] was suddenly broken, and at this moment, the palm of the right hand was swung out, and a dagger suddenly appeared in the palm of the hand, which was much longer than before, and it was said to be a dagger, more like a short sword, and a short sword made of flames pierced out.

Instantly came to the chest of the wooden puppet in front of him, broke through the wooden armor outside his body and entered, and the puppet in front of him instantly stood in place and slowly fell.

At this moment, Yan Wuxin was only facing a wooden puppet.

[Child] As before, the short sword in his hand changed hands again, and in an instant, the short sword grew a few points again, judging from the length of the sword, although it could not catch up with the spirit sword used by Ye Qingcheng, it was not much worse, and there was only a moment if there was not much sleeve hiding, and for Yan Wuxin, one moment was enough.

The flaming sword stabbed out.

The long sword entered through the armor of the wooden puppet, and suddenly a sound came to mind, and the door of the double row slowly opened, and a black shadow walked out from behind the door.

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The dark room was silent, except for a few wisps of wind and the sound of the wind in the room.

Looking at the distant sky outside the window, the dark clouds began to glow, and the dark clouds foreshadowed the ominous, Ye Tingcheng put on his red clothes again and came to the window, even if he didn't sleep all night, Ye Tingcheng's delicate face still looked white and flawless.

Sitting in front of the dresser, the one on the stage is visited by the rouge that is worth no less than a yellow soul stone, the rouge is very light, and it does not look very red in the dark room, and the reddish rouge has a very beautiful name, called Xiangliu drunk.

Rouge tears, drunk together.

Thinking of this, Ye Tingcheng, who has never touched these things, made an exception and picked up the rouge on the stage, touched it fiercely, and rubbed it on his lips very unskillfully, the red lips were delicate at the moment, but looking at himself in the mirror, as if he was still feeling angry, he smeared this precious rouge on his beautiful face, the originally fair and flawless show face had a few extra touches of red, which looked particularly funny.

But for a moment, the face of Allure can be said to be a little miserable at this moment.

"It should weigh half a catty, right?" Ye Tingcheng thought so, nodded with satisfaction, and then stopped, looking at his face that was ruined by himself, Ye Tingcheng said loudly: "Even if I can't help it, I have to disgust you to death." ”

After doing all this, Ye Tingcheng felt a lot better in his heart, and slowly came to the window, the cool breeze in the early morning blew up, blowing the hair in front of Ye Tingcheng's forehead, and also drying the rouge on his face and lips, the breeze blew into his eyes, Ye Tingcheng only felt a wetness in his eyes, and there were faint tears.

I guess it's the relationship between rouge.

Outside the window, the sky gradually brightened, and it was dawn.

"The Lu family came to greet their relatives. A voice came.

Ye Qingcheng returned to the dresser, picked up the red scarf on the side and slowly covered his head, and thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind.

————Hey, this child is so pitiful, it's freezing cold, or let's take her home."

Miss, this ...... The Ye family has the rules of the Ye family, isn't that okay?!

If there's anything wrong, I'll go back and explain it to my father, and that's it.

This...... All right.

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Ye Tingcheng still remembered that it was very cold that year, and the smile of the woman in Tsing Yi was very warm, enough to warm people's hearts.

———— this will be your home from now on, whether I will be your sister or not, if you don't speak, you will acquiesce.

Wow, Ye Qingyi, such an ugly little girl, what are you bringing back?

Warning you, she's my sister, who said she's ugly? Hey, why are you? Don't cry, don't cry, my sister tells you, he's jealous of you, you're beautiful?

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Some things are actually very simple, in fact, Ye Zhiqiu was right, Ye Tingcheng could have left this place that had nothing to do with him, but Ye Tingcheng did not choose to leave, or did not think about leaving, not for this surname, not for the family honor that made her feel disgusted, she stayed only for the smile in her memory.

That smile that warms my heart, that smile that warms up to now.

"It's really beautiful!" Ye Tingcheng said softly, and then covered his face with a red scarf, and also covered his life.