Yin Xuezhuo was suddenly so close to her, through the thin fabric, she could even feel his body temperature, the man's chin was on top of her head, pressing against her slightly, making her feel at a loss.
Ji Yan froze, did not act rashly, endured the strange feeling in her body, and felt that this situation was particularly embarrassing.
She wanted to faint immediately.
But Yin Xuezuo didn't mean to make her dizzy, and continued to guide the fire in her body. He slightly lowered his thick eyelashes and looked at the little girl in his arms.
The blue lines behind her ears became more and more obvious, twining up like vines, sparkling.
It made her profile cold and charming.
Yin Xuezhuo was unmoved by the beauty, but he found that after introducing the fire into Ji Yan's body, he absorbed the fire of Jiuyou, as if there was an invisible force pulling him, attracting him to throw his consciousness into it .
He and Ji Yan were inhaled at the same time.
Inside is an empty space, like a wilderness, but it is very vast, and there is no end to it if you look around.
There is white light pouring down in the sky, like a flowing Tianhe, with countless blue flames flying in the air, but the surrounding is filled with thick black mist, which is mixed with the Tianhe, mixed with light and dark, like endless darkness It was suddenly cut off by a white light.
He was stepping on the ground, and Ji Yan looked around blankly.
Where is this? Isn't she still relying on Yin Xuezuo? Why are you here suddenly
"This is a small space in the Lingfu."
Yin Xuezuo's cold voice sounded slowly, his voice was as cold as water.
He walked to her side.
Ji Yan looked at him in surprise. She didn't expect him to come in too, but it's not impossible to think about it. After all, Yin Xuezuo was doing illegal operations there just now. I guess he didn't know how to fiddle with it before he came up with one. space.
This Lingfu should be his Lingfu, right? Ji Yan felt that he was not capable of owning the "Lingfu" thing.
But Yin Xuezuo seemed to know what she was thinking, and said, "This is your spiritual residence. To be precise, it is the space in the spiritual residence that was spawned by the fire of the Nine Netherworlds. My spiritual residence is not so barren."
He had a disgusting tone again.
The tone was so rude, Ji Yan's brain twitched, and she raised her hand and pushed him.
Yin Xuezuo was pushed by her and staggered a few steps back.
Yin Xuezuo: "..." He was actually pushed by her
Ji Yan: "..." Isn't she trying hard
Ji Yan looked at him blankly, and Yin Xuezuo looked at her blankly.
Ji Yan looked at his hand, and then at Yin Xuezuo, as if he understood something later.
Ji Yan had a guess in his heart, and he was bold enough to push Yin Xuezuo again.
Yin Xuezuo was pushed by her again, like an ordinary person.
Yin Xuezuo: "..."
The big devil himself seemed to be surprised. He raised his hand and tried to use a spell. He swiped his hand in the air a few times, but there was nothing.
hey.
Ji Yan is happy.
Holy crap, this space is so good! Knowing so much about her pursuit of equality, actually made Yin Xuezuo become like her? !
If the big devil has no spells, it will not be called the big devil, it will be called the little butterfly.
Tell him to laugh at her waste!
Eat the fruit yourself!
Yin Butterfly seemed a little unbelievable. He looked at his hand and squinted at Ji Yan. He happened to see her gloating expression on her face. Before Ji Yan could restrain her expression, he saw his eyes suddenly gloomy. down.
It was over, Yin Butterfly became angry!
Before Yin Xuezuo became angry, Ji Yan quickly ran to Yin Xuezuo's side, raised his hand and stroked his sleeve, as if he was smoothing it out, and said earnestly, "I was surprised by what happened just now, but our top priority should be It is to find a way to get out, just go out, your spells must be recoverable."
Yin Xuezuo glanced at her Shunmao movements strangely.
Ji Yan gave up angrily.
Yin Xuezuo turned his head again, probably taking the time to accept the reality. After a while, he muttered, "If you can't get out, you can only wait."
The space of the fire of the Nine Netherworld, since it can seal his power, it is not easy to go out.
But when the space was formed for the first time, even if it could trap Yin Xuezuo, it wouldn't last long.
Ji Yan made an "oh" and sat down again angrily. Yin Xuezuo looked at her in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"Sit down, wait, why are you standing stupidly?" Ji Yan patted the seat next to him, raised his hand and pulled Yin Xuezuo's hand, without much effort, he successfully pulled him down. Seeing that he wanted to stand up again, he simply pressed down on his shoulder, "Sit down."
Yin Xuezuo: "..."
His expression darkened again.
But no matter how gloomy it is, Ji Yan can't help it. Ji Yan dangled her legs freely, feeling very bored, and enthusiastically suggested to Yin Xuezhuo, "How about I sing you a song?"
Yin Xuezuo: "Don't sing!"
If you don't listen, don't listen, Ji Yan sighed boredly.
Yin Xuezuo heard this long sigh and turned to look at her again.
He really couldn't figure it out and didn't understand, since when did Ji Yan stop being afraid of him? She wants to sing again, touch her wings again, and dare to do something to him. Has her brain been burned out by the fire
Ji Yan sat bored, completely unaware Yin Xuezhuo was watching, she began to amuse herself, she counted the threads on her finger pads, and after counting her left hand and right hand, she looked very engaged.
When she counted to the last finger, her wrist tightened, and Yin Xuezhuo grabbed her hand. Yin Xuezhuo also looked at her finger and found nothing interesting.
Ji Yan couldn't hold back, and Pu Chi burst out laughing.
Then Yin Xuezuo stared at her again and stopped talking.
Ji Yan felt that he, a demon who only knew revenge, would find it difficult to appreciate her happiness, she squeezed towards him, opened her fingers to him, and slowly told him: "Look, everyone's fingers There are such fingerprints on it, some are swirl-like threads, some are not swirls, they are dust lines, there is a folk saying that different numbers of threads and dust lines represent different fates…”
"For example, some people say that one snail is poor, two snails are rich, three snails and four snails sell tofu, five snails and six snails open pawnshops, seven snails and eight snails serve as officials, nine snails and ten snails enjoy happiness, and some people say that people with ten snails It is a natural pairing with a person with ten windrows, and it is destined for life."
Yin Xuezuo: "boring."
Although he said it was boring, he couldn't help but glance at his fingers, "Thread."
Ji Yan: "Huh??"
Yin Xuezuo said impatiently, "I'm all threads."
Ji Yan: Do you want to be so duplicitous? Obviously you are curious and deliberately saying that you are bored.
etc.
Yin Xuezhuo's ten threads are all threads
Ji Yan's heart skipped a beat, but before she said anything, Yin Xuezuo grabbed her hand again, looked at it roughly, and her expression became very strange.
Ji Yan... Exactly ten dust patterns.
She and Yin Xuezuo really can't be separated from each other, but it's a natural couple to avoid it.
The atmosphere was suddenly a little quiet, and neither of them thought it would be so coincidental.
Ji Yan swept Yin Xuezhuo's expression out of the corner of the eye, he let go of her hand naturally, and commented, "It's half right, you really can only be with me."
Ji Yan gave a vague "um", put her hand in her arms, and rubbed her palm quietly.
His palm was itchy after being scratched by Yin Xuezhuo's fingernails.
It really didn't take long for the space to be closed.
When Yin Xuezuo and Ji Yan opened again, they were still in the same position as before, Yin Xuezuo hugged her, Ji Yan's whole face was buried in his arms, and his body was soft.
Yin Xuezuo withdrew his hand and raised his hand to light a cluster of flames.
The ice-blue flames made his eyes chill.
His power has been restored, and the power of Jiuyou Fire has merged a little.
Although the progress is slow as always, it is indeed much more convenient to bring Ji Yan with him. He does not need to make a special trip to Jiuyou Altar to integrate the spirit fire, and he does not need to let the devil protect the law for him. He only needs to be here, holding Ji Yan, Look for the spirit fire hidden in her body.
"Yin... Xuezhuo..."
The little girl in her arms called him weakly, her voice weak and flies.
Yin Xuezuo heard the sound and lowered his head.
Ji Yan's face was blushing, which made the lines on her neck even more seductive.
She was completely powerless, feeling as if she had been drained of her energy by him, and she could only make such a small sound when she shouted to him hoarsely.
The voice is small, like coquettish.
After calling his name, Ji Yan immediately shut up.
She doesn't want to be coquettish, don't.
There is always an illusion that he is seducing Yin Xuezuo.
She didn't know why, but she was so tired after going in, feeling that all her strength was drained.
Yin Xuezuo stared at her for a moment, then let go of her grip and let her lie down on the high couch to rest.
"Your physique is too weak, let you do this once, and every day in the future, you will soak in the water of the Demon Realm here until you get used to it."
Mortals are too weak.
Ji Yan lay quietly, groggy, closed his eyes slightly, his curled eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings.
Soon, her breathing became smooth and she gradually fell asleep.
Yin Xuezuo sat bored, and reached out to her neck again, imagining the feeling of choking her neck.
It only takes a little force to break her bones, just like he killed other tiny humans.
But when Ji Yan fell asleep, her sleeping face was extremely sweet, and she was as quiet and harmless as a small animal. No, the weakest creatures in the Demon Domain were not as fragile as her. She was just like a rabbit in the mortal world. Just throw it and you can kill it.
Yin Xuezuo stared down at her, remembering when she was poisonous.
At that time, she had just finished eating the so-called hot pot and was already unconscious. Yin Xuezuo put her back on the bed in the hall and looked at her unconscious face.
She is really too weak.
It looks like it will die if you pinch it.
He felt that his internal organs were surging uncomfortably, and even though Ji Yan was in a coma, his eyes were still bleeding. He called Qiu Mi again. After Qiu Mi reluctantly relieved Ji Yan's pain, he couldn't help saying: "The devil... In fact, there is another way to save her life."
"any solution?"
Qiu Mi hesitated: "Yes... Yinshan Snow Tiny Herb."
Yin Xuezuo frowned.
Yinshan Snow Tiny Herb only has one plant in three hundred years, and now the only one in the world is only in the hands of Yin Xuezuo.
It was a spiritual item that he spent a lot of money to acquire, which could help him integrate the power of the fire of the Nine Netherworld, but it seemed to have encountered a bottleneck, and it has not been fully realized. Qiu Mi had not mentioned it before because she felt that Yin Xue Zhuo would not fetch this grass for a mortal.
Yin Xuezuo didn't want to.
He was not a good man, and he would never pity a mortal.
Not to mention giving her such an important fire of the Nine Serenities.
It's just that Yin Xuezhuo is too arrogant in his bones. He has repeatedly failed to fuse the spirit fire with the Yinshan Snow Tiny Grass. He already feels that this spirit grass is useless, so when he refined Ji Yan's body, he was originally determined, but when he saw her being killed. When his body was scorched by fire, he couldn't help but tried it with Yinshan Snow Tiny Herb.
Anyway, it's not a useful spirit grass, Yin Xuezuo thought casually, in case of saving this little waste, he would not refuse to take her with him.
Who knew that Yinshan Snow Tiny Herb actually had an effect on her. The fire of the Nine Netherworlds in his body suddenly went out of control. It was too late for Yin Xuezuo to stop it, so he could only watch helplessly. Inside, merge with her.
He accomplished what Yin Xuezuo had not done for many years.
This little trash picked up a big bargain.
Too cheap for her.
No matter how hard Yin Xuezuo was, she couldn't help it, looking at the sleepy face of this little waste, her teeth were itching with anger.
If someone else dared to fight the fire of the Nine Netherworld, Yin Xuezuo would definitely smash that person to ashes, but this little trash... Forget it, give it to her, he is magnanimous and doesn't care about this little trash.
Anyway, with fire, she could only follow him.
There is no escape for a lifetime.
The author has something to say: Why is Yin Xuezuo unhappy, because he is too sour.