The implication is that he just wants to be molested again.

It's a pity that Cheng Qian didn't have that romantic bone. His left hand was full of sincerity, and his right hand held the romantic romance on paper, with a wooden stake in the middle.

The wooden stake didn't answer, but turned around and wrapped his arms around Yan Zhengming's waist, burying himself under his chest.

There was peace and silence in the stone mustard seed, and Cheng Qian's mind first flashed through the chaos outside, what "Oath of the Ten Directions", what "listen to the universe", what the right way and the magic way... Thousands of troubles were sorted out from his heart. He whizzed past in the queue, and was swept away by the terribly tired Cheng Qianyi's sleeve. He thought to himself, "Never mind, I want to sleep first."

Yan Zhengming's familiar smell was mixed with a little bitter medicinal fragrance, Cheng Qian nestled in his arms, his heart was so peaceful and clear, he couldn't help thinking of the absurd dream of three poles in the sun in Fuyao Villa.

When he grew up to be so old, the only couples he had ever seen were peasant and village women living together. Those mortals were short-lived and noisy all day long, and they could not see any special affection. In these years, Cheng Qian was either cultivating or retreating, or he was wandering along the world, and he didn't even have time to learn how to be ignorant.

Cheng Qian could only rely on himself, groping around like a headless fly.

Yan Zhengming was caught off guard by him on the first floor, his arms were immediately dangling to one side, and he froze for a moment with nowhere to focus. He found that Cheng Qian had no intention of letting go of him, so he asked amusingly and helplessly: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Qian turned his face slightly, half-opened his eyes in a daze, and there seemed to be a faint and tired smile in his eyes. He glanced at Yan Zhengming: "Senior brother..."

Yan Zhengming: "..."

He was taken away half of his soul by Cheng Qian's glance, and he couldn't help but hold his breath, but after waiting for a while, he couldn't wait for Cheng Qian to say a word, and when he looked at it again, Cheng Qian was silent on his own.

Fell asleep?

Only then did Yan Zhengming realize that he was a little excited, and he carefully put down his hands that had nowhere to put them, put one hand on Cheng Qian's waist, and wrapped the other hand over his hair that was scattered on his knees, muttering to himself. : "You scream and don't say anything, you are getting more and more presumptuous."

As soon as the words came out, Cheng Qian, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly opened his mouth, and he said very lightly but in no uncertain terms, "I don't know how to treat you well, but no matter what, I will never let you down. "

Yan Zhengming: "..."

When he heard this, he was dumbfounded for a while, and asked sleepwalkingly, "What did you say?"

It's enough to say important things once, Cheng Qian refused to speak any more, he wrapped his arms around him tightly, tilted his head slightly, this time he was really going to sleep.

But Yan Zhengming grabbed his shoulders reluctantly, chatting endlessly: "Tong Qian, what did you say just now, tell me again!"

Cheng Qian was abruptly woken up by him several times. He was so annoyed that he thought to himself, "Noisy is dead, so let's not let people stop."

But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't open his mouth. Cheng Qian was stunned to find that one day he wouldn't have the heart to scold him.

Cheng Qian then put a finger to his mouth, still closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a specious smile.

Yan Zhengming's eyes suddenly became hot, and he held his breath in his chest.

He was always suspecting that he did that because he had seen his inner demons, and he might not be sincere or really understand these things.

Even if it is sincere, if he delays his cultivation in the future, will he not regret it?

Until he heard this sentence, Yan Zhengming suddenly felt that even if one day Xiao Qian really annoyed him and hated him, holding this sentence would be enough to support him through his long career as a monk.

What's more, Cheng Qian never promises a lot of money, and there is no one in the world who knows it better than him.

The ten-square formation at the foot of Taiyin Mountain finally became a farce.

Tang Zhen's big gossip plate didn't even know what kind of magical object it was made of, and it didn't shatter until the ten-square array was broken.

The blood oath is still there, so according to the agreement, the current situation is that the magic cultivator loses.

It's a pity that no one cares about winning or losing for a while.

The three princes exploded and died, the bone formation was broken, and the monks who were relieved rushed forward and took down Xuan Huáng, who had been at a stalemate with Tang Zhen for a long time.

After the incident, the hated people looked at each other, not knowing where to start.

It was Tian Yan who used the ancient demon-removing seal to force the major sects to come here and fight against the demons. Although this battle was an anticlimactic, there were many masters who were trapped in the ten-square formation, and they were rebelled by Tian Yan in the middle. Set up a mix, buried the bone formation, the three kings tend to be lurking in various schools, and kill more people than those who died in the ten square formation. This is another blood debt that has nowhere to be recovered.

But... in the end, he broke the formation with his body, and the people who released everyone from the Bone Transformation Formation were still the people from Tianyan.

The love triangle is enough to make people stumped, let alone this triangular hatred.

The bottom of Taiyin Mountain was full of devastation, the corpses were collected, the wounds were healed, the Nine Sages were dead, and most of the demons were injured.

According to the agreement, Han Yuan should go to Beijing with Tianyan, but Tianyan basically has few people left in the fratricidal killing - Wu Changtian died, Xuan Huáng was hanged up by the major sects to ask for his guilt, and Liang traveled to the lost soul. After taking Wu Changtian's clothes and crown, the person has disappeared, leaving a group of small fish and shrimps, even if there is a blood oath, no one really dares to provoke him.

As a result, Han Yuan, the number one devil in the world, squatted at the door of Shijiazi in boredom, neither going in nor going far.

Li Yun came out of the stone mustard seeds and stared at him for a while with a somewhat complicated mood. His raised limbs were suspended in the air for a long time, and then he sighed down - he was a little dazed, but the person in front of him was no longer following him to dig out the bird's nest. That kid.

When Han Yuan heard the sound, he looked back at him and said nothing.

Li Yun: "What are you going to do?"

Han Yuan thought about it calmly, and asked slightly mockingly, "Is it okay to say it?"

Li Yun was speechless for a moment, and Han Yuan asked again, "Is Cheng Qian still alive?"

Li Yun: "...It's just that he has lost his strength, and he will be able to adjust his breath after a while."

Han Yuan sneered and said: "Really? I think that your head Yan was so anxious just now, as if your wife was about to give birth."

Li Yun: "..."

Han Yuan raised his head and glanced at the small courtyard made of stone mustard seeds.

It may be that there is nothing to say, or it may be that he is afraid of him.

Who made him say he was going to pump her bones?

Han Yuan seemed to be laughing at himself, but also sneered cynically. Feeling that he might be a little annoying here, he turned and walked towards the remnants of the ten-square formation.

However, Li Yun hesitated for a moment, then suddenly stopped him.

Li Yun seemed to have summoned a lot of courage as when he admitted that he was deliberately tricking Han Yuan into the back mountain by the side of the mountain, and just said: "You know that Fuyao Mountain is still closed because Master is in the palm of your hand. Are there three locks of heaven, earth and people on the door seal?"

Han Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at him indifferently, as if to say, "This is an internal matter of your sect, what does it have to do with me".

Li Yun looked at him fixedly, and said, "To open the lock, we need the true essence of the five of us—five people, including you."

When Han Yuan heard it, he was surprised at first, and then his face twitched slightly, as if he had been slapped by the person closest to him.

Li Yun lowered his voice and asked, "Xiaoyuan, is it really the secret realm of Sansheng that fell out of the sleeve of the third prince? What did you see inside?"

Han Yuan sneered: "Are you happy to see all of you dead?"

Li Yun heard the cold words that were like strangers, but didn't say a word for a while, but there was sadness on his face.

At this moment, the puddle on the stone mustard wall suddenly opened his mouth and said: "The Secret Realm of Sansheng is the way of heaven, and my Fuyao faction has only followed the way of humanity since ancient times, and those who are not in harmony, who believes who... who... uh, that, That what..."

The last word was obviously quite indecent, and the puddle didn't dare to say it, and he faltered in the past.

Whether it's the words in front or the rude words in the back, they don't sound like her tone. When Han Yuan heard it, he raised his mouth slightly: "Tell Sect Master Yan for me and take care of his own business."

After speaking, he took a few steps, suddenly stopped, and changed his body in a blink of an eye.

This Han Yuan even turned his head and smiled at Li Yun, then took out a slap-sized scale from his arms and said, "Second Senior Brother, please pass this to Senior Senior Brother."

Li Yun stretched out his hand to take the dragon scale that flew towards him. The dragon scale seemed to be stained with ink, and there was a slight light in the sun. Putting his hand on it, he could feel the faintly flowing real essence inside.

After Han Yuan finished speaking, he strode up to the high platform of the ten-square formation, and sat down cross-legged as if there was no one else around, as if he was provoking the whole world by himself - I am here, what can you do to me?

Li Yun held the black dragon scale in his hand and looked at it for a while, then he waved to the puddle and said, "Send it to the sect master."

The puddle asked curiously, "Why don't you go?"

Li Yun unreasonably stuffed the black dragon scales into her, and said with a stern face: "Come on, can the senior brother still help you?"

Inexplicably, the puddle picked up the black dragon scale, turned in the stone mustard, and rushed in.

Who would have thought that she saw something she shouldn't have seen as soon as she entered - Cheng Qian was lying on the lap of the senior brother without any money, and his body was either bloodstained or stained, and there were burnt spots, and others washed their hands less often. The eldest brother, who had been screaming for a long time, bent down without any hesitation and kissed him on the forehead.