Chapter 68: Don't get hurt.

The so-called misfortune does not come singly. Lin Zhizhi hadn't been there for a while to worry about the sudden blackening of the future little apprentice(?), and another person who was upsetting him suddenly appeared in the room.
The man lay lazily on Lin Zhizhi's bed, turning sideways and looking thoughtfully at the black-haired teenager in a daze. This posture perfectly highlights the graceful curvature of his chin to the neck. The long burgundy hair is curled at the fingertips of the man, with an indescribable charm. His legs are so long that it is not enough to span the entire bed. He can only bend his knees aggrievedly.
Canglun's realm was too high, Lin Zhizhi didn't even notice when he first appeared. When he turned his head inadvertently and saw an extra person on his bed, the young Master Lin, who had always been calm and calm (and not), was taken aback.
Seeing that he was discovered, Cang Lun's lips had an unconcealable smile: "Meet again."
Except for special races, the demon world has always been the more top-level demon more humanoid. Therefore, Lord Demon Lord's appearance can truly be said to be the best in the Three Realms, beautiful and not weak. This smile is more like a poppy in full bloom, dangerous and deadly.
Lin Zhizhi was not very well, he jumped up from the chair and subconsciously moved away from the man: "When did you come?"
The man looked at him somewhat amused. He is like a small beast that has encountered a powerful enemy. Even if he knows he can't beat him, he has to open his eyes, stretch out his paw and scratch—Cang Lun can't help but want to tease him: "You said What?"
Accompanied by this ridiculous sentence, a powerful force field followed.
The pressure belonging to the venerable approached Lin Zhizhi little by little, approached slowly, and then oppressed--
Isn’t it a Demon Lord who can resist success? Can’t fall, can’t QAQ...
Lin Zhizhi kept circulating these words in his heart, the protective cover formed by the spiritual energy of his whole body had been broken like a bamboo, and he was completely relying on physical pressure to bear this coercion.
The pressure became stronger and stronger, Lin Zhizhi only felt the bones creaking. The golden body formed by the perfect foundation reluctantly contends with it-
Then the black-haired boy gritted his teeth. Facing the famous master of the demon world, there was a fierce excitement in his eyes instead, and his black eyes burned. Then the blue light flashed, and Wen Xianjian unsheathed, carrying the thunder light, and opened the aura protective cover on its own. That coercion instantly crushed his left shoulder! The moment the golden blood gushed out, that sword slashed straight towards Canglun.
Canglun was obviously attracted by him like this. The man slowly raised his hand and asked the fairy sword to stop in the air, thunderously trying to struggle, but still couldn't get out of the restraint.
Lin Zhizhi snorted, and the sharp pain in his left shoulder made him pale, just relying on willpower to support him.
The man came to him and raised his eyebrows a little displeased as he looked at his frail appearance. Then he bit his fingertips, and a drop of dark red blood floated in front of him.
The blood flow on the upper Dao lines is deep and difficult to understand-if it were not taken care of by Cang Lun himself, this drop of blood would elicit a vision when it appeared, and there was nothing to contain it except for the Wannian Xuanyu. People like Demon Venerable and Dao Venerable, whose cultivation base has healed, the blood in the body is like a micro-shadow of cultivation base, which can kill everything.
Master Mozun was a little far away, and the mystery of the Dao pattern in his blood was forcibly stripped.
Cang Lun's slender fingers pinched the boy's chin and forced him to raise his head. Lin Zhizhi was not timid at all, it was just that his eyes were misted from the severe pain-and the black after the mist was particularly bright.
"I really like how you look at me." The man approached him, and the good smell on his body also enveloped Lin Zhizhi. The distance between them was very close, until Lin Zhizhi remembered his last experience, and his hair stood up.
As if he noticed the abnormality of the black-haired boy, the man gave a low laugh. When he swept across the painful shoulder of the opponent with the corner of his eye, the little inaudible smile immediately dissipated.
Cang Lun suddenly relaxed the force of his restraint, Lin Zhizhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief--but then his eyes flashed, and the drop of blood in mid-air was swallowed by Lord Demon Venerable, and he kissed him eagerly. Wrap around.
The man put the drop of blood into the boy's throat with the tip of his tongue, licked the opponent's tongue, and raised his chin so that Lin Zhizhi had to swallow the drop of blood mixed with saliva.
Almost at the moment when the blood disappeared, Lin Zhizhi's left shoulder wound immediately returned to its original state. It's just that no one cares about this anymore-Cang Lun is very attentive when he kisses Lin Zhizhi. Beautiful white fingers are holding each other's face, eyes closed, pureness that no one has ever seen before, as if kissing a loved one.
It wasn't until Lin Zhizhi was held back that he could not breathe, and his struggling strength became stronger and stronger, that he had to let go of regret. After opening his eyes again, his little truthfulness has disappeared. The man jokingly wiped the body fluid left by the other party because of swallowing: "This is your punishment for hurting yourself. Next time remember, when you resist me, don't hurt yourself."
Lin Zhizhi turned his face sideways, avoiding Cang Lun's touch, and said angrily: "What do you want to do after following me like this?"
Canglun thought for a while: "Fuck you?"
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
"Just kidding." The man stood up, Xuan Yi Yi Jiao circled in front of Lin Zhizhi's eyes, and then lay down on the bed.
Wen Xianjian, who was still alone in the air, suddenly lost his confinement, and quickly ran back into his master's arms tremblingly. Lin Zhizhi took back the questioning fairy sword and put it in the universe ring - Lin Zhizhi had no way to deal with Lord Demon. You can't beat and beat, and you can't run away. If you really resist, the opponent can kill him with one hand! He is not afraid of death, but the problem is that just dying like this has no meaning at all-he is distressed. He only listens to the man on the bed lazily mentioning another topic: "Do you like Yaxuan?"
Lin Zhizhi: "...what did you say?"
"That kid really likes you." Cang Lun leaned against the head of the bed, and pulled Lin Zhizhi's quilt over him. The expression seemed to continue casually, "He is very sad now, won't you comfort him?"
"..." Lin Zhizhi didn't want to look at him at all, so he just sat on the ground, closed his eyes and rested, to see when Canglun would leave.
"That's right, what qualifications do unrequited love have to ask you to take care of his mood. Then you don't like him? Do you have someone you like?"
Lin Zhiyi didn't really want to talk at first, but Cang Lun asked more and more, asking questions like a donkey running with his hoofs unscrupulous. The black-haired boy opened his eyes unbearably: "What do you care about my business? Are you not the devil? Now the battle in the human world is tense, you don't want to see it? What is special about me, do you want to treat me like this? "
Canglun looked half asleep. The light came in playfully from the window, casting a mottled shadow on the man's face, beautiful and quiet: "You guessed the reason?"
Lin Zhizhi said that he was powerless to answer Tai Chi.
Demon Lord refused to say, can he still force it?
The affection degree system can't reveal the key information-Canglun's affection degree is like this: [The affection degree index is 30, and the attitude is interest. 】
Yes, this guy’s favorability is beyond ordinary people with a small asterisk = Mi =! Lin Zhizhi didn't understand what this meant, and only planned to call out the system to ask questions after Cang Lun left.
Seeing that Lin Zhizhi refused to speak, Cang Lun put forward a few hypotheses that would break through the sky, such as "People of your age will probably" one by one dirty ears-until the young Master Lin finally responded positively to Ya Xuan's thoughts: "He has not come into contact with many people, it's just that his feelings have been mixed up, and he will figure it out if he calms down alone."
The devil greatly sneered at Lin Zhizhi's thoughts: "Why do you always want to escape?"
Who escaped? Isn't this normal thinking?
Lin Zhizhi thought.
The man's eyes were deep, his mighty spiritual power became a net, he dragged Lin Zhizhi to the bed and turned over to press him, pressing one hand on the black-haired boy's heart. I don't know if it is Lin Zhizhi's illusion, the voice rarely brings some cold anger: "Don't you feel that you lack a little feeling?"
Lack of affection?
Lin Zhizhi slammed into the dark red eyes of the opponent, sneered, and collapsed backwards.
For such an innocent Sao Nian who wanted to go to see my little sister next door since he was a child, and because of this, Lin Zhizhi really didn't feel that he lacked feelings, he even felt that he was a little too emotional! I believe his old man who hates iron but not steel thinks so too.
Cang Lun's powerful knees squeezed the thighs of the person under him, against his crotch, his fingers ran over his chest inch by inch, and finally stopped on the heart, and asked softly, "Have you ever loved anyone? "
Lin Zhizhi felt that the man's palm was pressed tightly against his heart, and he could end his life as long as he spit out his spiritual power--this had nothing to do with willpower, he almost shuddered subconsciously.
"It looks like it's gone." Cang Lun just attached to Lin Zhizhi, covering the boy's eyes with his hand, and kissing his forehead. "Would you like to make a deal with me?"
"What deal?"
"You want to be strong. I'll help you be strong, and you are responsible for satisfying me." The man ignored the touch of the boy's eyelashes rubbing his palm, and smiled and retracted his hand.
His voice was bewitching and beautiful, just like the whispers of a demon under the abyss, which made people unable to help themselves.
Lin Zhizhi's eyes stopped for a moment, and he quickly recovered: "I don't need your help."
"You will need it." Cang Lun blinked-this somewhat playful action was foul in him! "Let's double repair?"
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
"Double cultivation with me, you can solve your physique from time to time, and you can draw spiritual power from me, which will benefit you a lot --" Lord Mozun dragged his tone. He lifted off Lin Zhizhi's clothes and took a bite on his delicate collarbone, "As for me, I just want to see if these eyes are the same when you orgasm...bright."
Canglun's words are euphemistic. What is the problem of good? It simply provides Lin Zhizhi with a way to fly to the sky-who is Canglun? Needless to say, status and skill.
There are many classics of double cultivation in the demon world. If it is really the double cultivation in his mouth, then the weak must benefit. If Lin Zhizhi really doubled cultivation with him, then the improved skill might be able to break through the pill formation at one time-in the ordinary sect, the pill formation realm cultivator is already qualified to become an elder! Some monks died in the late stage of foundation building for their entire lives, unable to enter the threshold of the pill formation period.
Lin Zhizhi was a bit uncomfortable being bitten. He tried to push away the man's arm with some force, but he didn't expect it to be a real success. Canglun obviously didn't use his spiritual power. With some indulgence and pampering, he let the other party out of control: "Think about it."
"No need to think about it at all, I won't agree." Lin Zhizhi replied decisively.
"Let's wait and see." Cang Lun nodded and disappeared in place.
Lin Zhizhi understood what the other party meant-his charming physique had already happened once. After the second attack, who can save him again? Presumably when the time comes, you can ask him to yourself without having to do anything.
Presumably only before the next seizure of the physique, leave Biyunmen, mix in the so-called "Twelve Heavenly Clouds", and leave Canglun's sight-or the master can hear the news and come forward.
Lin Zhizhi touched the sucked mark on his collarbone, lowered his eyelashes, took out a healing medicine from Qiankun Ring and swallowed it. When it was restored to a new place, the spiritual sense was released blankly, and then he took out the things bought from the Lingyao Pavilion.
While browsing the "Basic Medicine Manual" at extremely fast speed, he talked to the system in his mind.
Lin Zhizhi first greeted him after waking up according to the usual practice. The system said that it didn’t matter to him, as long as the host gave a few more favorable impression points. It’s a pretty sturdy record, and it’s the key to its recovery. At the end, I also reminded me in a tactful way that good feelings return to good feelings, but don't go too far-the blackening value is a pretty scary thing.
Lin Zhizhi collapsed: "Please mention it!!"
System: "This is a good thing=v=."
Lin Zhizhi: "Let's not talk about this, I just want to ask the man just now-did you see it? Why is his display different from others?"
The system replied: "He is very special, I can't see through him. Sometimes he displays normal, sometimes it makes my data overlap... His value may not be correct, please pay more attention to the host."
Lin Zhizhi self-understood these words, the translation is as follows:
#珍爱生活，远魔尊#
Young Master Lin Family nodded, preparing to engrave this sentence on his forehead.
The system was either asleep or on the way to sleep. It was rare to wake up at this time (...), still a little excited, watching Lin Zhizhi earnestly learning medicine refining, simulating the basic techniques of the Yuntian Continent, jumping and jumping: "The host is big, you are refining medicine?"
Lin Zhizhi casually said with an "en": "You haven't seen it? When you were in the secret realm, the inheritance is there-speaking of your credit, you have a good impression."
"Oh oh oh, I remember... that time of goodwill gave me a lot of energy. Now the host's great medicine refining skills should be more powerful?"
"Why ask this suddenly?"
"At that time, the secret realm was forcibly torn apart, and the remaining consciousness was not enough for it to continue to support it. It is reasonable to donate the remaining energy to the person with the highest opinion at that time..."
The black-haired boy stopped his movements, thinking of his leaps and bounds: "It is indeed a qualitative leap."
Originally, Lin Zhizhi was still a little inexplicable, why the difference between his childhood and his current refining talent was so great-if the system hadn't taken the initiative to speak, he might have been kept in the dark. When it comes to cultivation, Young Master Lin’s family doesn’t take the initiative to ask the system for help—most of the time, he is groping forward on the path of cultivation alone.
He doesn't want others' ways to affect him. He wanted to embark on a brand-new way that truly belonged to him.
Lin Zhizhi spent the whole night to get acquainted with the ingredients of the elixir of the Yuntian Continent, and to refine the two types of elixir. During the rest of the alchemy, he didn't waste any time to meditate.
The outside manager doesn't bother him, and he doesn't get out of the room too much. Only one day later, Lin Zhizhi went to the Spirit Medicine Pavilion at the foot of the mountain, shot a few pills, and returned to retreat.
When he left the customs a month later, Lin Zhizhi had already returned to and surpassed his original cultivation base with the help of the best spirit stone and a large number of spirit pills, breaking through the middle stage of foundation construction.
During this period of time, Lin Zhizhi's life was very plain.
Ya Xuan did not take the initiative to come to him, perhaps because he wanted to open it-Lin Zhizhi thought optimistically.
Canglun was also missing, maybe someone in the Demon World usurped the throne and was killed-Lin Zhizhi thought more optimistically (...).
In contrast to Lin Zhizhi's place, Biyun Gate has been very lively recently.
The first is that one of the new disciples in this class has a very high talent, but he has just entered the fourth level of the Qi Refining Stage for more than a month, and has just entered the sword way. Such talents even attracted the attention of a famous powerful swordsman outside the clan, and he was full of praise.
The second is that an elder from Qingfengzong took his disciple to visit Biyunmen. Qing Fengzong is one of the twelve sects of Tianyun, ranking tenth. Although the strength has fallen severely in recent years, it is also listed as a holy sect after all, and its strength is far from comparable to small sects like Biyunmen.
At the moment, the head of Biyunmen treated each other with courtesy of distinguished guests and held a grand banquet—somewhat strangely, the crowd was always welcome. Among them, the elder's personal disciple Yan Lei, walked around every inch of Biyun Gate with enthusiasm.
Naturally, these gossip(?) Lin Zhizhi did not know. He practices daily without interacting with outsiders, and leads a purely ascetic life. In Lin Zhizhi’s plan, once his cultivation reached a certain level, he could use the channel of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion to gain his popularity as an alchemist...
But he didn't expect that before he went to find Qian Lao, this opportunity was given to him.
On a light rainy afternoon, the black-haired boy opened the door and prepared to go to the Xiuzhen Market below the mountain. Just when he came to the cliff on the mountainside, a familiar man [Yan Lei, favorability index 65, attitude was that I finally found you, but I didn't give up], and stopped him with a gratifying expression.
Yan Lei will always remember that day for many years to come.
The scenery around Biyunmen is beautiful, especially when it has been watered by rain, the entire mountain peak is full of lush greenery. In the valley of the Outer Gate where people are not frequent, the hazy mist is like silk on the waist of a fairy, enveloping the whole world.
And the boy standing on the edge of the mountain is more beautiful than these.
The green shirt is on the top, the rosy stance and the moon rhyme, and Zhuozhuo wins the spring and moon willow.
Then he turned his head, as if being disturbed, looked at Yan Lei with an unhappy expression.
If it wasn't for some reason, Yan Lei thought that the other party was the mountain spirit of this green valley.
"Wait a minute, this fellow Daoist, I...I..." Yan Lei was so invisible by a stranger—he was bathed in the other's sight, shouting in his heart not to look at me anymore. I am speechless! He bumped a few times in a row, "Do you remember what we saw? I was about to dig the entire Biyun Gate three feet in order to find you."
Lin Zhiyi's face is dumbfounded.JPG.
Seeing that Lin Zhizhi did not respond, Yan Lei continued to want to recall the other party's memories: "On the second floor of the Spirit Medicine Pavilion. At that time, my junior sister and I were evaluating the artifacts, when you came upstairs. Another time, in the market, I I follow behind you and want to call you, who knows that in a blink of an eye you are gone..."
There are still some grievances between the words.
Lin Zhizhi thought for a while, as if it happened once. He thought it was because there were too many pills, and he was stared at, so he used a small method to get the place away. Thinking of this, he asked directly: "What are you looking for me for?"
Have you even found Biyunmen?
Yan Lei stepped forward and saluted, and said in a serious tone: "I want to ask fellow daoists, whether those few highly integrated Pills of Pei Yuan came from fellow daoists?"
Lin Zhizhi smiled but didn't smile: "What about me, what about not me?"
"I have no ill intentions. I just want to give my fellow daoists a great opportunity. I don't know if I can find a place where no one can discuss it in detail?" As a big disciple, Yan Lei used to stir up troubles and sell his teammates cheeky. Why, the throat is a bit dry this time.
Lin Zhizhi thought for a while, and there was one hour left before the spirit beast noodles in the teahouse of the Xiuzhen bazaar sold out. After deducting the time on the road, he returned to the house: "Half an hour."
When Yan Lei followed him into the small black room and closed the door silently, Senior Brother Yan, who was always a girl killer, always felt that he had opened the door to a new world...