The Demon Lord has too many aliases

The ears of the person in his arms that should have been as white as jade looked even hotter. Yan Weilou lowered his head and looked at it silently, then looked at it again, and suddenly took a bite out of nowhere.

The body in his arms suddenly stiffened, and Yan Weilou heard an indistinct sound that seemed to escape from his throat.

It is different from the cold and indifferent feeling of the past, like ice and snow turning into spring water, warm and soft.

When the breeze blows by, Liandi will appear.

Yan Weilou was no less shocked than him. Unrecognizable complex emotions surged in his heart until Su Xinghan's voice woke him up.

"A-Ayan, you!" Su Xinghan, who finally reacted, raised his head and looked at Yan Weilou for a moment.

His eyes were brighter than the stars.

As Yan Weilou stared silently, there was a bit more uneasiness in his bright eyes: "What do you mean..." "What I mean? It's very simple..." In this gaze that was brighter than the stars, All the emotions in Yan Weilou's eyes quickly dissipated, and in the end only a light and gentle smile remained.

"——Stop it first.

"All the emotions that had been tumbling before had settled down. Yan Weilou looked at those eyes full of joy, and his mood suddenly became extremely calm.

He felt an unprecedented tenderness and peace in his heart, but this strange and strange emotion made him unable to face it directly for the time being.

Yan Weilou coughed lightly: "You give me a breath of origin energy, and this is my stamped IOU.

In this life, it will definitely return.

"Chapter 143 Journey to Heaven (13) Yan Weilou's loud words echoed in the sea of ​​fog, but his eyes turned away from Su Xinghan, with a rare and uncertain avoidance on his face.

In the past, he had always been free and unrestrained, as if he had no weaknesses, no flaws, and no ties. He could come and leave alone at any time, not even caring about life or death, and nothing could trouble him.

It was the first time that Xing Xinghan saw him so raw, clumsy, and close to an ordinary person.

It's as if the being on the altar took the initiative to step down from the mortal world, losing the light on his body and exposing his clumsiness in love. But this person seems more real, more touching, and more accessible.

Xu Xinghan's eyelashes trembled slightly and he looked at him for a moment, some long-repressed emotions surging in his dark and clear eyes.

When something he had been waiting for for so long finally happened, he felt a dreamlike and unreal feeling.

The sudden ecstasy and the unreal feeling of worrying about gains and losses broke out at the same time, making Xing Xinghan's mind turbulent. He forgot to answer for a while, but instead tried his best to suppress the turbulent emotions.

He was worried that if he couldn't restrain himself, Yan Weilou would find that he was not as bright and pure as he thought.

The more brilliant the starlight is, the more obscure the whirlpools and undercurrents behind it become.

Yan Weilou, who had always been good at observing words and emotions and sensing other people's emotions, seemed to have lost his previous sensitivity. In Su Xinghan's silent silence, his heartstrings tightened tightly and his eyes dimmed.

Just as he was about to say jokingly, "Forget it, it's just a joke," Yan Weilou paused when he touched Su Xinghan's eyes that were filled with cold mist and starlight.

These eyes were filled with all kinds of emotions that even he couldn't see, but they were always so bright, like a cat that clumsily stretched out its paws to beg the little fish king, and watched helplessly as the little fish king fell on its paws. Li, still couldn't believe it, his eyes widened blankly.

The strange anxiety in Yan Weilou's heart faded away and became soft.

So, he personally handed the Little Fish King to the kitten's mouth, and asked softly: "...You don't want to?" "...How could it be!" Su Xinghan was awakened by the gentle voice, and his eyelashes slowly He blinked and quickly denied, "It's all stamped, do you want to cheat?" "——Then it's settled.

" He looked up at Yan Weilou's smiling and gentle eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

The two completed their unspoken agreement in an instant.

But the next moment, Su Xinghan's forehead was poked by someone's finger, gently without any force, with a bit of intimate blame.

"You can't do this again next time. How can you pass your original energy to others casually?" Yan Weilou's voice contained a hint of dissatisfaction and warning.

He was gentle one second, and then turned serious and serious the next second, completely destroying the originally gentle and ambiguous atmosphere.

This steely man-like operation is really suffocating :).

"..." Su Xinghan was stunned.

After several breaths, she raised her eyelashes and looked at him, looking innocent and well-behaved, "...I won't do it next time.

" Yan Weilou glanced at him helplessly and shook his head.

He has made a good verbal promise now. If the situation is the same next time, I am afraid he will do it again.

Through the memories awakened in the dream, Yan Weilou can fully understand the preciousness of the original energy.

This is equivalent to the practitioner's original essence and blood. If one drop is consumed, it will take at least half a year to regenerate.

However, consuming the original essence and blood multiple times will also damage the foundation and affect the body.

From an energy point of view, the original energy of the spirit of heaven and earth is comparable to an ocean of spiritual energy compressed together.

Therefore, Xiu Xinghan only received a wisp of original energy into his body, but Yan Weilou's limbs and bones were full of power. The sea of ​​energy in his Dantian was filled with unprecedented energy, and there seemed to be a steady stream of spiritual energy flowing in his body.

Feeling the abundant strength in his body at this time, Yan Weilou took a step forward and looked at the vast army of obscure objects in front of him.

He stretched out his hand to stop Xing Xinghan back, and put one hand on the hilt of the sword: "You rest first, I will take care of it.

"Generally, he was killing towards the mighty unknown object, and the brilliant sword light burst out.

In the gray sea of ​​fog, layers of transparent Liandi continued to spread, and the cold and sharp murderous aura became more and more violent. Countless rays of sword light intertwined together, and it seemed as if a round of illusory haze suddenly rose above the sea of ​​fog. The bright moon shines brightly, and the pale moonlight shines out.

In this seemingly beautiful but cruel martial arts intention, large tracts of obscure objects were penetrated by the pale moonlight and shattered into dust.

And Yan Weilou's figure was also submerged by countless bones.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock.

Large and small wounds spread from Yan Weilou's shoulders to his calves, and blood spilled in mid-air.

But this serious injury not only failed to make him retreat even half a step, but instead aroused the ferocity and murderous intention in his bones.

The sword in his hand also became more and more cold and fierce. The light of the sword was like the wind of the Milky Way. Every move was filled with the ruthless determination of the great road. It was like the sky was about to fall and the earth was about to collapse. It felt like it was shattered. The great horror of it all.

This was the sword intention he understood from the previous sword mark.

boom! The bright moon collapsed and turned into countless rays of light pouring down.

I don’t know if it’s sword light or moonlight.

When the light dissipated, a large sea of ​​fog was split by the sword light, leaving only corpses and sword fragments lying on the ground.

Beyond the corpses and fragments of swords on the ground, a small town composed of gray-white rocks stood quietly in their sight, exuding an eternal atmosphere.

Yan Weilou sheathed his sword, and as soon as he landed, he was held down by Su Xinghan: "Heal your wounds first.

" Yan Weilou smiled helplessly, sat down on the spot, and assumed a training posture. The true energy in his body was circulating, and the true energy in the sea of ​​​​Qi in his Dantian immediately began to rotate. A steady stream of air flowed through the meridians, constantly treating the injuries in the body. Repairing damaged internal organs.

As for the stab wounds on the body, although they looked tragic, they were nothing in fact. Yan Weilou had experienced countless more brutal battles in the past, so just sprinkle some healing medicine on them.

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