The dome scar abyss, a place for ordinary monks to retreat. The terrain of the abyss is complex and changeable, the climate is repeated, and the fog is perennial. The dark river is crisscrossed by subterranean currents, and the black water is murmuring. Except for the bloodthirsty beasts and monsters, few living creatures stay.

Yin Qingle stood on the cold rock, holding a Hello Kitty nightdress, and bowed dignifiedly. She practiced her lines in a tone: "Hello Zhizhi, I'm Ah Le, I've liked you for a long time." ”

She changed several opening lines, and finally hugged her head in pain and squatted helplessly on the ground: "A mortal girl in strange costumes suddenly confessed to Jian Xiu who fell into the abyss, no matter how you think about it, it's strange!" ”

The mobile phone in his pocket buzzed and vibrate, Yin Qingle pressed the screen, and saw a new prompt appear on the whiteboard on it: [If it's really difficult, kill Yan Bu directly, and I can also send you home.] 】

Yin Qingle quickly replied: [I currently think that plan two is better. 】

After dealing with the existence of a similar system in the mobile phone, Yin Qingle dragged his cheeks with both hands, and his expression kept changing. Sometimes he sighs for a long time, and sometimes he is happy. Although it is exciting to meet her favorite character in the book soon, she knew that she would feel through after reading to the male character she loved, and she should consciously tie her hands behind her back when she reads the text.

Things have to start with a novel called "Asking the Way of Heaven" that Yin Qingle stayed up late to read before wearing the book, and was deeply fascinated by the supporting role Yan Ming.

Yan didn't know that he was the young sect master of the Xuanchi Sword Sect, the only son of the Yan family of the Xiuzhen family, and he was also a genius praised by everyone in the Xiuzhen world. Sword heart and sword bones, outstanding talent, unparalleled in the world. As soon as he appeared on the stage, he hooked Yin Qingle's heart.

I never thought that in the middle of the novel, Yan didn't know the identity reversal. It turned out that he was a substitute for the Xuanchi Sect to find a temporary replacement for the young sect master. He was washed of his memories since he was a child, and he was treated as a pure tool, and he worked day and night to exhaust his mental strength.

That's all there is to it, after the head of the Yan family finds the real only child, he immediately presses Yan Zhi into the ice prison, and sentences him for deceiving his superiors and subordinates, and mutilating his fellow disciples. Not only is he to be punished with capital punishment, but he also has to dig up the spiritual bones and inner pills on his body while he is alive, and give them to his own son.

When the verdict was handed down, the 1,300 Sword Sect monks all bowed their heads and praised the good. Fortunately, the movement of the transplanted spirit bone was too big, attracting advanced heavenly thunder, splitting half of the mountain, and Yan didn't know how to pick up a life. He felt guilty in his heart and was willing to leave Xuanchi Sect, and the two sides were even, but the Yan family pursued and killed him.

In the end, Yan didn't know that he was forced to a dead end, and finally his heart was full of demons and he slaughtered the Xuanchi Sect out of control. Since then, his reputation has been ruined, and he has become an evil demon who will take revenge and slaughter the sect, and the righteous gentlemen have all swords against him, and there is no place for him in the cultivation realm.

Until the moment when he was killed by the male protagonist, perhaps the author finally found out in his conscience and sent him a sigh: "Creation makes people." ”

Make you big-headed ghost! Yin Qingle felt deeply unworthy for Yan Buzhi, so in the middle of the night, she squatted in front of the computer and crackled out a 10,000-word long comment to express her love and regret for Yan Buzhi.

If only she could turn back time, she wouldn't have written a word when she died. Where could Yin Qingle guess that she had just finished posting a long comment, and a crack suddenly appeared in front of her. Then the space was torn, the heavens and the earth were reversed, and she was thrown directly into the novel "Asking the Way of Heaven".

What's worse is that she is still wearing. Yin Qingle and her pajamas, snacks in her pockets, and plush slippers on her feet appeared in the world of Xianxia where everyone can go to heaven and earth.

In desperation, she rushed to the doctor and tried to call the police, but was horrified to find that after the phone was turned on, the logo did not appear as before, but a whiteboard chat box opened automatically.

The prompt pops up.

[Congratulations, I didn't know how to bind with the male Eryan, and I have now teleported you to the cliff point. 】

Yin Qingle performed a large-scale collapse on the spot, and she saw that she could communicate with the whiteboard typing, so she tried her best to negotiate with it.

Yin Qingle: [Hello, I just sent a long comment casually, I don't have any desire to wear books, can you let me go home? ] 】

Whiteboard: [Kill Yan Buzhi with your own hands, let him get out of the sea of suffering, the task is complete, and send you home.] 】

Yin Qingle can't do it, she hasn't even killed chickens, let alone big people: [I'm just a law-abiding citizen in the twenty-first century, and I won't kill people. 】

Whiteboard: [......]

Yin Qingle: [No matter what your purpose is, you have found the wrong person. I'm just an ordinary paper man lover, please choose other book-wearing activists! 】

Whiteboard: [......]

Yin Qingle: [Let me go home, let me go home, let me go home......]

The whiteboard seemed to be shocked by Yin Qingle's amazing hand speed: [...... There is another way, I don't know if I go to Yan. 】

Yin Qingle: [? 】

[First of all, the first step ......]

[Secondly, the second step ......]

[Finally, the third step ......]

The whiteboard seemed to be afraid that she would not understand, and used humorous and witty words to describe the causes, processes, and results of the process. The vividness of its content made Yin Qingle blush and heartbeat, and she almost couldn't bear to faint.

At the end, the tabula rasa adds: [When you take possession of him completely, take his existence for yourself, and be independent of the world. In this way, you can also successfully return home. 】

Yin Qingle held the mobile phone, her face flushed. She was silent for a long time, squirming and pinching, but the corners of her mouth rose wildly and typed: [It's not impossible. 】

Yan doesn't know that her strength is strong, if she pounces directly, she is obviously killing herself, and agreeing to the conditions of the tabula rasa is equivalent to binding the task: Yan doesn't know the strategy, and she can go home.

If it was someone else, Yin Qingle would definitely be extremely reluctant. But once the other party is Yan doesn't know, she is a little willing. As a hardcore fan sister who doesn't know Yan, Yin Qingle's computer is full of strange fanworks, and there are various standing cards on the desktop. Once she compromises with the status quo of wearing books, she feels lucky for her task.

and the beautiful and miserable male god raw rice cooked rice, there are such good things in the world.

According to the positioning given by the whiteboard, Yin Qingle came to the vicinity of the place where Yan did not know the cliff, and began to practice the opening remarks when they met. The top of the head is the cliff of Wanren Mountain, and one after another the heavenly thunder is smashing towards the Xuanchi Sword Sect, and now it has been split to forty-two, and when it is split to forty-eight, Wanren Mountain will collapse in half, and Yan will fall from the top of the mountain and fall in front of her without knowing it.

Yin Qingle really couldn't think of the scene when they met, so she simply sat on the rock, pondering the rest of the content on her mobile phone while waiting for Yan Buzhi to go with the flow.

At the same time as the last thunder sounded, Yin Qingle finally understood what it meant to be "entangled in existence". Her phone seemed to have been swiped, and all the original programs disappeared, leaving only bright or dark icons. The unlocking conditions of the icon are all related to Yan Zhizhi.

She turned off her phone angrily and looked up at the sky in despair. His eyes widened, without blinking, vowing to squat until Yan Zhizhi fell from the sky.

The sky above him glowed with lightning, and black and purple loomed in the clouds amid the rumbling thunder. The dark clouds in the dull sky were thick, like cotton wool tumbling over an inkstone. The seventy-seven and forty-nine rank thunder was originally supposed to be split on the new young sect master, but because of the Yan family master's concealment, he crossed the sea and crossed the sea with the breath of his precious son, and all of them were split on Yan Buzhi's body.

The forty-eighth heavenly thunder, accompanied by the splashing of sparks, and the indescribable thick color, exploded in the heavens and the earth. A figure appeared in the dust, falling from the nine heavens like a crane with folded wings. Several people from the Xuanchi Sect flew out at the same time, forming a formation to catch him. The man waved his arms and sleeves, and the streamer and thunder arced by, forcing them a few steps away. Immediately after that, the thunder sounded again, and the thunder had the power to lift the rest back to the mountain.

Yan didn't know the falling figure, reflected in the girl's eyes, from far to near. He seemed to have tilted his head, obviously far away, it was impossible to see clearly, but Yin Qingle just felt that he met those empty eyes.

The eyes are full of despair, mixed with the constant breeding of demonic obstacles.

After a heart-pounding bang, the world fell silent.

Yin Qingle got out of hiding and rushed towards Yan who didn't know where he landed. As soon as she came out of the corner, the remnants of the thunder stabbed at her frantically as if they had found their target.

For the monk, it was like tickling Yu Lei, for Yin Qingle, it was injured when it was rubbed, and it would die if it was touched, Yu Lei seemed to be born with a sense and chased after her. Soon, Yin Qingle couldn't run anymore, so he simply closed his eyes and prayed that the time of pain was as short as possible.

Before the prayer was finished, a breeze seemed to blow across his cheeks, and then the crackling electric sparks behind him fell silent.

Yin Qingle turned her head, and the wind behind her was quiet and empty. Turning around, a man appeared in front of him.

The black hair was scattered and drooping, mixed with blood, clinging to the two cheeks, hiding the sickly paleness. The complexion is cold and white, the eyelashes are long, and the narrow phoenix eyes are dark and dark, as beautiful as a silver stream under the moon.

The man leaned on the rocky rock, and there was still a bit of thunder on his body. The two fingers were raised in the shape of a sword, and it was obvious that he had rescued Yin Qingle from the lightning strike.

His neck was covered with blue spider silk patterns, and his other hand pressed tightly against his abdomen, his expression uncontrollably painful. It was the poisonous wine that Xuan Chizong coaxed him to drink in advance in order to prevent him from resisting.

The Yan family was ready to capture Yan alive, so the cold poison was not fatal, but it could be integrated into the lower dantian, and spread throughout the body with the flow of spiritual power, torturing him over and over again.

Yin Qingle half-knelt on the ground, his chest rising and falling sharply. seems to be stupid by Yu Lei, what confession, what opening statement, completely forget a feeling.

"Know-" She shouted halfway, and hurriedly shut up, thinking about closing the distance between her and Yan Zhizhi, and subconsciously got up.

The sword qi slashed at his feet, tearing a long gap in the ground. The aura remains, drawing a clear line between light and dark. Yan didn't know the flow of spiritual power around his body, showing his killing intent unscrupulously, his fingertips trembled slightly, his true qi was scattered and quickly condensed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Don't move." ”

Yin Qingle knelt back again, she raised her hands high: "I don't move." ”

Yan didn't know how weak he was, he was tense, and his expression was like a trapped beast. But Yin Qingle knew in her heart that the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and Yan didn't know that her true qi could suppress Yu Lei, and if it was applied to her, she would be able to die hundreds of times.

"Thank you for saving me." For a long time, Yin Qingle whispered.

No response.

She cautiously observed Yan Zhi's expression: "I'm just lost in the abyss, and I have no malice. As you can see, I'm so weak that I can't even dodge the Thunder Remnant, and I can't hurt you at all. ”

Yan didn't know that he still didn't speak.

Yin Qingle swallowed his saliva and plucked up the courage to test: "You are seriously injured, do you need help?" ”

She felt that she had poured out her heart and lungs to express her sincerity, and tried to get up, but Yan didn't know that the sword qi shook, and Yin Qingle knelt back again.

"Go away." Yan didn't know that his long eyelashes trembled slightly, there was no joy or sorrow in his eyes, and he didn't react to Yin Qingle's words.

Yin Qingle refused to leave: "My legs are scared and weak, and I can't walk." "As long as she doesn't go back, it's moving forward.

"What I said is true, I really want to help, and I will definitely not hurt you." She had figured out that going home wasn't something that would happen overnight. For the sake of life safety and personality perfection, she has to slowly figure it out......

Yan didn't know how to lower his eyelashes, and his indifferent eyes fell on Yin Qingle, as if he was considering the truth of her words.

There are 1,300 monks in the Xuanchi Sect, he remembers the appearance of everyone, and Yin Qingle is not among them. Her origin was unknown, and he was completely unable to detect the spiritual power in her body.

People whose spiritual power cannot be perceived on their bodies are either just entering the Qi cultivation and cultivating to a level as low as dust, or their mana is unfathomable and can artificially hide their breath. Judging from her posture of dodging thunder and lightning, it is obvious that she belongs to the former, and she can't hurt him for a while.

Yan didn't know that his fingertips were scattered, he withdrew his hand, no longer looked at Yin Qingle, got up, and prepared to leave.

Within a few steps, the cold poison in his body penetrated into his limbs like spider silk, sucking the body temperature on his body and stirring his flesh and blood. Yan didn't know that the spirit body was shattered, and he had already held out his hand hard, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow. He had only taken two steps, and there was a buzz at the purple mansion in his eyebrows, and his five senses seemed to be out of his body.

He couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground and passed out.

Yin Qingle knelt down for a while, and found that Yan didn't know that there was no movement, so he got up from the ground, patted the dust on his knees, and turned on his mobile phone.

The light screen covered with large and small programs, the [Map] icon firmly grasped Yin Qingle's gaze.

She and Yan didn't know that they were two people who were complete strangers now, and it would definitely scare him to pounce on him to confess. She needs to act like a ruthless task-performer, with enough leverage to get Yan Buzhi to agree to go with her. Unraveling the map and taking him out of the Dome is a good bargaining chip.

It's just that...... Yin Qingle pursed his lips. With a fluke mentality, he reached out again and clicked on the icon. It's the same as at the beginning, and a pop-up box pops up on her phone, indicating her next move.

[After detecting the existence of entanglement, after kissing the entanglement object, turn on the module.] 】