Looking at the few people walking and stopping in front of the screen, there are no fewer familiar faces, and there are many more fresh faces.

One of the male cultivators, Han Chen, looked at it curiously, his eyes were swollen and his legs and feet were frivolous, thinking that it was caused by Chen Lihua's hookup and long-term behavior.

As a result, he still looked down on him too much, wearing a loose Taoist robe, his legs were shaking on the bed, Han Chen could imagine that the useless Taoist students in a Taoist hall were blowing horses every day, saying that they were not serious, and blindly relied on flattery.

Han Chen has seen a lot of this kind of person, but what really makes Han Chen care is that this person has the heart of a thief, but he does not have the courage of a thief.

only dared to look at Chen Lihua in the video, and sometimes looked at Long Hao's screen, dreaming and venting in his hands.

And he likes to release it in his hands very much, and he loves it very much, especially when he is sober and has nothing to do, he can repeat this action without getting bored.

The other male cultivators were obviously arrested not long ago, but they still maintained the patience of monks, meditating in front of the bed, trying to liberate the sealed mana, struggling with these exciting things.

Cultivation pays attention to meditation, and if it continues for a long time, sooner or later it will be corroded by the environment.

Han Chen watched all this playfully, now he can be that big hand and completely liberate these people, obviously, he doesn't want to do that.

He withdrew his gaze and walked gently, listening to the crisp sound of the skeleton in his body with his steps, and the iron nails that almost wanted to torture him to death, his eyes turned red all of a sudden, his head was dizzy, and he knelt with his head in his hands, lying on his stomach.

There was any refraction in his room, but it was blocked by him, and no one else could see it.

He looked at his two hands, five fingers as long, the arms were thicker, and the frequency of body shaking was gradually decreasing.

He is actually not afraid, if a person encounters too many things, he will calm down, with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, he has this feeling at this time, I don't know what it will be like to be the other way around among these people?

Perhaps, we'll find out later.

His gaze first looked at the long army on Long Hao's body who was snuggled together, and the combined body.

The voice sounded, ticking tock, something he hadn't heard for a few days turned out to be a little missing, he closed his eyes and listened quietly for a while, pushed open the door, and walked towards the first floor, thinking of the two who were about to be subverted tomorrow, Han Chen couldn't help but snicker.

He stood in Long Hao's room, wrapping him in a cover, his figure was very well-proportioned, and he could feel the hormones emanating from his body through the screen, Changjun slept a little unsteadily, like a child, and sometimes he pouted, what kind of dream is this?

He first put the two of them on the bed and lay down, and the long army was on the top, and Long Hao was below, lying on his stomach and marching.

Han Chen thought that he had done a good deed, at least so that Changjun, who had never been a man, could finally be a man once, and he would not feel regretful after he died.

He felt that he was too kind.

Han Chen continued to ghost, resisting the Taoist priest who only used his hands to Chen Lihua's room, and then put Li Lin's face below, opening his mouth, the few meditating men were all dressed up, stroking themselves, looking at this living spring palace.

As for the woman who had never been treated well by the world, he lit a fire in front of her bed, and it was not necessarily better to live than to die, so he turned her into a pile of soot and immersed herself in the world.

As for that Ye Meng, Han Chen has never seen it again, and he is afraid that he will be arrested and tortured by Shopkeeper Liu just like him.

Han Chen walked to this corridor again, and walked through the hell on earth here, he opened his mouth, wanting to express something, but in the end there was only a long string of symbols, tears, falling down his cheeks drop by drop, like a withered old tree, lifeless.

He knew that this cry was not fragile, nor was it a mental breakdown, but just simple tears.

Therefore, he stepped on his feet, walked towards the second floor, walked towards the first floor, and someone blocked him, all of them were killed by his half-arc crescent moon with one blow, whether it was the early stage of foundation building, or the middle stage, or the late stage, he couldn't resist a round.

I don't know if he was lucky enough, or the white cat was controlling behind his back, but he didn't meet Ye Qinghua and Shopkeeper Liu again along the way.

Walking in the black forest, Han Chen's body gradually had a thirst for blood, especially after killing people, all the pleasure of blood boiling, almost paralyzing his whole person.

Such a state of mind almost reversed his usual cold style, and he had a hunch that if he continued like this, then if he wanted to break through the knot, he was afraid that it would be hopeless.

He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the pleasure of wanting to kill, he knew that if he wanted to suppress that killing thought, then he had to blend into the crowd and feel the most simple truth!

Unconsciously, Han Chen's state of mind slowly changed, and gradually, he had a vague hint of enlightenment, but this realization passed like lightning, so fast that Han Chen couldn't catch it.

Retracting his thoughts, Han Chen volleyed into the air and flew towards the sect in a habitual manner, just in the blink of an eye.

Before he flew in front of the sect gate, he heard a monk shouting: "Stop, where are you a monk, you can't just enter the sect." ”

Han Chen's face darkened, thinking that he had given Jin Meng his storage ring, including his own proof, he just hung the name of the sect elder, and rarely showed his face, and many disciples in the sect didn't know him, but now he had to go to Jin Meng to retrieve his storage ring, and he really didn't have time to accompany these disciples here.

He was impatiently planning to break in, just thinking about it, before he could do it, Han Chen saw a young man coming out of the row of law enforcement disciples, under the white robe, the whole person looked energetic, he looked at Han Chen, his expression was a little excited, he shouted Master, and then the sword came over to salute Han Chen.

Someone proved that Han Chen didn't need to use his hands, he looked carefully at the man who saluted him, he was very young, his aura was magnificent, and his cultivation had also reached the fifth layer of true qi.

Cultivating so far in a short period of time is enough to prove the talent and diligence of a man, Han Chen nodded with satisfaction, and it can be regarded as admitting.

As soon as he nodded, he heard a few sounds of relief, and he didn't break it, but just raised his head, motioned to the disciples guarding the door to open the sect, patted Tang Shan's shoulder, and turned around and flew towards the sect.

Jin Meng's mountain range is located at the rear of the south side, not in the center, nor at the end, passing by the disciple peak and flying forward for a distance.

The disciple peak that is approaching the early morning is always the most lively, many new disciples or old disciples have put on their disciple clothes and started to meditate and cultivate, except for the miscellaneous servants, the clothes of the Water Source Sect are all white, but there are some differences.

The white robe of the disciple is only embroidered with a few wisps of clouds and a few small characters of the Water Source Sect on the cuffs and neck, and the robes of these disciples are really not good-looking, they are the clothes of the elders, and there are a few more patterns on the chest and back, which just makes people look fluttering.

Han Chen remembered the body that Jin Meng wore in his memory, she really looked petite and cute, she was smarter, she dragged her chest out, wrapped a few more circles around her waist, and her daughter's figure was shown, plus the rouge gouache of women in the immortal cultivation world was very cheap, and most of the women were of superior appearance.

When he arrived at the bottom of Jinmeng Mountain, Han Chen was still in a trance, since Jinmeng built the foundation, it had been almost a hundred years, and he was already familiar with the distance outside the mountain gate, but this was the first time he set foot in it.

For a moment, he was still a little apprehensive, and he didn't know where to put his feet.

The dawn of the morning has risen, the rising sun shows the breath of morning dew, Han Chen looked at the sun, a little uncomfortable and fascinated, he reached out to touch, to feel the ray of sunshine, his chest suddenly felt a little sad, almost three months, three months, Jin Meng did not move a rescuer to save him, did he forget him? Or when he did not exist, transparent?

He flew in and passed through the formation at the door, and the scenery inside was very different, with birds singing and flowers, like a fairyland on earth.

There is a cave in the middle of the mountain, and it only takes about 100 steps to get around.

Inside the cave, there is a back figure, drawing eyebrows, and the thin body looks distressing.

"Who?" the man turned around, and at the same time, a sharp palm wind slapped towards Han Chen.

"Yes...... I ......" Han Chen's voice was a little deep, and the words that came out of his tongue were a little unclear and incoherent.

The palm wind stopped in front of Han Chen and did not move forward.

The woman in front of her was a little pale, and although she was smeared with a lot of powder, she still couldn't escape Han Chen's eyes, she was thin and haggard. Is this worrying about her?

There is a sense of sadness in my heart, this relationship ends here!

He stretched out his hand and planted the storage ring on the middle finger of Jin Meng's right hand, it was his, he recognized. The divine sense swept away, and the contents were the same, including the green bottle.

He turned around, glanced at Jin Meng with an indifferent look, turned around and left.

"Han Chen, listen to my explanation. Jin Meng grabbed Han Chen's hand in a panic and said in a deep voice, "Let's talk, okay?"

Han Chen took a deep breath, pulled back his hand, turned his head and looked at Jin Meng, his voice was a little hoarse, he didn't want to speak anymore, he shook his head, his eyes were calm.

There is nothing to talk about Jin Meng, there will be no more in the future, their past was actually over as early as when the cinnabar fell, and he only blamed himself for blindly ignoring, so this situation appeared.

"Han Chen......" Jin Meng wanted to grab his arm again.

Han Chen was knocked down, and left neatly, with his current fake Dan cultivation, he wanted to leave, and only two people in the entire Water Source Sect could keep him.

Jin Meng looked at his back, his heart ached, and the dantian that had finally been suppressed was faintly painful again, "Han Chen, why didn't you look back at me, why didn't you notice the landing of my cultivation." ”

She suddenly thought that when she turned around so decisively, and then didn't explain why she demoted him to a miscellaneous disciple, Han Chen was just as miserable as her, no, even more desperate than her.