Xuan Ji carefully rubbed his fingers and rubbed a cluster of nearly pure white flames. The fire could actually burn in the sea water. The fire was reflected back and forth by the sea water and spread gently, illuminating the "coffin" at the bottom of the sea.

The black fog around Sheng Lingyuan continued to scatter out like money, maintaining a low temperature. The sea water continued to wash away the outer layer of the ice, and the melted part was quickly filled with the black fog. The remaining tomb passage could just hold the ice cubes so that he would not float to the water surface. He left a bubble in the middle of the ice cube with a capacity similar to the coffin, and fell silently... dizzy - Xuan Ji felt that something seemed to be applied to the inner wall of the coffin, and he got closer. He was terrified to find that it was a large piece of blood.

Sheng Lingyuan's long hair is rarely messy, and the powerful demon body has long repaired the wound. Only the dry blood on the forehead suggests where the blood in the coffin comes from.

I don't know if I've been holding my breath for too long. For a moment, Xuan Ji felt that his trachea was pinched. Without thinking, the white flame floated onto the ice along his hands, trying to slowly melt the outer ice layer - he wanted to remove the ice from the tomb passage.

As soon as the fire was released, Xuan Ji suddenly came to his senses, knowing that it was broken and impulsive.

Experts like Sheng Lingyuan must have a self-protection mechanism when they faint, but forgot about it. Chiyuan and the Fire Guardian were 100% incompatible. When he came up, he used his fire to melt the ice layer frozen from the black fog. This was equivalent to placing a high-decibel fire alarm in the other party's ear when the other party was completely out of mind, and howled "The natural enemy is here" several times - it would be strange if he didn't cause a stress response.

Xuan Ji retracted his hand as fast as possible, arched his back, and prepared to be retaliated by the demonic energy. At the same time, he thought quickly and thought about it and was beaten to get a fierce beating. He found an opportunity to escape first, and to save the precious breath he was holding as much as possible.

Anything that has a peanut in your head that has a thunder fire system will not fight alone under the water.

However, just when he was so nervous that his hair was curled up, the expected "beating" did not come.

Xuan Ji was surprised and waited for a long time, then rubbed out a cluster of small flames the size of beans in fear, and sneakily looked at it. Then he was surprised to find that the hideous demonic energy not only had no intention of attacking, but instead gently retracted the master's body and stopped cooling.

The tropical sea water around it slid past the surface of the ice layer, and the ice cubes melted rapidly. The ice cubes that were originally stuck in the tomb passage quickly shaking and fell off, rolling up the people inside.

Xuan Ji was not good at water, so he quickly used his exclusive mixed dog swim posture to chase him. He took off his hands several times and finally grabbed the floating ice. The huge coffin-shaped floating ice had melted so much that his hands could hold it over. Xuan Ji couldn't control his hand strength, and with a "click", he directly clenched the thin layer of ice.

not good!

This old devil is a professional level eight player who is dying. He has a headache. A piece of brick can solve the problem. He has to act like a 20,000 miles from the sea!

In the flash of lightning, Xuan Ji didn't have time to care about the blood scattered in the sea water that had been stained with him. He scraped his stomach and found a very erratic mermaid speech from his mind. While the bubbles in the ice layer had not dissipated, he quickly stuffed his head in, took advantage of his racial advantage and spoke it out at a rocket-like speed, then pinched Sheng Lingyuan's nose and blocked his mouth.

The sea water fountain under the two of them surged up like a fountain, and the next moment, a huge acceleration lifted them up.

Xuan Ji spread his wings and rolled Sheng Lingyuan in his arms. He felt as if he had turned into an arrow, and his head was the tip of the arrow, and he opened the sea water without any progress. Any time his Tianling Cap was a physical mortal fetus, he had long been broken into pieces. Even though he was covered with Vermilion Bird bones, he still couldn't open his eyes for a while, and his ears were filled with huge sounds of water. The exposed skin numbed the sea water, and the senses in his body were temporarily ineffective, leaving only the tip of his tongue...

Xuan Ji knew that this was just a temporary solution and shouldn't think too much, but the more he did, the more he couldn't help thinking.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't know how long he had been frozen at the bottom of the sea. His lips were cold, like a cold stone, but there was a little warm inside. Because it was too thin, it seemed to be extremely precious. He hooked Xuan Ji and searched involuntarily. Xuan Ji couldn't help but tighten his hands, and in a trance had an illusion that it seemed that his wish for thousands of years had been fulfilled, and even if he died in the present, he should have no regrets.

That breath seemed infinitely long, and it seemed to be only one second. The next moment, the fierce roaring sea water suddenly sprayed the two of them onto the sky. Xuan Ji's wet wings suddenly spread out, and he slapped a few times in a mess to stabilize his body.

The thunder clouds on the sea dispersed at some point. The long-lost stars and moonlight sprinkled down luxuriously. The sprayed water droplets and waves made Xuan Ji unable to open his eyes for a moment, and he couldn't help but lean back... as if he was possessed by the crazy sword spirit at the midnight relationship of Qizheng in the fifth and sixth years.

He was deaf for a moment and could only hear the rapid and loud noise like a marching drum in his chest.

Xuan Ji pursed his lips, feeling his heart slowly, giving up resistance, sinking to the bottom of the infinite sea.

He still couldn't understand his origins, but at that moment, he heard his moved voice.

Sheng Lingyuan was like a handful of strong drugs. He knew it well and had been careful and careful, but he accidentally took a bite.

"Fuck this," Xuan Ji flew to the shore with grief and anger, thinking, "What a fuck!"

Xuan Ji was hospitalized a few days ago, but given that the special hospital did not find out what he had major problems, his colleagues at the branch still left him a standard room in the hotel. He flew over all the way, and the sea water on his body had been dried by the night wind. Although he had helped His Majesty wash his hair before, now, given his inappropriate thoughts, it is not a friendship and moral attitude to help His Majesty wash it, and it is suspected of taking advantage of others.

Anyway, the devil was not worried about catching a cold, so Xuan Ji found a blanket and rolled Sheng Lingyuan in a rolled up like a corpse. He blocked the face without any worries and spoke up.

He walked around the house like a donkey, then dragged his suitcase out of the cabinet, so that he could have something to do, so as to dispel his restless restlessness.

This time I brought enough clothes to change... Xuan Ji thought so, picked up his white T-shirt and wiped his face, intending to wash and clean himself in a while. At this time, Xuan Ji suddenly noticed that there was blood on his clothes.

Xuan Ji was stunned and remembered that he had crushed Sheng Lingyuan's "coffin" at that time. The situation was urgent and there was no time to think about it. The large pool of blood in the coffin made him covered in his body... In other words, he is now connected to Sheng Lingyuan with "Bluetooth".

Xuan Ji was holding a shirt he was about to change, squatting on the ground, with an open suitcase spreading under his feet, and he froze. After a while, he stung his neck and peeked at the person who was curled so that only a single head was exposed outside. He called out luck in his heart.

Fortunately, I discovered it early, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable if the old devil woke up later.

Xuan Ji was sweating all over and didn't care about personal hygiene. He quickly pushed the debris to the side, digging out a piece of space for himself, sat cross-legged on the ground, and used his newly learned meditation to check his sea of ​​consciousness. After eliminating external objects and distracting thoughts, he forced himself to calm down, and indeed found that there were uninvited guests in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xuan Ji observed for a while with fear, and felt a little relieved - the sea water flowed very fast, and he didn't get much blood. The connection was that it became faint at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it would not take long to break. Didn't the old devil think he was "not working hard"? He could just add a class to himself for meditation. If Sheng Lingyuan woke up during this period, since he had learned to enter meditation, he would have time to block his consciousness at any time.

He stretched his muscles and bones in his sea of ​​consciousness, waiting for the "Bluetooth" to expire, and often glanced at the "uninvited guest" in secret, and as he glanced at him, Xuan Ji felt something was wrong.

The "uninvited guest" had no sound at all.

From the sea to the present, Sheng Lingyuan has no consciousness, no consciousness, and no dreams... as if he is dead.

Xuan Ji carefully restrained his mood, approached Sheng Lingyuan's consciousness, and sank gently. After exploring it so lightly, he felt that he had fallen into an endless abyss, which seemed to be the chaotic world at the beginning of the prehistoric world, without light... there was nothing.

The endless darkness is a huge test for people's will. Xuan Ji was shocked and quickly retreated.

Even seriously injured and sick people like Yanqiushan are not empty in consciousness.

Who doesn’t even have a dream when he is sleeping?

Xuan Ji hesitated for a moment, then came over again, taking advantage of the mutual feelings between the two, he tried to imagine a spring garden and tried to make up a dream for Sheng Lingyuan... It was not so bad, but his heart was easy to soften when he moved. He remembered the large patch of blood on the ice, wanting that person to sleep better.

But he obviously didn't appreciate it. Before Xuan Ji could set up the rose flower stand, he turned around and found that the rockery and pond he had just set were gone. Before the flowers with dew were blooming, they were swallowed impatiently by the darkness in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness.

What's the situation? Don't like it?

Maybe the design is too westernized and old antiques can't accept it.

What about... what about Duling Palace?

Xuan Ji recalled the appearance of Duling Palace. When he thought of Duling Palace, the snow under the lonely palace lanterns on New Year's Eve appeared in his mind.

However, this time, the dream was swallowed faster. The carved beam Yudong of Duling Palace flashed and was immediately destroyed in nothingness, just like the man who didn't even want to see more.

Xuan Ji frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he tried to pinch Dongchuan - the ancient one.

Xuan Ji has seen the former site of the Witch Man in Dongchuan in Suhui and the Demon Sword Spirit in his dreams. They are all through Sheng Lingyuan's eyes. I don't know if it's really not true. Sheng Lingyuan's eyes have many layers of filters.

Round woods and wooden houses gradually appeared, and Dongchuan was formed under the filter. This time, the swamp-like darkness in Sheng Lingyuan's sea of ​​consciousness paused for a moment.

He still likes Dongchuan...

Xuan Ji sighed, but as soon as his thought flashed, the exquisite pastoral landscape map suddenly collapsed, and it exploded into countless pieces like broken glass. At the same time, a violent wind rolled up in the depths of Sheng Lingyuan's consciousness, and it directly swept Xuan Ji out like a knife, and even hit his sea of ​​consciousness. The feeling between the two broke. Xuan Ji suddenly opened his eyes, and Sheng Lingyuan's hand that fell beside him twitched.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and touched the strange mattress and met the hotel's snow-white ceiling. His seal hall was heavy, with obvious hostility on his face. He lifted the blanket on his body and sat up. He looked up and saw the little demon on the carpet who had no idea what Zen he was studying.

The little demon touched his eyes, first avoiding it, and then he didn't know what he remembered, forcibly retracted his gaze and looked at him with his neck in his eyes. He knew that his wings must be fur on his wings.

Sheng Lingyuan did not have the interest of staring at him with big eyes. He glanced around and knew that it must be the little demon who was full and meddled with other people's business, causing him a rare good sleep. Fortunately, the headache passed, and His Majesty also came back. He was too lazy to have these irrelevant trivial matters, but he just pinched his eyebrows exhausted: "Is the review finished?"

"No... cough, no," Xuan Ji cleared his throat awkwardly, "Yinyi has been in this organization for a long time. If he goes back for a long time, he can easily cause mental damage to the prisoners. However, the mental defense line has been broken anyway, so we will take back his headquarters with a special plane tomorrow morning. This time, the entire team of Fengshen is there. We scanned the blind man from the inside out and added more than ten channels of protection. The murder and silence situation of Dongchuan black market will definitely not happen."

Sheng Lingyuan used his fingers as a comb and stroked his long hair that was messy and ignored him. He knew that this strange control situation was far less effective than Qingpingsi, and Sheng Lingyuan did not expect them at all. As soon as Yin Yi came out of water, he pointed a wisp of demonic energy into the blind man's heart. Whether someone was robbing or silencing him, he could know at the first time that even if Yin Yi was cut off by someone, he would not want to die.

"Your Majesty," at this time, Xuan Ji asked with some unspeakable nervousness, "Are you...you go back to Yong'an with us?"

A cluster of black mist condensed into a solid body, tying her hair. Sheng Lingyuan looked up and raised him, and asked with a smile: "Why, aren't you welcome?"

Xuan Ji almost had the illusion that he had been teased by him, and he explained incoherently: "No... I have no other meaning..."

Sheng Lingyuan walked towards him step by step, and slowly lowered his head to him: "What does 'no other meaning' mean?"

Xuan Ji's throat moved and he became mute.

He suddenly realized that the old devil seemed to be a master of love who had seen all the true love and false thoughts. With a look, he could easily see through his secret thoughts and pinch them in his palm and play with them casually. He wasted ten years in the world in vain, and he had no useful knowledge except eating, drinking and having fun, and he had no power to fight back.

The next moment, Sheng Lingyuan pinched his chin with two fingers and forced him to raise his head: "Since you are so anxious, you can't wait for me all night, and I can't let you down your motivated heart."

Xuan Ji: "..."

Wait, where is the situation going?

"There are two or three hours left before dawn, which is enough to teach you a 'concentration technique', so that you can't even get through the skin all day long." Sheng Lingyuan's face fell down and said coldly, then he took away a pair of trousers from Xuan Ji's suitcase without seeing any sight, and then took away the shirt from his hand, "I'll go wash up, take two of your clothes, and put them in the bento."

Sheng Lingyuan was holding Xuan Ji's clothes in his hand and found that the goods' clothes were almost light-colored, clean and tidy, and the tentacles were warm and soft. This person lived like a stinky and delicate little face all day long. I don't know how much time I wasted on it, which made people get angry when I saw it. No wonder his heart was so fragile. His Majesty thought that his embarrassing look was purely confusing by the demons, which was the ironclad evidence of his ignorance. He should slap his hands.

Xuan Ji: "..."

A bullshit master of love! He actually slandered him for being lustful!

If he is lustful, isn’t it good to look in the mirror and be narcissistic? Is it inconvenient to save energy? Nonsense!

No wonder the old devil has a thousand miles of land, all three palaces and six courtyards are empty, and he has not even had a set of wives and children. This is the ashes-level player who is a lone-best player!

In this way, Xuan Ji didn't have time to savor the incident of "Sheng Lingyuan wearing his clothes", and he was dragged into a one-on-one luxury cram school in anger.

The so-called "concentration" is used by young children who have been tempering their minds in the past. They practice the heart of "six desires pass by, and they remain unmoved". Xuan Ji was pressed by him in the illusion and was forced to use his spiritual sense to thread an embroidery needle in his mind. The voice and color in the illusion are seductive, and the beauties are more beautiful than the other, and they are shameless, and they are pestering and disturbing him to thread the needle.

It was not until Xuan Ji's mobile phone alarm rang in the morning that he was released. He was exhausted by the "temporary tutor" and became a cross-eyed person with all four elements. However, it was indeed beneficial - his heart that had just moved at night became paraplegic and could not jump up anymore, and even facing Sheng Lingyuan's original deity was temporarily calm.

Your Majesty is also quite satisfied with this result, thinking that a tree cannot become a weapon without cultivation. Such a lazy junior must deal with it. Isn’t this effective all the time?

Through inhumane tutoring, the two of them achieved the desired results. They kept this mood and boarded the plane back to Yong'an.

Before Xuan Ji left, he had not forgotten to take away the things he had stored in the special hospital. Sheng Lingyuan watched coldly, feeling that this little demon might have been fed since he was a child, but he was like a hungry family bird who had to peck at the ground and eat when he fell into the ground. He was so picky that he couldn't bear to let others down for a little kindness.

Yanqiushan was unable to move for the time being, so he stayed in Yu Yang to treat and recuperate. Wang Ze left Gu Yuexi and Zhang Zhao to take care of him, and took away other Feng Shen Field Officers, as well as the magical master of the aftermath and his doubtful sword spirit, and escorted Yin Yi back to the headquarters.

This special plane was sent by the General Administration. The bottom warehouse was transformed according to the standards of a Class A-level special energy prison, and specifically escorted important and dangerous suspects. I learned from the lessons learned from the Dongchuan black market last time. Except for Du, the head of the branch, Wang Ze, a irrelevant person, was not alarmed, and even the staff of the aftermath department who was carrying out the aftermath task in Yuyang at this time were not notified.

His Majesty was unable to merge with his true body last time on the plane, so he still used his sword. This time, he was the first time he boarded the plane himself. He looked out the window with interest, without any worries about falling down - there was a big bird sitting next to him - in response to this, he asked Xuan Ji curiously: "Since you have wings, why don't you fly back by yourself, but instead sit on another bird?"

Xuan Ji was speechless and felt that His Majesty's words were very wrong. He seemed to be scolding him, and he would not be able to find any fault for a while.

Wang Ze, who happened to pass by, smiled so hard that he sprayed water, and explained to Sheng Lingyuan a lot of words what "air control" is. His Majesty heard that ordinary people who are not power or noble, and who are not monks also fly in the sky all day long, and they didn't believe it, but they couldn't say for a moment that the carp was speechless or that he had a short-sighted understanding, so he quietly started to draw Wang Ze's words skillfully.

Mr. Wang, the treasure man, was crazy. When he saw the boss asking, he talked from the sky to the ground, and quickly explained his ancestors three generations. Finally, he had to take out a short video collected on his mobile phone to share... Because some of the content was too vulgar, he was interrupted by Xuan Ji.

"What are you?" Sheng Lingyuan's eyes fell on the online shopping page on Xuan Ji's mobile phone.

His Majesty from ancient times did not know that "mobile phones" were the underwear of contemporary people, and he thought he could see it casually, but he did not know how to avoid it at all.
Chapter completed!