Li Huanhan's recent situation has become more and more wrong.
His body is often full of blood, and his inner breath is often chaotic. At first Jiang Yinghe thought it was his reaction to being influenced by the demons, but later he realized... It was more like an injury.
The person who did it doesn't need to speculate, he can also think of his other two disciples. Jiang Yinghe himself is currently the pinnacle of the Righteous Path and the head of the Immortal Sword Cultivator, so he naturally has some understanding of the internal strength of each sect.
How many of them... got into a fight
Jiang Yinghe pondered for a moment, distracted for a while while thinking, and then heard a familiar voice muffled by his ear.
"Master." Li Huanhan whispered in his ear, "Don't you rest, who are you thinking about?"
He knew Jiang Yinghe so well that he could almost vaguely estimate when he would be sleepy and when he would wake up.
The soft velvet rabbit ears on Jiang Yinghe's head curled up, quite self-absorbed and didn't want to hear his voice, but after a while, he still responded in a low voice: "Who did you fight with?"
Li Huanhan used to wrap his waist around him habitually and protect the master in his arms. He raised his eyes slightly after hearing the words, and said with deep eyes: "So I was thinking about this."
He paused for a moment, and said casually: "Master, don't worry, I won't die."
Jiang Yinghe's waist was clasped tightly with one hand, and he buried him on the side of his shoulder, and his breath slowly blended together again.
Li Huanhan likes to sleep with him so much. If he hadn't done this kind of thing of imprisoning him in a small black room with chains, it would be hard for Jiang Yinghe to see any difference between him and the past—if there is one, it would be Occupy. Desire slowly took root and grew, and gradually appeared.
This bedroom, only when Li Huanhan was around, would Jiang Yinghe feel that there were indeed formations and barriers above, which almost prevented all methods of finding access from the outside. When Li Huanhan was away, Jiang Yinghe couldn't even sense the existence of the formation because the caster left.
It has been a long time since he suffered such a loss in realm.
Jiang Yinghe lowered his eyes and said indifferently, "Whether you live or die, who cares about you."
As long as he doesn't get rua, rabbit ears and rabbit tails, or pinches until his muscles become limp, Jiang Yinghe can still maintain his extremely indifferent attitude. He was already a little angry, but when he said the words, there was still a little bit of unfinished irritation.
According to the common saying on earth, this is called the cold war.
Li Huanhan's breathing stopped for a moment, he didn't say anything, but touched the other party's slender and fair neck, and squeezed Jiang Yinghe's Adam's apple
.
"Hiss..." Jiang Yinghe gasped, poked his fingers into his pitch-black hair, frowned and said, "Are you done yet? I'm sleepy, don't torment me."
He vaguely noticed that only when his tone of voice was as gentle as before, Li Huanhan could hear it with a muddy head.
He said this, and it worked immediately. The eldest disciple let go of his lips and teeth, and hugged him peacefully.
... What kind of hair do you have to smooth out
Jiang Yinghe was already used to the fact that he had few words in the first place, and now even fewer words. It's not a day or two for Li Huan to be cold and reticent, as long as he doesn't try to touch his ears, everything will be fine.
During this period of time, he also tried, wanting to take off the pair of ears by himself, but he didn't know how Changye wore them, so he couldn't take them off by himself. Li Huanhan won't help him take it off.
This made his already tortuous teaching career even worse.
Jiang Yinghe was indeed sleepy. He had to fall asleep within Li Huanhan's line of sight before the other party would rest, and sometimes he might not rest. He had seen Li Huanhan hold him and watch him all night...
So tonight's actions really depend on fate.
There is no way to get away with pretending to be asleep. Jiang Yinghe can only force himself to wake up after falling asleep without disturbing the other party.
The candles are always bright.
In the silence, Jiang Yinghe kept breathing evenly and woke up again in the middle of the night. He raised his eyelashes slightly, but there was no movement on the other side.
… well, fell asleep. Looks like fate favored him.
Jiang Yinghe's body didn't move, only his fingers touched the magical storage device on his knuckles—Li Huanhan didn't search him all this time, he didn't know if he didn't care, forgot, or simply didn't dare to make himself angry anymore.
He rubbed the magic weapon with his fingertips for a moment, and took out the communication token that he bought at the stall of the little boss of the deer demon.
This was originally intended to be sent back to Penglai to confirm Qin Jun's situation, but I didn't expect it to be used in this kind of matter. The plan really couldn't keep up with the changes.
Jiang Yinghe didn't dare to move, so he could only press his finger on the pattern of the token when he could feel the existence of the formation, carefully poked out the formation, and tried to pass a divine sense mark to the senior brother in charge.
Fortunately, although this array is isolated from the outside, it seems to be defenseless against the inside.
Spiritual consciousness entered the token slowly and carefully, and then got a response. While Jiang Yinghe breathed a sigh of relief, he immediately concentrated his mind and swept his consciousness in.
"do not speak."
The other side fell silent immediately, as if they had already noticed his situation.
transmission of language
It will be a little faster, but Shenshen Communication is like a person who is used to spelling all 26 pinyins and uses Chinese handwriting. Not only is it slow, but patience is also required.
"Senior brother, I'm in a place that you can't find, but I have a solution, so don't worry. Is Penglai safe?"
It took a long time for Jiang Yinghe to notice the subtle marks of spiritual consciousness on the communication token.
"Penglai is safe, where are you? The ghost cultivator formed an alliance with the demon clan to fight against the Heavenly Demon Sect. The world of self-cultivation is in chaos. Penglai has taken in many desperate monks and has done its best.... I asked the Yaozun before, but he said you were not there Yaozu, where are you?"
Yaozun? Jiang Yinghe suddenly had a premonition and asked.
"Yaozun, is it Long Night?"
"Yes."
Jiang Yinghe was at a loss for words for a while, but his prediction came true. The monks who could be called venerables, lords, etc., regardless of their race, were almost all top monks, and maybe they were also half-step golden immortals. If Jiang Yinghe hadn't clearly remembered that he had come here through time travel, and also knew that Tiandao itself has no emotions, he might really have thought that this was only a scheme arranged by Tiandao.
He calmed down and continued to enter his consciousness.
"Don't worry about me, it's just a magic rune, please help me find out how to crack it."
As he thought about it, he conveyed all the runes written on the chain in the past few days.
"... Demonic Rune? It's a kind of imprisonment... This one seems to be a very famous one."
Famous... ? Jiang Yinghe was stunned for a moment, and then sensed a slightly surprised message from the master's spiritual consciousness.
"This kind of confinement rune is the only one among thousands of spells that will not cause any harm to the subject. It was popular thousands of years ago, but the magic cultivator is rarely used... usually monks of the Acacia Sect, or Daoists Between couples... boudoir sex."
Jiang Yinghe was so shocked by these four words that he doubted his life. He subconsciously glanced at Li Huanhan and continued to ask.
"Then how to crack it?"
"I will relay the breaking spell to you."
Jiang Yinghe raised his spirits intently, carefully remembering exactly how to break the curse passed by Zhou Zhengping's spiritual sense, and just when he was about to continue asking about the details, he suddenly felt a burst of familiar eyes watching him.
!
He cut off the communication, quickly put the communication token behind him back into the storage ring, and heard Li Huanhan's hoarse voice.
"Master." His breath approached, warmly fuming his upper eyelashes, "You're awake."
... He just knew that if he didn't really fall asleep, he couldn't hide it from the eyes of the big apprentice. Jiang Yinghe's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes to look at him. Before he could say a word, he was caught
Fang pressed under him.
A slightly cold hand touched his chin lightly, Li Huanhan bowed his head and asked in a low voice, "Are you awake for a long time?"
This can also be seen... Jiang Yinghe frowned, turned his head to avoid his hand, and said indifferently: "Do I still have to report to you?"
Li Huanhan was silent for a moment, then said: "Just now I felt spiritual fluctuations. Master, what are you doing?"
Jiang Yinghe was almost amazed at his sensitivity, even when he put the token back into the storage ring, he could feel it exactly when he first woke up. However, he had already put the communication token back, and he didn't reply at all, but buried himself in the quilt to continue his previous sleep.
There was a rustling sound of groping beside him, Li Huanhan seemed to search for a while, and then found something, and asked in a somewhat unusual tone: "Master... holding this, is it because you are afraid of pain?"
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback for a moment, not knowing what he had discovered, turned his head and took a look, and saw Li Huanhan picked up a small porcelain box between his shapely fingers, with very vivid little daisies painted on it.
... This, it seems that when he bought the communication token, the little boss of the deer demon gave it as a friendly gift, and he put it together when he put it into the storage magic weapon. When he just took the token, he even brought it out
The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and Jiang Yinghe only had a big blank in his heart.
It was Li Huanhan who broke the silence first, opened the lid of the small porcelain box, and inside was a piece of delicate and lubricating grease.
Jiang Yinghe's back felt chills when he heard the other party's heavy words.
"you want?"
No, I don't want to, this is a gift from the deer demon who drives the high-speed rail. He has nothing, and he can't even drive a trolley.
Jiang Yinghe sat up in a little bewilderment, moved to the corners of the bed, and explained: "No, I just...can't sleep at night, take it out...to play, to play?"
Li Huanhan raised his eyebrows: "Playing?"
Oops, it's getting darker and darker.
"Then why are you avoiding me?" Li Huanhan leaned over to kiss him, seeing that Jiang Yinghe didn't strongly refuse or avoid him, he kissed his brow lightly, his voice became hoarse. "Disciple can help you."
"I don't need your help." Jiang Yinghe stepped back another inch, with a broken face and a cold face, "I don't like you, so naturally I want to avoid you."
Li Huanhan's movements froze, his breath suddenly became chaotic, as if he had been stabbed into his flesh and blood by these words, his nerves were tense, and it took him a long time to let out a breath, and said in an unpredictable way: "Then why didn't Master stop playing. "
… What does it mean
"The disciple wants to see the teacher
Honor, play by yourself. "Li Huanhan said, "You want to play with me, okay?" "
Jiang Yinghe was completely stunned, he couldn't help imagining the scene of the wheel pressing his face in his mind, he felt as if a roller coaster was passing by in front of him. And the person in front of him still said it as it should be... Most importantly, he didn't find this scene uncomfortable.
It's over, the world is not straight.
I don't know whether to save my inclination to bend into a paper clip first, or to save myself from being watched...
Jiang Yinghe took a deep breath, and said, "I don't want to show it to you, Li Huanhan, please let me know enough."
Those blood-red eyes stared at him deeply, his emotions were hard to read. After about two or three breaths, Li Huanhan suddenly said: "If the master reacts when he thinks of me, the disciple will loosen this ring."
Jiang Yinghe choked speechlessly, was very tempted, and then stubbornly refused: "...Although the conditions are very attractive, but I have no desires, in fact, it doesn't hinder..."
"Of the way."
Jiang Yinghe: "... what?"
The other party didn't continue talking, but raised his hand and wrapped his soft rabbit ears in his hair.
Jiang Yinghe trembled all over, staring at the opponent's hand, watching the hand that he personally put on the ring move down to touch the tail behind him, he raised his foot to step on Li Huanhan's wrist, and let out a deep breath. With a trembling tone, he scolded: "...Li Huanhan, you bastard, can you do something in the world?"
Chains clank and clank.
He pressed Jiang Yinghe to the side of his cheek, and the other party touched his lips full of possessiveness but cautiously.
He heard Li Huanhan's voice in his ears, so close that it made people feel hot all over.
"Master, I will loosen the ring for you." The other party whispered, "I will help you solve this problem, can I?"
God knows what he said about this question, which question is it
Jiang Yinghe knew that this person had to be stroked along his fur in order to calm down his emotions. He sighed softly, leaning against Li Huanhan's shoulder, his voice softened.
"Stop playing, I'm really sleepy, don't torment me, be obedient."
His deception skills are exhausted here, and he has almost exhausted his entire education career.
After a long while, he heard Li Huanhan's voice nervously.
"...Okay." He said, "Listen to Master."
——
next morning.
When Jiang Yinghe woke up, Li Huanhan had already left.
He is of the Ice and Snow Dao Body, and he has long been bigu. Eating and drinking is only a hobby, and he often
It is usually the body that is running to expel impurities. Generally speaking, as long as there is no artificial stimulation, having too many things does not affect life.
There is no guard here, only him, and the bubbling pool of blood next to him. He used the incantation passed down by his senior brother to untie all the chains on his wrists and ankles, and studied the little silver ring for a long time, but this was the only one that didn't work.
no way.
Jiang Yinghe rearranged his clothes, explored to get out of the bedroom, and walked to the edge of the formation. Only when Li Huanhan was away, he vaguely felt the existence of the formation again.
He took a deep breath, collected all his knowledge of the formation, coupled with the guidance of the brother in charge and the entire Penglai library, and finally opened the formation that isolated the inside and outside without any danger.
After a long absence, Jiang Yinghe finally saw the scene outside again. He just wanted to take a deep breath of air, to feel the long-lost taste of freedom, when he saw half of the bloody hell, half of the human world and deep mountains in front of him.
He was stunned for a moment, then turned his head suddenly, and saw that there was no palace at all where he stepped out, as if it were just two ordinary tree branches in the deep mountains and old forests.
This is similar to the method of entering the Penglai School, but...
This place seems to be...the connection between the front and the back of the human world. If you walk a few more steps to the left, you can enter the Netherworld...it's really dark under the lights, and the most dangerous place is the safest place.
Jiang Yinghe originally thought that it was impossible for him to enter the Netherworld, but after a rough estimate, he felt that the Penglai School must be regarded by his other two apprentices at this moment. At this time, you must be calm and think long-term.
Jiang Yinghe hesitated in two places, vaguely inspired by Li Huanhan's idea of "darkness under the lamp". He thought that there are some little ghosts on the edge of the Netherworld. As long as there is a big gap in strength, these ghost cultivators will not be able to see that they are living people... Even if they overturn, they can only see that they are living monsters.
Double camouflage, sounds pretty good.
It's better to inquire about the details in the Netherworld, and then decide how to take the next step. Jiang Yinghe stroked the coat on his body, and turned the original simple snow-white robe into a tattered red dress exuding a ghostly aura. He was about to step into the Netherworld when he suddenly remembered something.
From the storage ring, he took out another magic weapon to conceal his breath and face, and put the blue-faced fangs devil mask on his face.
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