Jin Ling didn't know where his reluctance came from. This kind of emotion is also very strange to him, but he can't help it.

"Xiao Ling, which Immortal Emperor's Immortal General do you like the most?" Yang Xuan suddenly asked Jin Ling, who had been half-silent and didn't know what he was thinking. She felt that Jin Ling's demeanor was too strange, and wanted to use the topic to cheer him up.

Jin Ling didn't speak on the way back, full of inexplicable worries. Hearing Yang Xuan ask, he raised his head and said in a muffled voice: "I don't like it very much." ”

"I don't like it, how can it be?" Yang Xuan's eyes widened, "There are thousands of immortal generals under the Immortal Emperor, each with its own magic. Didn't Mr. Sun say that the image of every immortal general is a gap to follow in the world. There's always one for you. ”

Jin Ling was silent, looked at the sky, and looked back at the Shuangshi Immortal Village that had completely disappeared from his vision, his eyes were complicated, and his spirit seemed to be slightly boosted.

Seeing him like this, Yang Pu sneered: "I don't know what nerves he has today." Xiaoxuan, don't pay attention to him. ”

Yang Xuan saw that Jin Ling didn't answer him for a long time, and he felt very bored, so he stomped his feet and really ignored him.

"If I have to say I like it, I still like Lord Yuluoxian. Jin Ling also found that his attitude had aroused the dissatisfaction of his friends, and hurriedly caught up with the explanation.

Yu Luo Immortal is one of the generals under the Eternal Night Immortal Emperor, and his immortal power can rank fifth below the Immortal Emperor, and he is full of wisdom.

But even so, his friends didn't understand him very well.

So, four people walked in front, and one followed listlessly in the back.

After walking more than halfway, the sky began to darken, the clouds surged, the wind gradually subsided, but the air became more and more stuffy.

"It's not good, I'm afraid it's going to rain!" Yang Pu said with a frown, looking around, the path was surrounded by endless grass, and there was not even a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

"Run. Yang Xuan said.

So the boys spread their feet and ran towards the grassland village with all their might. Only Jin Ling was still walking unhurriedly, as if he hadn't heard their reminders.

The teenagers in front noticed Jin Ling's abnormality, Yang Xuan and the others wanted to remind him again, Yang Pu said angrily: "Forget him! Let's go first! We will go to the village in front, let him be soaked, sober up, I don't know what nerves to make!"

The rain soon began to fall, and the children were soon drenched in soup. Fortunately, it was not far from the village, and the time of being soaked was not long, and everyone ran back to their homes, and in the panic, they forgot that there was a Jin Ling behind them.

The damp rain poured on his head, and his face, body, and clothes soon became wet. Stimulated by such a cold feeling, after shivering and sneezing a few times, Jin Ling finally came to his senses. After being stunned for a moment, I completely remembered what happened before.

"These unrighteous guys, really, don't wait for me!" Jin Ling wiped the rain from his face in vain as he ran along the village road in the direction of his home.

"What is this!"

Jin Ling, who was running, suddenly stopped and looked at his left wrist with a shocked expression. On the wrist, a pale black line with the thickness of the index finger appeared at some point, as if a bracelet-shaped circle had been neatly drawn by a brush.

There were a dozen or so white dots around the circle, and the dots were surrounded by strange patterns, as well as a few odd text-like things.

"What the hell!" Jin Ling thought for the first time. He rubbed the circle vigorously, trying to see if he could erase it. In a moment, the circle did disappear.

His wrist was white, and there was no sign of the existence of the strange circle from earlier.

Am I dreaming? Or am I hallucinating in the rain? The circle?

Jin Ling thought blankly. However, no matter what, it is raining harder, so it is better to go home first.

So, the young man spread his feet and rushed into the grassland village under the rainstorm like a headless fly.

Jin Ling's home is located on the east end of the grassland village, on the main road, outside is a small wine shop, the wine flag in the rain hangs weakly, occasionally lazily moving under a gust of cold wind.

In the distance, I could smell a strong smell of wine.

Jin Ling took a long breath, his face showed the comfort of a drunkard who was not commensurate with his age, swallowed his saliva, settled down, and rushed into the house.

As soon as I entered the house, I didn't have time to catch my breath, and I was slapped by my mother Yang Shuhua on the head, "You still know how to come back! It's raining so hard, and I don't know how to find a place to take shelter!" scolded and scolded, the towels, hot water and hot meals covered in the pot that had been prepared completely betrayed her concern.

After drying his body and changing into dry clothes, Jin Ling threw himself on the tavern table and ate his meal in a big gulp, "Fragrant, really fragrant!" was drenched all the way, and he was indeed hungry.

There are not many people in the tavern, and there are still few countrymen who are in the mood to drink in the tavern on rainy days.

"Eat slowly, don't choke!" Yang Shuhua was good and funny at the same time. This son, who ran to listen to a book early in the morning, didn't bring dry food, what kind of hunger he had, and was drenched in the rain, listening to a book, as for it.

"Where's my father?" Jin Ling asked as he slammed the rice.

"I'm going to the village chief. Yang Shuhua said, "Yang Pu's father took a fancy to your father's winemaking skills and wanted to partner with him to open a restaurant in Shuangshixian Village." Your father couldn't shirk it several times, no, he invited your father over to discuss it again. He is the village chief, and your father is not good not to go. ”

Jin Ling knew about this. Grassland Village is under the jurisdiction of Shuangshi Xian Village and is one of the dozen or so villages under Xian Village. Shuangcaoyuan Village has more than 100 villagers, while Shuangshixian Village has a population of more than 1,000, which is almost a small town and much richer. Opening a restaurant in Shuangshixian Village is naturally better than in this small grassland village. After tasting the fine wine brewed by Jin Ling's father, Jin Nantian, Yang Baonian, the head of the grassland village, immediately started to set up a restaurant in Xiancun in partnership with him. Yang Baonian went out of the store to make money, and Jin Nantian made money, and the money earned was divided in half. But such a good thing was rejected by Jin Nantian, on the grounds that he wanted to live a comfortable life, didn't want to work hard, and just made enough money. These words were fiercely despised by Yang Baonian, and he did not give up, and came to lobby three times and twice, which made the Jin family also annoyed.

He returned to his cabin, closed the door, and lay on the bed in a daze, thinking about the situation in the rain just now, and couldn't help but caress his left wrist.

It's supposed to be that thing, right?

The black bracelet-like thing that can prick out needles to suck blood and cause itself to travel through the Atlas?

That's right, it's it, it's finally coming back again. Jin Ling finally decided.

And at this moment, as he stroked his left wrist, the strange circle finally reappeared, this time, much clearer than the one in the rain. Caressing it, you can even feel a sense of protrusion, no longer like your own skin, but it feels like flesh and blood.

What is this? How can it suddenly appear to me? Will I become a monster and be laughed at by others?

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