Will You Die if You Don’t Pretend to be Forced?

Jiang Yuyan was also a little dazed by her friend's sudden outbreak, and a conclusion suddenly appeared in her heart:

——No wonder this mentality is classified as the category of magic cultivation.

When she was thinking like this, Yan Rong turned to look at her, her dark eyes were as indifferent as before, but she kept staring at her, as if she didn't want to miss any of her expressions.

She seemed to be afraid, afraid that Jiang Yuyan would mind her acting so carelessly.

So Jiang Yuyan smiled at her, and said: "Yan Rong is so terrible, I am so scared that I dare not provoke you anymore."

Unexpectedly, Yan Rong walked to her slowly, her eyes narrowed, her gaze walked inch by inch over Jiang Yuyan's increasingly coquettish face, sliding from the peach-shaped eye pupils to the wings of her nose, and then to her full lips. The line, finally fixed on the extremely white jaw, after a long time, said: "You can mess with it, it's okay."

Jiang Yuyan: "..." What happened to the sudden rapid heartbeat?

Perceiving a sudden rise in the temperature in the air, the woman leaned back a little without a trace, the smile on her face was not leaking, the corners of her lips were slightly widened, and she smiled: "Really? That's good for me? Then I am Very moved."

Yan Rong's eyes darkened, his gaze lifted, and she met her smiling eyes. After a while, she turned around without saying a word, and walked to the front again to lead the way.

Jiang Yuyan frowned insignificantly. She didn't understand the look in her eyes just now, but she always felt weird to ask, so she tried to put the question behind her.

But their trip was not smooth.

Because this time I went to the Fallen Cave of a Forerunner of Demon Cultivation. To be precise, this Demon Cultivator cannot be called a great power-because he has not been able to ascend, but he has experienced nine trials of crossing the catastrophe. , Is the monk who has crossed the calamity the most times in the Great Wasteland at present.

As we all know, every time a monk crosses the calamity, the difficulty is inevitably greater than the previous one, and the number of ninety-nine is the highest number. Basically, the first eight times, but the ninth time is bound to be a dead end.

This demon cultivator was not the case, because the first time he was affected by the enemy, he tempered his soul and body in each subsequent crossing, and it became stronger every time, even during the ninth crossing. Jie Lei led to the surroundings of the enemy's cave mansion-

Cut the enemy to death_(:з」∠)_

It can be said to be a big legend in the Great Desolate Realm Demon Cultivation.

But the more levels she passed, the more Jiang Yuyan felt that it wasn't right... She was about to turn her head to pull Yan Rong next to her, but as soon as she turned her head, there was no small partner next to her.

This scared her enough, but quickly settled down—it was an illusion.

This illusion is indeed a bit tricky for her... If it wasn't for Yan Rong who didn't know how to enter the illusion where she was in the end, she estimated it would take a long time to solve it.

In the illusion, the longer you stay, the more dangerous it is.

At first she didn't believe that Yan Rong appeared to be true, but after hearing her suspicion that time, the cold woman dressed in black looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly came to her in the next moment. He leaned over and put a kiss on her lips, then raised his head and looked at her again: "What about now?"

Jiang Yuyan:...

Staring blankly at the cold little partner for a long time, he shook his head seriously: "Now I'm more dizzy."

A slight curve appeared on Yan Rong's lips. He looked at her, and after a while, he opened his lips and said: "When we first met, you told me,'Thank you for your help, Miss Fairy...'"

"Stop! Stop talking about such shameful things! I believe it!" Jiang Yuyan stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, but Yan Rong stepped back and reached out and grabbed her wrist in mid-air. He pulled the person into his arms and hugged him, and when Jiang Yuyan wanted to avoid it, he whispered:

"Fortunately, you are fine."

Jiang Yuyan blinked, not knowing how to react to her sudden intimacy. Although the two of them have come out together so many times, and even spend the night in the wild, they do not have much physical contact—

"I... of course it's okay, do you look down on my strength by saying that? Huh?" In the end, only one answer could be thought of.

Feeling that the person in front of him did not relax at all holding his strength, Jiang Yuyan couldn't help but want to raise her hand to push her-she was obviously a restless person, but she was too innocent in emotional matters, let Yan Rong found it very interesting.

"You, can you let me go?"

"I didn't look down on you, it's just..." Yan Rong let go of her restraint as she wished, looked down at her, and added in a low voice:

"Even if I know you are great, I will worry about you."

Jiang Yuyan almost collapsed in her heart.

Of course, the woman who recalled this paragraph also collapsed. She finally knew why she was easily taken down by Yan Rong. This straight shot... made her face blushing after all the battles now.

Then she felt that she couldn't help but gritted her teeth, before Yan Rong would say something so bluntly, now!

Love words? there is none left! It's all turned into a disagreement in bed chat! [Manual bye bye.jpg]

And that awkwardly depressed look! Is this a person?

After a long while, she comforted herself: It doesn't matter, I am not the hot one I used to be, now I... I don't seem to overwhelm the boss a few times now?

The more, the more I think, the more angry!

During the visit to the cave, Yan Rong finally got a practice technique and a strange musical instrument that looked like a xun.

"Does magic repair work?" Jiang Yuyan, who didn't know much about musical instruments, was spinning around the strangely shaped bone fragment. When she wanted to explore the divine sense, the woman in black raised her hand and put the thing in her sleeve. .

To Shang Jiang Yuyan's accusing eyes, the woman faintly explained: "It's not a magician, the technique is insidious, it damages your spiritual consciousness, don't look at it."

"How did you know?" Jiang Yuyan grabbed the point in an instant, stared at her cold phoenix eyes with those nice peach eyes, pouted and asked.

Yan Rong moved his gaze to the side slightly, took a breath, and then met her eyes again, and pretended to explain nonchalantly: "I promised to do him a favor. This is what he gave me in return."

What the hell...?

What kind of person did this deal with to give this kind of return?

The woman's face changed, she was about to reach out to touch the black xun, and in the next second even this was taken back by Yan Rong.

"Let's go, go back." Ignoring her expression, the woman in black took a step forward, and stood at the entrance of the cave mansion the next moment, looking back at her from a distance.

The outside light passed through the transparent barrier and fell on her face, but it couldn't warm her thin expression. However, when she looked into the room, the long and narrow phoenix eyes were clearly engraved with warmth.

The beautiful girl was carrying a silver scabbard, grinding her back teeth and looking at her. For a while, she remembered her serious exercises, and she couldn’t tell a demon cultivator what kind of exercises are dangerous-- Because they must have studied more than themselves, after a long time, they can only swallow sullenly.

The sights of the younger sisters from the other branch pavilions turned around between them, looking thoughtful.

When Jiang Yuyan returned to Lingbing Pavilion, she found that her younger brother had left the customs, she went up and circled him with some surprises: "Wow, Su Lanlan, you are amazing, this is to make me stick your senior sister on the beach. I can’t even pull it off."

And she can only feel that Su Lan is stronger than before, but she doesn't know what period he is now.

Qing Young snorted, and in the next moment, the momentum of his whole body was mentioned, while Jiang Yuyan's hair was erected, and at a speed that she could not see around her, a few sharp sword auras were drawn in an instant.

Jiang Yuyan shuddered, moving his head tentatively, and the next few extra hairs on the front of her forehead fluttered down from her eyes---cut by sword energy.

She really didn't dare to move, even without blinking her eyes, she looked at Su Lan directly, with a dumbfounding expression on her face: "Why do you really want to be a big brother? Crush me, I will definitely give in to the second position of the division!"

The cold-faced young man didn't take her set at all, and said blankly: "I said it was going out to practice, but every time my cultivation level does not increase by half? I think you are just going to mess with that devil cultivator, right?"

What is a fool?

"Hi! Master doesn't care about me, you care about me? Su Lanlan, why are you so powerful?" If it weren't for this state of being controlled by others, Jiang Yuyan's current arrogant appearance could go to heaven.

"Well, I have an opinion---break my sword aura and raise it again." Su Lan nodded slightly, and the next moment she jumped, gently stepping on the light sword that appeared out of nowhere in the air, and her whole body shot into the air like a harrier eagle. The shape is raised in an instant, and the distance is raised in an instant, I don't know where to go.

"Hey! Su Lan, come back to me! How can you be like you! Hey—Brother Su Lan! Brother Su Lan..." Before the last word could be called out, Su Lan had disappeared from her sight.

The status of the teacher has plummeted. Since the master retreats and hit the Great Perfection of the Tribulation, Jiang Yuyan, who can even ride on her head, feels aggrieved in her heart.

Then she found desperately that two hours later, it was dark and her junior brother had not returned.

Is this determined to let her drink the rhythm of a day of cold wind at the gate of the branch pavilion hall?

Hi! Cry! What are you doing here? Enjuan righteous never forget it!

Jiang Yuyan can still say that she has little accomplishments in Ling Bingjue, but in the use of swordsmanship, she is definitely no better than the junior who has practiced basic swordsmanship against Yunxiao Pavilion's basic swordsmanship every day since she was five years old.

Destroy him...I don't know how much higher a guy's sword spirit is now, how easy is it to say?

Jiang Yuyan looked at the shady scene on the top of the mountains in the distance, and choked silently-don't ask why she dared not look up, because her bangs would be cut off.

The author has something to say: Oh, I feel that this chapter is sweet again. It's incredible, I'm really good.

The author who is obsessed with his own delusion and cannot extricate himself ↑

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