Chapter 58: The world of color control.

The sky was getting overcast, and heavy dark clouds came from the horizon, covering the setting sun like blood. The squally wind swept the trees, full of wind and rain, and it made people flustered.
Slowly, drops of rain hit the roof. The rain is getting stronger and it pours from the eaves to the ground. The sound of the rain made the room especially warm.
Lin Zhizhi woke up in this atmosphere.
The first feeling he felt after he became conscious was that it hurts. And the pain this time is different from the usual feeling of injury, but mixed with incomparable weakness, it seems to be a mortal.
The black-haired boy took a breath, bit his lip, and opened his eyes to see where he was. It was in a strange cabin while he was lying on the ground. He supported the ground with his hands and wanted to sit up, but the injuries around his body caused him to fall back again, frowning, and he couldn't help but moan.
He looked very embarrassed at the moment, his elegant clothes were covered with scars, especially his abdomen, stained with blood. The hair fell down, flowing messily into a river of ink. However, all of these did not damage his appearance, and even more conversely brought out the exquisite facial features of the young man. Due to the injury, his lips turned pale, and he looked a little sick, which made people want to hold him in his arms and whispered comfort. He is like a misty night pearl, illuminating the entire dark room.
This groan was very low, with the coolness and contradictions characteristic of a young man, and successfully broke the silent cabin in the rain. The young man sitting by the fire turned his head to look at Lin Zhizhi on the ground, and said without any emotion, "You are awake."
Lin Zhizhi's chest was up and down, lying on the ground, turning his head to look at the owner of the house.
Obviously he is not very old, he is in coarse linen clothes, but he has sword eyebrows, star eyes and handsome features. He was picking up useful branches from the firewood beside him, breaking them and putting them in the fire, so that the flames were neither too strong nor close to extinguishing.
"You saved me?"
The boy was noncommittal and did not answer him. He picked up the thick fire stick on the side and stabbed the branches in the fire to make the fire more vigorous.
"Thank you Xiongtai for saving me, dare to ask Xiongtai's name? I wonder if you can tell where this place is?" Lin Zhizhi slowly sat up without moving the wound on his abdomen, and the rough blanket covering him slipped down. He just tried to mobilize the aura in his body, but found an extremely tragic fact: I don't know if it was due to the teleportation array, or the injury was really so serious-he couldn't feel the aura in his body at all.
At this time, he was like a badly injured mortal, without the power to bind a chicken. The demon spirit and the system both suffered huge damage in the intense spatial transmission, and both fell into a deep sleep.
This discovery made him a little alarmed.
"Fu Qicun."
The boy ignored his first question, said briefly, then turned his head and continued to stare at the fire intently.
Lin Zhizhi searched for a circle in his mind. There was no village by this name in his memory, so he wanted to expand the scope, hesitatingly asked: "Is there any iconic... location near here?"
"Yeshan, Linghancheng, Caoyuzong."
The other party reported three place names in one go, but Lin Zhizhi was forced to know none of them. He tentatively continued to expand: "A larger range...?"
The boy fell silent and gave three words cleanly and neatly: "I don't know."
Lin Zhizhi didn't give up, and wanted to get something out of the boy's mouth. Although the boy didn't seem to be very talkative, he couldn't bear Lin Zhizhi's good-looking (?), and he explained the general experience of finding him.
The young man went hunting on the nearby wild mountain every day. When he returned with a full load of prey, he ran into Lin Zhizhi who had fallen down the mountainside. At that time he was so angry that he was dripping with blood, and he looked as though he was about to die. The young man only glanced at him for the first time, and he was worried that he would cause trouble to his upper body, ready to take a detour.
However, Lin Zhizhi stretched out his hand and grabbed his ankle at that time, as if returning to the light, shocked him. He fainted again when he leaned down to take a closer look.
This young man lives alone, and although he has a strong sense of defense, he is not old after all. In addition, the sky was overcast, and there were beasts on the mountain. Unable to watch Lin Zhizhi stay there to die, he brought him back easily and found some cloth strips to bandage the wound on his abdomen.
After Lin Zhizhi heard the passing, he thanked him again, and the boy waved his hand indifferently. Seeing the other party's impatience, he was a little worried, and the other party would throw him out. Lin Zhizhi followed the other party's will and fell silent, calculating his current situation in his heart.
That desperate teleportation can save his life is really a unique chance, meeting this boy to rescue is simply a lucky one. Each transmission of the ancient teleportation array will cross a large distance, even if it crosses to another continent. What he has to do now is to restore his cultivation as much as possible, find out where he is, and notify the sect. As for the magic repair, the location of the ancient teleportation formation nowadays is not fixed every time, and it is impossible to catch it...
The surrounding area of ​​the fire looked warm and dry, causing the young master of the Lin family, who was far from the light and in the dark, to shiver unconsciously. His complexion became a little pale again, and he coughed.
He had never been so weak before, severely injured, and almost turned into a mortal, without spiritual power, even the Universe Ring could not be opened. The chain reaction of this kind of external injury is inner weakness.
The cold that could have withstood was magnified infinitely.
Lin Zhizhi hesitated and asked, "Can I go there?"
The young man hesitated for a while, and finally nodded under Lin Zhizhi's expectant gaze.
This house is not big, it is the most common wooden house in mortal villages, with only one bed. The distance between the fire and the window is usually only two or three steps. However, in Lin Zhizhi's state, he seemed to be exhausted even to get up.
The young man looked at him, but didn't get up to help. His narrow, sharp black eyes stared at Lin Zhizhi like eagle eyes, as if he was considering whether he was really injured.
If it is an ordinary person, 80% of them have died when they received such a serious injury. Only those who have extraordinary perseverance can survive this time, and like the person in front of them, they can still move... plus the clothes on his body
"Are you a cultivator?" The young man walked over, grabbing Lin Zhizhi's shoulder with one hand, and with amazing strength, he supported him on the haystack by the fire and sat down. He himself sat on the small stool on one side, looking at Lin Zhizhi.
The black-haired boy leaned his head against the wall wearily, and the fire made his fingers that were already close to numb feel the long-lost warmth. He watched the jumping fire for a while, and after a while, he let out a slow "grace".
The boy didn't urge him this time, but waited patiently for his answer, and he fell silent. After a long time, he said leisurely: "It's great."
There is no curiosity or fear that mortals have towards a cultivator, only envy.
The fire pulsed back and forth in his pupils, showing a golden and red color. He crossed his hands, covered his chin, and repeated: "It's great."
As if "cultivation" is some of his weakness.
Mortals are always curious and full of fear for cultivators. Looking at the appearance of this young man, it was obvious that he had been in contact with a cultivator before—in normal times, Lin Zhizhi might be interested to find out. But in the current state, he just heard it and didn't bother to make a perfunctory expression.
Fortunately, the other party didn't expect to get his response, and even after a second, he converged his expression and flashed a trace of regret, and immediately stood up.
His movement made Lin Zhizhi startled, his eyes turned away from the flames, watching the boy who had saved him walk aside and take off his coat. Wearing only one layer of shirt, he hung the patched coat on the chair, got on the only bed in the room, and lay down with his back facing Lin Zhizhi.
Lin Zhizhi noticed that even if it was sleeping, the other party was tight. A sharp knife was also placed by the pillow, ready to respond to sudden attacks at all times.
Is this... shy?
Young Master Lin tilted his head, looked back at the fire, stretched out his fingers, and closed his eyes by the fire, and his sleepiness rolled over. Without spiritual support, the boy would soon fall asleep irresistibly.
The rain was pouring outside the window, but the room was warm and quiet.
One night's time, quickly passed by.
In the early morning, Lin Zhizhi was awakened by the sound of the house owner getting up. He moved, and found that after sitting and sleeping all night, his whole body was as uncomfortable as a dog chewed. He tried to stand up, stretching his body in pain.
The boy who rescued him had already moved quickly to change into his clothes, ignoring Lin Zhizhi all the way, holding the machete next to his pillow and preparing to go out. At the moment he opened the door, he turned his head back and dropped a sentence: "The bun is on the table, you can wear my clothes." Then he walked out.
Looks very aloof, but in fact he has a very good heart.
Apart from steamed buns and clothes, there was a small bottle of worn-out wound medicine on the table.
Taking advantage of no one in the room, Lin Zhizhi simply took off his clothes and planned to check the wounds all over his body. His body is beautiful, not inferior to his appearance, even better. Neither too thin, but also has flexible abdominal muscles, but those wounds destroy the beauty of this body.
Some parts of the Jianzong school uniform on his body had been stained with blood on the wound. Lin Zhizhi thought for a while, first went to the basin in the corner of the house and scooped some water, tearing open the clothes forcefully, washing the wound with this little water, and then applying it. vulnerary. The biggest wound on his abdomen had been treated by the teenager yesterday, and he did not move it because it was tied up.
The young master of the Lin family was born into a family since he was a child, and the journey went smoothly. Except this time, so far, the biggest pain he suffered was still in the secret realm-at that time he still had a cultivation base, and his spiritual energy was protecting the wound, but the pain was not obvious. It's just that this time is equivalent to completely degenerating into a mortal, let him really bandage like this, he can not do it.
He knows how to bandage, in fact, it just makes a few turns, which is far less proficient than this young man.
Lin Zhizhi washed his face with clean water again, changed into the commoner on the table, put up his long hair, another handsome young man. The cold last night made him a little eager for the sun. He moved a chair and placed it at the door. He sat in it, clutching his abdomen, and basking in the sun lazily while trying to sense the aura in the air.
The most common and patchy burlap linen doesn't look cheap to wear on him. The young boy's eyebrows have their own fairy air, like a fairy who accidentally falls into the world, and is beautiful.
The sky was blue after the heavy rain, and the shining sun rose in the east. There was a waft of cooking smoke between the quiet villages, and the sound of words came.
It is the breath of the secular world.
The cultivation world and the secular world are two worlds, and most of the cultivators are superior, and will not be involved with secular people. Immortals are different. Although Lin Zhizhi liked to run into the secular world when he was young, he still has a superior mentality.
He respects the operation of the world, is curious about every life, but will not involve them.
However, this accident forced him to integrate into the village as a mortal.
An ordinary small village.
"boom--"
Just when Lin Zhizhi didn't feel the aura, but was exposed to the gentle sunlight, the sound of the knife cutting the air in the corner caught his attention.
Lin Zhizhi shifted his body and took a look, and saw that the young man was chopping wood with the sharp knife in the courtyard.
He took a straight horse stance, sweat dripped down his cheeks, slashing violently again and again, his expression serious as if he was practicing some peerless martial arts instead of cutting wood.
Lin Zhiyixiang believes that serious people are always worthy of respect. He touched his chin and thought, if he had a chance, he could introduce him to a sect-for the sake of saving himself.
"The wild species is chopping wood again!"
"Why are you still here? It's dirty!"
Suddenly a group of children ran from a distance, and their endless strife stopped in front of the fence, pointing at the teenager, mocking in disgust.
The young man looked dumb, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and continued to chop the firewood. He seemed to be used to these insults and ignored him.
"I scold you every day, I'm tired!"
"The wild species is shameless!"
"Huh-look, is that person from this wild breed family?" The children continued to scold the world. One of the little fat guys with two red faces on his face grabbed his companion's hand and pointed to the chair. Lin Zhizhi asked somewhat puzzledly.
The companion who was caught by him was stunned, obviously because he didn’t understand Lin Zhizhi’s identity: "I haven’t seen him, but he must be a bad guy at the door of YeZhong’s house! Haven’t you heard from your mother, stay away from the wild? Kind of, everyone who is with him will go bad! Even he scolds!"
The little fat man was a little entangled: "But... but he looks good! My mother also said that good-looking people are not bad guys!"
#力量颜控#
#This face-seeing world! #
"This...this also makes some sense. My father has always asked me to please a nice daughter-in-law..." The companion wiped his nose, and Lin Zhizhi's attention was all sucked away, and he had no time to take care of the boy.
Lin Zhizhi, who has been listening to them: "..."
You say that to me, I can hear you! A bunch of rascals!
He rolled up his sleeves angrily and waved at the little fat man who was still a little eye-catching.
The little fat man looked around, made an exaggerated mouth shape, and pointed at himself: "Are you calling me?"
Lin Zhizhi nodded at him.
"He... he's calling me, is he a monster? A vixen or something?" The little fat man felt that his legs were a bit soft, and said to his companion bitterly.
"This shouldn't be possible, the husband said that vixen generally can't come out during the day." The companion analyzed sternly.
The little fat man curled his neck, some dare not step forward. But the face of the other person is the best he has ever seen. According to my mother...should he be a good person?
He moved his small steps like a frightened little rabbit, getting closer to Lin Zhizhi little by little.
"Why do you call him wild species?" Lin Zhizhi asked with some doubts.
"My mother said it! His mother is from our village, and the village chief’s son liked her, but she never agreed. As a result, a foreigner came and healed that foreigner! He killed that one. My son and her best friend, only him and this house are left! From childhood to most of them, whoever gets close to him will disappear inexplicably-he is a broom star! You are so good-looking, you must not be with him Come live in my house!" The little fat man was fairly simple, plus Zhen Yankong, and said everything after asking Lin Zhizhi's sleeve.
Lin Zhizhi fell silent, and the sun shining through his skin, unlike a mortal. He stretched out his hand to hold down the fat body of Little Fatty, and banged his head hard: "Stop swearing."
The little fat man shook his fat body: "No, we are doing harm to the people. As long as he leaves, no one will disappear!"
"..."
God is special for the people.
Lin Zhizhi glanced at the boy from a distance. He should have heard them talking, but he was still indifferent, wiping sweat and chopping firewood blankly, repeating the same actions.
His indifference is not the same as Lin Zhizhi's usual indifference. He is like a wolf, arrogant and full of forbearance, with hatred. Day after day, grow up in insults.
The savior always feels weird to be bullied like this
The young Master Lin made up his mind and wanted to help.
#看，这才叫为民杀害#