Chapter 17: The Beginning of Soul Melting!

Qimei City, Ning Fan was dressed in white and black, with a good demeanor, and walked out of Qimei City leisurely, behind him, two steps apart, tiptoeing to follow a fox fur girl - a little paper crane.

Ning Fan decided to take the paper crane out of the city to fly kites and take a walk to relieve the mood of the three-month retreat. It's a pity that Qimei is located in the northern region of Yue Kingdom, a real ice city, the wind is cold, the snow is falling, how can there be a little green grassland.

It seems that there is no mood to fly a kite ...

"Brother Fan, why don't we go back..."The paper crane's little hand was red from the cold, and she had been holding it in Qimei for a long time, she really wanted to come out to breathe, but she was afraid that Ning Fan would catch a cold.

She looked at Ning Fan with big eyes, her eyes were a little worried, Brother Fan is so thin and weak, don't freeze...

"My hands are cold, I'll cover you. Ning Fan looked pitying, and gently grabbed the paper crane's little hand.

"Brother Fan... There are a lot of people here, and it's not good to be seen..."The little paper crane dodged, but his hand couldn't be withdrawn.

"Don't be afraid, no one dares to say a word of right and wrong... You're my wife..."

Ning Fan closed his eyes, he liked this kind of life, simple, ordinary. People must live in the sun, so that they can cleanse their hearts and not go mad, which is what the old demons teach.

The paper crane's small hands were slippery and cold, which made Ning Fan's murderous aura restrain in his heart and gradually become peaceful. Demon cultivation is absolutely indispensable, that is, women and wine...

"But I haven't promised to marry you yet..."The little paper crane muttered stupidly, only to make Ning Fan laugh.

People are all mine, and you still don't understand?

Ten miles north of Qimei City, there is a canyon, ice and snow, rarely visited. Ning Fan held up a paper umbrella to block the wind and snow for the paper crane, but the two walked in the snow and walked straight to a wall of ice.

The boy grabbed the girl's hand, trotted under the cover of the ice wall, and flew a kite.

"Look, Brother Fan, it's flying, the kite is flying..."

This was the first time she smiled after meeting Ning Fan.

The simple smile made Ning Fan's heart ache. Ning Fan searched Wu Dongnan's memory, and the paper crane he saw in his memory was his life.

No childhood, no smile, a gray life...

"Brother Fan, you are so good to the paper crane, the paper crane is willing to live for the rest of your life... Here you go... "The paper crane flies the kite flying high, happy and authentic.

"Silly girl, you are not Dinglu, you are my wife..."

"But I haven't decided to marry you yet..."

"What a silly girl..."

"Do you know..."The paper crane's voice suddenly lowered, and some of the girl's sadness, "Before I met Brother Fan, I never dared to hope to live until tomorrow... In the Huanhe Sect, he was bullied, but he was not allowed to shed tears. She said, "If I shed half a tear, she will kill me... Don't look at me stupid, I also have a wish in my heart... I long for my life to be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved, so that I will not be shocked, I will not suffer, I will not be displaced, I will not have no branches to rely on, but I don't know when that person will appear... To be able to become Brother Fan's Ding Furnace, I am satisfied..."

"You're my wife!" Ning Fan frowned, and fiercely hugged the paper crane into his arms, what a pitiful stupid girl!

The sky was dark, the moon was dark, and the wind and snow were tight. There is no hibiscus tent here, red candles swaying, and some, just a curtain sweeping the sky, wind and snow.

Ning Fan's arms are so warm and warm. The paper crane's big eyes were full of nervousness, and she suddenly realized what Brother Fan wanted to do.

"Brother Fan, here, here is not suitable for that..."

Before she finished speaking, she was blocked by Ning Fan's lips, and her fragrant tongue was invaded.

"You are my wife!" Ning Fan's eyes were firm, he took off the black crane, spread it on the ground, picked up the paper crane, and put it on the black crane. Hands rubbing on the delicate body of the paper crane.

Ning Fan is already deeply infatuated with paper cranes, not only lust, not only love, but the inseparability of life and death.

The paper crane was born with charming bones, and after three months of practicing "The Girl Returns to Yin", he could suppress the charming bones, but he was teased by Ning Fanyi, but his eyes gradually blurred, and in the confusion, there was unknown tension, and in the tension, there was an inexplicable expectation.

She and Ning Fan had been intimate twice, but the first time Ning Fan was in a coma and behaved roughly, leaving her with painful memories, and the second time she was in a coma, unconscious, and she couldn't remember what was comfortable.

This time, it was the first time she hugged Ning Fan when she was awake.

Ning Fan's kiss was so sweet, Ning Fan's touch was so comfortable, why was it like this

Paper Crane doesn't understand, she can't figure out a lot of things...

Yin and Yang Avenue, combined with double cultivation, this is human ethics. Many monks think that Xiuzhen should be closed to Yuanyang without losing it, which is really a big mistake. Many demon cultivators think that double cultivation is to harm others and benefit themselves, which is also a big mistake!

It's not a practice, it's an escape, an escape from the true feelings of the heart...

Ning Fan gradually forgot that this was a double cultivation, he was really moved and indulged in the delicate body of the paper crane...

The moonlight is like a disk, and under the ice wall, the two are entangled. The wind and snow are bitterly cold, and only each other's bodies can snuggle up to keep warm

Even if it wasn't deliberate, under the effect of the yin and yang lock, Ning Fan still completed a double cultivation.

The bottleneck of the tenth layer of the pulse was broken through at this moment.

In the early stage of soul melting! Ning Fan only took less than four months to successfully break through! Such a cultivation speed was almost comparable to that of some famous disciples!

The black demon flame in the body flows along the hundred veins, which is the process of melting the soul into the veins. Generally speaking, each monk's meridians can only merge with one kind of spirituality. Fire, water, metal, wood, earth, wind, thunder, all the list goes on.

Only special immortal veins can contain a variety of spirituality.

The Black Demon Flame flows along the meridians, and Ning Fan's meridians undoubtedly leave the imprint of the fire spirit, and in the future, most of them will cultivate the fire attribute exercises.

But what surprised him was that in the Yin and Yang Demon Veins, the illusory Yang Veins were branded with a hint of coldness.

It seems that because of this intersection of heaven and earth, Ning Fan absorbed a trace of ice power between heaven and earth.

Ning Fan probed his palm, and a wisp of black demon flame fingers jumped out, and on the black demon flame, there was a trace of undetectable blue ice flame...

"This is, 'Yin Yang Fire', a magical power that combines ice and flame into one!" Ning Fan recalled the memory of the Immortal Emperor, and his expression moved.

It is rumored in ancient times that Yin Yang Fire can only be cultivated by monks of great chance, and "Yin and Yang Change" also has a chance to cultivate Yin and Yang Fire, and it is unknown how to cultivate it.

Is the way to do it with your beloved woman, in the ice and snow... This is probably just an accident

Looking at the black and white demonic fire in his palm that was enough to burn the Soul Melting Cultivator, Ning Fan was silent.

After a long time, the corners of his mouth were lightly raised, and he raised his hand to light a fire next to the sleeping paper crane to keep warm.

Melting spiritual cultivation, the fire of yin and yang, now he also has some self-preservation power, enough to protect a trace of warmth in his heart, enough to stand in the world!