As long as the man opens his eyes, he can stop caring about everything in the past!

At this moment, resentment and hatred dissipated like smoke, leaving only the warm and sweet little things that the person was with him. No matter what later, the person had been so good with him that day. He was like a teacher, father, brother and friend, but if there were fun things, he would share them with him, but if there were delicious things, he would let himself taste them first.

How did the sincere and mellow emotions fall to this point today?

As soon as this thought comes, the grief of imprisonment is like a tiger coming out of the gate, fierce and intense, and no longer leaves him with any room to deceive himself.

"Get up! Liu Nian, get up for me!"

Jin Chongyan suddenly rushed to the stone bed, tremblingly helped the man's already cold body, and helped him to push away the scattered hair on his forehead. He was only a little pretty, but now he was so thin that he couldn't even be as clear as a clear one. His cheekbones were raised and his cheeks were sunken, and he looked like a starving ghost.

But his fingers couldn't stop on such a starving ghost's face, gently smoothing the folds of his eyebrows, gently brushing the corners of his eyes, and stroking his dry lips with a deep feeling.

What I hate yesterday, but today it seems that everything is touching.

He helped him sit up with difficulty, clumsy and meticulously tidy up his clothes. When he reached his waist, he couldn't help but stop his hand, pressed his palm on his lower abdomen, and reached the empty valley of the dantian. He couldn't help but blame him softly, "You are told to practice more on weekdays, why don't you listen?" If you practice the Nascent Soul, even if you self-destruct, you can still leave a glimmer of vitality.

Haha, the Golden Pill self-destructed and led the Thunderbolt Fire Pill to explode the hole. What could that person think about it? If the Golden Pill had not had enough cultivation and low power, the Thunderbolt Fire Pill was concentrated at the entrance of the cave, I am afraid that this body would not be able to be preserved.

He still had many complaints, but unfortunately, no matter how many people said, the man could not hear it.

Jin Chongyan hugged him silently for a while before looking down at his bare feet and shook his head. When he was a child, Ye Cheng liked to run around barefoot. He couldn't resist it after saying it hundreds of times. Later, he was so afraid of the cold, which was probably the cause of the disease at that time. He was complaining in his heart, but his hands gently wiped the dust with his sleeves, then took off his boots and put them on his barefoot.

It took nearly half an hour to go, and finally got it done.

Jin Chongyan was still dissatisfied.

His face was too blue, his body was too hard, and his skin was too cold. The man was obviously rosy, soft, and warm... The person in his memory suddenly became vivid and smiled silly at him.

Jin Chongyan was a little dazed and couldn't tell which one was real in his memory or him lying on the bed.

If the memory is real, why can't you touch it?

If the stone bed is real, why do it look terrible?

He sat in a daze for a while, holding the stone bed to stand up. It was dark, smelly and cold here, and the man was afraid of the black, ghosts and rats. If he lay down, his face would definitely become ugly.

His left foot was barely standing upright, and his right foot seemed to have hit something, and it slipped underneath. The moment the person fell down, Jin Chongyan had at least seven or eight ways to get himself up again. But at this moment, he didn't want to move at all.

Just fell hard like this.

It hurts too, the more painful it is, the better! Bi's heart is slowly polished by a blunt knife, and it's better if it hurts but it doesn't hurt.

He fell down on his back, grabbed a piece of cloth like a strip, and gently pulled it, and the strip was pulled down, revealing various dazzling magic weapons.

Even Jin Chongyan, who was used to seeing all kinds of rare treasures in the Tongtian Palace treasure house, was stunned for a moment. Then, he sat up with a pale face, rolled and rushed over.

The Seven-Star Shield Magic Formation flashed and accepted his entry.

Jin Chongyan looked at the familiar and unfamiliar magic armor in front of him, and his guilt and anxiety spread out little by little like ripples. A faint voice in his heart reminded him to escape, but his body had become a rock, as if it would become weathered and fragmented over time.

"A Xi."

A call suddenly sounded in the air.

It took too long since I heard this title, Jin Chongyan's heart jumped apart, subconsciously searching for the source of the sound, and the man who was hoping to make a sound suddenly jumped out of a corner.

Whether you are angry or resentful, just come out.

But he soon discovered that the only sounded was an echo stone.

Even so, it is better than nothing.

He comforted himself, ran to the stone bed, and hugged the man tightly into his arms.

Holding this person and listening to this person's voice makes you deceive yourself. In fact, this person is still here alive, right?

The sound in the echo stone was heard again for a long time. The man's tone was very hesitant, as if he had thought about it for a while and then said: "The refined ones are all here. Some of them are still broken. I will use them as the spirit stone I exchanged for. This formation is made."

Another silence.

"I'm sorry. My skills are too low to keep up with your cultivation speed. I always refine some useless things. But I think if these are sold, they are still worth a little money."

"But don't sell this Fire Kirin Jade Armor. It's always useful before practicing until the cave emptiness."

The echo stone flashed, indicating that there was still something that had not been said.

However, this sentence made people wait for a long time.

"Jin Chongyan, thank you."
Chapter completed!