The rain in the dense forest continued to increase, and a series of rain strands fell, forming a transparent rain curtain outside the cave. Water droplets hit the soil and puddles, making a sound that is high or low, rapid or slow, like the strings jumping rapidly and slowly.

In the cave, Yan didn't know how to move suddenly. The Adam's apple rolled up and down for a moment, and he stared blankly at the girl in front of him.

He claims to be an ordinary mortal, but he knows the information of the cultivation realm well, and there is a spirit beast called "Blowing Wind Chicken" at home. Approached him, planted a spell on him, and took the initiative to walk with him, and put himself in his hands. After countless temptations, Yan was almost certain that her target was him.

But it's weird.

It shouldn't be like this.

She didn't seem to intend to hurt him.

The many conjectures in my mind are mixed together, and the wild-growing suspicions are like hitting a dead end, with nowhere to go. Yan Zhizhi's gaze fell on Yin Qingle for a long time, and he couldn't wait to stare her out of a hole.

The sleeping girl was unconscious, she rolled over indiscriminately, unconsciously shaking off the robe that wrapped her whole body, exposing her entire body.

A strange short-sleeved dress with a large white cat's head painted on the chest, and bright and intricate lace on the sleeves, which is incredibly short compared to ordinary clothes. The skirt that is too short only reaches the thighs, and once the posture is wild, it is easy to leak the delicate spring light.

His legs were stained with mud, scarred by rubble, and covered in blood. Yin Qingle fell asleep quickly, and she didn't even have time to take off her slippers, the pair of plush slippers and wet mud were put on her feet together, and they were already so rotten that she couldn't wear them anymore.

Yan didn't know how to look away, pulled over the robe, and re-covered Yin Qingle, inadvertently seeing the bruise on her neck.

The girl's black hair was tied at the back of her head, her neck was delicate and white, and there were blue and black marks on it, and the traces of her five fingers could be faintly seen. For mortals, it was not a small injury, but she didn't take out any other injury medicine except for the jade clear pulp. Even the jade clear pulp, she didn't take it herself.

Yan didn't know and pointed out, pointing at the bruise on Yin Qingle's neck. He carefully used his true qi to slowly dissolve the blood in her body. The blue and black faded, and the sleeping girl muttered in a daze, and the expression on Yan Zhi's face eased slightly, and she was about to stop.

Whoosh –

A hand reached out from under the robe at a very fast speed, firmly grasping Yan Zhibai's wrist.

Under Yan Zhi's surprised gaze, he pulled his hand back to the side of his cheek and rubbed the back of his hand vigorously.

"Knowing ......"

Yin Qingle had a dream. She dreamed that after she wore a book, she obtained a super large and thick golden finger, and became the strongest in the cultivation realm, omnipotent in heaven and earth. She hung up and beat the people of Xuanchizong, covered Yan Zhizhi, and cleared his name.

After that, the little brother was on the side, the beauty was in her arms, Yin Qingle picked up Yan Zhizhi's chin: "Little Zhizhi, I have done so much for you, how are you going to repay me?" ”

The beauty looked cold and shy, and stretched out her hand with a twist: "There is no way to repay the great kindness, you can only promise it with your body." ”

Yin Qingle was ecstatic, and felt that this crossing was too worthwhile, and the way to go home was too cool. She grabbed Yan Buzhi's hand, put it on the side of her face and rubbed it, but she didn't feel enough, so she leaned in and kissed it. In a delicate and greasy tone, he said tactfully:

"Zhizhi, I like you the most."

The unbridled kiss made Yan Zhi freeze in place, as if he had been hit by five thunders. The back of his hand was so hot that after the thunderstorm, the girl held his face and imprinted a kiss on his forehead, which was so hot that he couldn't ignore it.

He immediately withdrew his hand, and when he came back to his senses, he unconsciously touched his forehead. The blank look in his eyes was revealed, and even a little angry.

He thought of hiding in the mortal world and practicing the flow of yin and evil/lewdness/art. Relying on seducing monks and sucking the essence of yin and yang to cultivate, has the demon phantom spirit transformed to the point of being fake?

He grabbed Yin Qingle's hand, clasped her wrist, and checked the meridians in her body again. But no matter how many times he probed, the result was that he was an ordinary mortal. It can't even carry a little aura, like a porcelain doll that will shatter when touched.

Yan didn't know that he wanted to try again, but his shattered spirit body could no longer manipulate the true qi.

The flow of spiritual power around the body suddenly stagnated, and it was like falling into an ice cave in an instant. The already pale face faded from all the blood. Yan didn't know how to turn his head sharply, and coughed silently and violently.

He had never been able to hold a sword for a long time, even if he was in good health, he would fall into a weak state if he mobilized his true qi for several hours in a row. Now there are injuries everywhere on his body, and he doesn't dare to relax, he hasn't breathed for a long time, and he has already reached the limit.

The cold poison never eased all the way, constantly stirring the flesh and blood, as if to turn every drop of blood flowing on his body into broken ice.

There was sweetness in his throat, and Yan didn't know how to swallow it, so he hurriedly caught it with his hand.

Turning his eyes, the girl was still sleeping sweetly, and he propped himself up with a branch, and walked lightly out of the cave and into the rain curtain.

As always, it only takes a moment of pranayama to get back to normal.

Yin Qingle slept restlessly, although she was extremely sleepy, her surroundings were not suitable for sleeping, and after the initial heavy sleep, her sleep gradually became lighter.

After that, the spiritual fire was extinguished without warning, and the chill penetrated into the gaps in the clothes, stimulating Yin Qingle to shiver and wake up from the intermittent dream.

Yan didn't know that she was not in the cave, and she was the only one left. The mobile phone lay quietly beside Yin Qingle, flashing and fluorescent.

[Close contact with the entangled object is detected, and the query function is unlocked.] 】

Yin Qingle racked her brains, and she didn't expect how she had intimate contact with Yan Bu, she opened her phone and saw a new search box appear at the top, and the [query] icon on the original interface disappeared.

The whiteboard popped up.

Whiteboard: [You have a chance to go home.] 】

Yin Qingle: [What does the big guy command? I will definitely try to complete the task. 】

Whiteboard: [Out of the cave.] 】

Yin Qingle's expression was slightly sluggish, she didn't answer directly, turned off her phone and got up.

The slippers were full of dried mud and could not be worn again, so she slowed down, felt the hole with her bare feet, and tested the rain with her hands.

When I woke up, the original heavy rain was much lighter, and only the intermittent silk threads fell on Yin Qingle's hands, soft and non-impactful.

There was something strange about the environment outside, like a mist covered with a layer of coloring, and it was more viscous than it was before falling asleep. Yin Qingle looked around and saw a man huddled next to the stone wall at the entrance of the cave, almost soaking wet.

Like a broken flower that has been thrown into the horns and is dilapidated.

The ink hair is scattered, the corners of the lips are bloodshot, the cobwebs of the orchid loom at the neckline, and the inner lining is soaked by the rain, clinging to the curves outlined.

Yan didn't know how to hold down the dantian in his lower abdomen, raised his head and gasped hard, coughing intermittently and silently, with a look of pain that Yin Qingle had never seen before. He leaned against the stone wall, weak as if he were about to shatter it.

The mobile phone in her palm shook suddenly, Yin Qingle quickly retracted her body, and she retreated to the depths of the cave before she went to see the contents of the mobile phone.

Whiteboard: [Kill him.] 】

Whiteboard: [He can't resist now, this is the closest chance to you.] 】

Whiteboard: [Kill Yan I don't know, send you home.] 】

Yin Qingle's eyes straightened, and the hand holding the phone trembled slightly. She vaguely remembered that from the very beginning, the things in her mobile phone kept persuading her to kill Yan Zhiyi. It seems that this is the ultimate goal.

It's clearly the wrong person.

After thinking about it for a while, Yin Qingle didn't have a showdown with the whiteboard: [I still don't dare, you can inform me next time.] 】

She finished the passage quickly, swiped the whiteboard to the corner of the screen, shrunk it to a minimum, and forcibly avoided reading its message. Swiped his finger to the search bar, quickly clicked on the search bar, and was ready to ask the phone, Yan didn't know what the situation was now.

Before she could type, there was a noise outside the cave. Yan didn't know how to lift the branch lightly, and walked in from the entrance of the cave, he stood very straight, and his posture was upright, like a white-feathered crane with his head high.

The crane lowered its long neck, and its voice was as clear as a colliding ring.

"Awake?" He looked as usual, his clothes were as clean as new, and he didn't look embarrassed.

Yin Qingle clutched his mobile phone tightly and whispered: "The fire is out, I was woken up by freezing." ”

"What's going on?" She pursed her lips and asked in a whisper.

Yan didn't know that at first glance it looked the same as before, and when he looked deeply, it was easy to find that his demeanor was wrong. His lips were paler, and the green tendons on the back of his fist were exposed, as if he was trying to endure something.

Hearing Yin Qingle's voice, he lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then replied slowly: "Fang Cai, there are some mistakes in cultivation, the spell is invalid, and there may be some trouble in the future." ”

"Hemp, trouble?" Yin Qingle stumbled when she asked.

Along the way, she stumbled behind Bai Xianhe like a little quail, and never heard Yan Zhi say the word "trouble".

If you think about it carefully, the gas floating outside the cave is very similar to the demonic energy of the Phantom Demon after death. Should she really be sure that someone captured the escaped phantom demon alive and made something similar to the inner demon.

Before he could ask in detail, a fireball was smashed outside the cave, and Yan didn't know how to draw a white line with his hand, and the enchantment rose from the ground, blocking the spiritual fire that was rolled into the cave.

Yin Qingle was taken aback: "It couldn't find us before, wasn't it because of the fog?" ”

"More than that." Yan didn't know how to pinch his fingers, "I cover my breath, so it can't find us." It has known me for a long time, and even if it is briefly leaked, it will catch its tracks. ”

As he spoke, the cave shook violently, and the Huohong bird retracted its wings and landed, its body was so huge that it could not squeeze into the hole, and could only stick its head into it.

The big head is like a golden chicken, the eyes are blue, and the top of the head is full of a small blue flower that sways and sways. If it was placed in normal times, such a combination would make Yin Qingle cry cute, but now she just wants to escape.

She crawled with her hands and feet, to the deepest part of the cave. I found a stone in my hand, squeezed it in the palm of my hand to make a weapon, and prepared it haphazardly, only then did I realize that there was a person standing in front of me.

Yan didn't know how to tap the white line, and turned his eyes to look at Yin Qingle: "Don't cross the enchantment, I'll be out of company for the time being." ”

Yin Qingle nodded again and again, she was not Tang Sanzang, she was absolutely obedient. Yan didn't know what he had promised, so he clenched the branch with his right hand, took a deep look at the giant bird that hit the entrance of the cave, and raised his foot to walk out of the barrier.

In the next moment, even Yin Qingle, who was cowering in the most corner, felt a violent tremor in the air around him, and the drowsy mist turned into boiling water, tumbling up and down, rolling up and down to the tip of the slender and easily foldable branch.

She could no longer find Yan Zhi's figure, her clumsy eyes turned slowly, and she could only see the cold light appear, the head of the giant bird suddenly disappeared, and then the ears were filled with a terrible scream.

It took Yin Qingle a long time to regain her senses. Her eyes were empty, and the voices in her ears were gradually replaced by a jumble of movement.

It's going to be okay, right? She grabbed her phone and cautiously stepped forward, almost tapping it to the barrier, looking out from various angles.

She saw Yan not knowing the white-clothed Shengxue, standing on top of the red crown of the dying Huohong Bird, with his big bony hands caressing the red feathers, and his expression was neither sad nor joyful, nor resentful.

The fire bird raised its head and shook it vigorously, but it couldn't shake it off, and turned its head fiercely and crashed into the cave. The small cave can't afford to bump into it, just bump it, and Yin Qingle will be buried alive in the cave.

At the last moment, Yan didn't know how to close his eyes. He raised his hand suddenly, and the branch sank into the top of the red bird's head, cutting down the lovely, swaying little blue flower, and the fire hung screamed and fell with a bang.

The branches did not stop moving with the death of the spirit beast, and went all the way down, drawing a long and hideous opening, revealing the reddish inner house.

Yin Qingle's gaze moved upward, without blinking, and snooped in a hidden place.

The man's expression was the same as when he first saw it, he opened his eyes, and the cold light under his eyes was bursting, churning with an inconvenient anger and killing intent.