Yin Qingle struggled hard, using all his strength, hammering and scratching, and doing it all over that arm. She was like a young beast with baby teeth, tossing and turning with all her might, and even the hunter's skin was not broken.

"Let go, let go, I'll ......" The two little hands returned to protect the delicate neck, and the ten fingers drilled into the fingers, clasped the knuckles of Yan Zhi's big fingers, and pulled them out little by little.

No, even if you treat her as an enemy, you shouldn't kill her right away. Is he a gentle immortal with a high wind and bright festival? Anyway, I have to give her a chance to explain.

"That's not poison, that's it—" She struggled to no avail, struggling to explain. The air he could breathe was getting thinner, his face was hot, and blood was pouring up his head without any money.

The cold, blood-clad man met her eyes. He was indifferent to Yin Qingle's struggles and seemed to be watching an interesting performance.

He raised his other hand, and the cascading plain sleeve robe hung down, revealing a wrist with distinct bones and white like the moon. Under Hao's wrists is a pair of perfect big hands, as if death is close at hand.

His fingers touched his Adam's apple, his index finger tapped, and his gaze fell coldly on Yin Qingle's face. Yan didn't know that a red mark appeared on his pale neck, Yan didn't know that his breathing was slightly heavier, and a crimson color appeared on his face.

"It turned out to be a Heartbinding Spell."

The expression on Yin Qingle's face froze, and his pupils narrowed suddenly. Why does she have a Heart Binding Spell? Is it a by-product of chaos?

The heart-binding spell is an evil spell in "Asking Heaven". The spell is divided into two sides: the main and the secondary.

The master is connected to the slave through the spirit body, and if the master suffers an injury, if the subjective perception of the pain is too severe, the slave can be forced to share most of the perception. If the master dies, the slave will be in near-death pain for a long time, until he can no longer bear to cut himself off, which can be said to be worse than death.

The current situation is perfectly in line with the master-slave state in the spell. Could it be that Fei Yan didn't know that she went to great lengths to get close to him in order to spell him?

"Did I say yes?" Obviously suffering from Yin Qingle's pain, Yan didn't know it, but he was unconscious. His tone was calm, and his expression remained unchanged. The rain hit the long eyelashes, and it took a long time for them to flutter and fall.

"I don't have to pretend, I only use two parts of my strength." He lowered his head and said to Yin Qingle, "Answer me, what is your purpose." ”

Yin Qingle was speechless. She let go of her hands and scratched at the wet mud. She finally understood that Yan didn't know that there was no killer at all, just for him, this was just a deterrent under weakness. The reason why Yin Qingle is like dying is because he is too weak. She's just too weak.

Yan didn't know that he used one hand, two parts of force, and for him, it was even just a deterrent when he was exhausted, but Yin Qingle couldn't even speak.

"I ...... No, pretend, I'm ......" she opened her mouth and inhaled, one word at a time, and jumped out.

Tears kept rolling down, fear and despair intertwined in my heart, and slowly surfaced on my face.

Yan didn't know how to look at the tear-stained girl on her face, and frowned unconsciously. He spread his five fingers, slightly loosening his grip on Yin Qingle.

Odd. If it was really someone who came to do something to him, he shouldn't be so weak. Yan Ming's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and the expression on his face gradually changed, until finally, his hand was completely released, and he no longer clamped the girl's fragile throat.

At this moment, Yin Qingle's cold fingertips suddenly touched an object, and she held it firmly in the palm of her hand, sensing that it was a square flake.

Cell phone.

I heard that high-quality mobile phones have many functions, and they can be used not only as mobile phones, but also as bricks. Yin Qingle took advantage of the bright light in front of him, and the fresh air poured into his lungs, and he used all his strength to clench the mobile phone and slam it forward.

Bang –

Hit!

didn't have time to think about why the mobile phone could hit Yan I don't know, Yin Qingle got up from the ground with a bone, didn't dare to look behind him at all, didn't care about anything, and ran for his life.

Yin Qingle covered her neck and kept swallowing her tears. Her throat ached hotly, and every swallow reminded her that she had just brushed shoulders with death.

Her slippers were lost at some point, and wounds kept adding to her feet. In the end, the sharp stone pierced the soles of her feet, Yin Qingle fell into the pile of dead leaves, she lay on the ground, crying for a long time and didn't get up. The mind is full of: paper people become fine or something, it's really terrible. Let her force Yan to know, this is not a bully.

There was a sound overhead, rustling and sticky through the shadowy woods. Something came out of the dense forest and came above Yin Qingle's head.

"Where did the little monk come from, the cultivation is as if he can't see it, and he is dressed so strangely, it's very special."

"It's different from what I've seen before, and I don't know if the taste is different."

Yin Qingle raised his head and followed the prestige. The aura of the Dome Scar Abyss is thin, and most of the living beings are bloodthirsty and cruel, relying on the inner pill that devours the dead monks. Two beauties with a seductive posture leaned lightly on the withered black branches, stretched out their long red tongues, and leisurely licked the upper lip from their chins.

"If you can't find Yan Zhi, you can beat your tooth sacrifice." Saliva drips from the tip of the tongue, drop by drop, mixed with the rain splashing down.

The leaves shook loudly, and Yin Qingle tried to widen his eyes, but he couldn't even observe the traces of the two demons rushing in.

Fear is at its peak, but there is only calm. She wanted to scold the whiteboard on her mobile phone, touched it in her nightdress pocket, and sadly found that she ran too quickly after smashing Yan Zhizhi, and the mobile phone had already been thrown on the ground by her, and she didn't know where it fell.

I can't even leave my last words, it's really eight lifetimes of blood mold.

The banshee's beautiful plain hand stretched out, and the sharp nails instantly lengthened, approaching and expanding in the field of vision. Suddenly swept away by the powerful True Qi. Two youkai flew into the air, screaming, one of them hitting the ground with a heavy blow, and the other being thrown into the dense foliage, hanging from a branch on all fours.

The tall, thin man walked out from behind Yin Qingle. When passing by her, Yan Buzhi leaned down slightly, stretched forward his left hand, and handed it to Yin Qingle.

"This is yours?"

Her plush slippers, on the way to escape, I don't know where she was kicked. Yin Qingle opened her eyes wide, her eyes were unconsciously filled with moisture, she kept shrinking back, looking up at Yan Zhizhi.

Yan Buyi took out another object from his arms and put it in front of Yin Qingle.

"Where's this?"

His eyes were calm and his voice was soft. The slender fingers that had grabbed her neck were on the dark screen of her phone.

Yin Qingle's lips trembled, and before she could recover from her horror, she shivered and avoided Yan Zhi's gaze, and let out a subtle sigh.

She remembered that in Yan Buzhi's eyes, she was the master of the Heart Binding Spell. If she died, Yan didn't know that she would be tortured for a long time. Whatever it was, he saved her, and he was indeed as good as she imagined......

Anyway, apologize first, and say sorry quickly......

"I'm sorry."

"Uh-huh, huh?"

Yin Qingle suddenly raised his head and looked at Yan Zhi in disbelief. The next second, he lowered his head again and closed his eyes tightly. After all, it was a step too late, and the sight of the banshee being stabbed through the heart with a sword was firmly imprinted in his eyes.

Who would have thought that Yan didn't know that he could talk to her with a pleasant face, and at the same time backhand to hold the banshee's counterattack and kill him with a sword.

The fear of having nowhere to escape, and the gratitude of being in the middle of nowhere, all turned into silent screams when they saw the blood spurting out of their hearts. Yin Qingle covered her face with her hands, and there was a dying wail of the banshee, the muffled sound of falling to the ground, and the crazy "rustle" sound among the trees.

And then there's the frighteningly long silence.

"Don't be afraid, open your eyes slowly." The sound of moistness entered her ears, and Yin Qingle no longer trembled, she took a deep breath and withdrew her hand from her face.

The blood was gone, and the body that had fallen from the sky was gone. The clear and long man stood in place, and when he saw Yin Qingle looking over, he tried to soften his eyebrows.

"Yan Gongzi ......"

"You ......"

Yan didn't know: "You say it first." ”

"Thank you for saving your life." Yin Qingle said dryly.

After turning his gaze, he found that behind Yan Ming's robe, a section of the dead banshee's body was revealed. Seeing Yin Qingle's eyes straight, Yan didn't know how to shake the sleeves of her robe, and her clothes rose and fell like clouds, covering her vision.

"It's okay." Yin Qingle shook his head, "I have to adapt to it, and I don't have to cover it for me." ”

"Young Master Yan, why do you want to apologize?" Swallowing his saliva, Yin Qingle cautiously tested.

She saw Yan Zhifu frowning, hesitation flashed on her face, and after a long time, she said softly: "I'm afraid I have some misunderstanding about the girl." ”

Yin Qingle nodded frantically as if she saw the light of day: "Yes, yes, yes, there is a big misunderstanding." ”

"I can swear by poison, I really don't want to hurt you." If it weren't for the ultimate goal, it would be difficult to say, Yin Qingle really wanted to tell her experience and discernment.

Yan didn't know how to lower his eyes, and tapped the weapon in his hand with his long fingers: "It's me who is too arbitrary and preconceived." With that, he tilted his head and coughed a few times with his hands over his lips.

Only then did Yin Qingle discover that it was not the snow-colored sword that killed the banshee, but a slender branch. The branches were familiar, similar to the ones she had mapped. The branches are not long, and they are held in Yan Ming's hands, and there is a kind of funny Jian Xiu taking a magic wand for no reason.

Yan didn't know how to ease his breath, and said to Yin Qingle: "Forgive me for taking the liberty of asking you a few questions." ”

Yin Qingle immediately sat upright: "I know everything." ”

"How old is the girl? Where do you come from? How is it cultivated? Yan asked in a warm voice.

Although Yin Qingle didn't understand the reason for his question, he was glad that he finally had a chance to explain. She happily introduced herself: "I am eighteen years old and a mortal. After thinking about it, he swallowed "from another world".

"Mortal?" Yan didn't know how to repeat, and his tone was mixed with suspicion.

Yin Qingle simply stretched out his hand and generously revealed his life: "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try, so you can always rest assured?" ”

Yan didn't know that he was silent for a moment, but he really hung three fingers on her wrist. said: "Offended." True Qi entered Yin Qingle's body, and in an instant, it ran for a great week.

Yin Qingle was still stupid: "Look, I'm not lying, right?" ”

Before he finished speaking, a coat was hooded under the hood. Yin Qingle hurriedly pulled and was about to open it, but Yan didn't know how to stop her movements.

His expression was nervous, and there was only a round neck lining left on his body, the material was not good, and through the silk cloth, he could see the general outline of his figure. Yin Qingle's gaze fell on it, almost sticking and tearing it off.

"Don't take it off." Yan didn't know what Yin Qingle was thinking, so he reminded softly. After Yin Qingle was wrapped so that only one face was exposed, Yan didn't know how to remove the blood stains on his robe meticulously. Seeing Yin Qingle's eyes dodging and not daring to look at him, he groaned for a moment, straightened up, wiped the blood stains on his underwear together, and turned his whole body into jade white.

"It's really a mortal ......" The two good-looking eyebrows wrinkled together, and Yan didn't know how to mumble to himself.

Yin Qingle's big eyes flickered, full of surprise: "You guessed it earlier?" ”

"Hmm."

Yan didn't know how to look at her: "The moment you smashed me, you should use all your strength." "The movements, demeanor, and panicked behavior of running after smashing are not fake.

"But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a disciple of the Immortal Sect at all, and it doesn't match the demons and demons." His vitality was greatly damaged, and he didn't kill him, but if the other party was a monk, at most he could only play a role in imprisoning. But when the girl fell under him, she cried helplessly, as if she was really going to be strangled to death by him.

It's too weak. was so weak that he hesitated for a long time, and finally chose to catch up and ask for clarification.

He first searched for Yin Qingle's traces, and then slashed the demon, consuming too much true qi, and the Purple Mansion and Xia Dantian felt pain for a while. He swallowed the blood from his throat and sat on his knees.

Hold down your chest and slowly exhale the blocked turbidity. Reaching out to the palm, I don't know when there is a small bottle in the palm of my hand. The jade slurry that was knocked over by him on the ground, and there was still half a bottle left: "Some of the potions are mixed into the soil and cannot be extracted, only these are retrieved, and now I will return them." ”

Yin Qingle was stunned: "You don't have to pay me back, this was originally for you." ”

Yan didn't know the depth of his eyes: "Give it to me?" ”

Yin Qingle nodded again and again: "This is what I picked up by chance, it smells like some kind of elixir, I just wondered if it would work for you." I'm alone in the Vault Scar, and I can't protect myself, so it would be nice if I could go with the monks. ”

She's trying to come up with plausible explanations. It was love at first sight for him, and the reason for wanting to give medicine would definitely not work, Yin Qingle grabbed the long hair of the shawl, racking his brains to sort out the logic in the meantime.

"You saved me twice, hurt me once, I'll give you this medicine, and we'll settle it. This medicine doesn't work for me, it's chicken ribs in my hand, you hurt so badly, if it works for you, I can also be protected naked, can't I? ”

She moved out one hundred and twenty points of enthusiasm and sincerity, and seeing that the other party was still hesitating, Yin Qingle reached out her little hand from her coat and pushed Yan Ming's hand back.

As soon as he got out of the bottom of his robe, Yan didn't know how to say in a deep voice: "Take your hand back." Which family are you a disciple of, Mr. has never taught you, and before you are washed and induced qi into your body, you must not come to the cultivation realm? ”

Yin Qingle began to lie with red mouth and white teeth: "I am not from a family of immortal cultivators, so naturally I don't know." What happens if a mortal strays into the cultivation realm? ”

Yan didn't know how to sigh lightly: "Without a magic weapon to protect the body, I can't withstand the spiritual power between the heaven and earth in the cultivation realm, either I am sucked dry, or the spiritual power enters the wound and explodes and dies." ”

Yin Qingle: "?! ”

Is there such a setting in the plot of "Asking Heaven"? If you think about it carefully, the male and female characters in the original text are either immortal cultivators or powerful ones, and there are no ordinary people without cultivation.