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Chapter 31

"absurd."

Song Yuan looked at him calmly, until he got close enough, he only put one hand against the corner of the table behind him, and raised the other slightly, as if to block it.

It's not as good as the indifferent look with raised eyebrows and drawn swords back then.

The sun was just right, and the light came in from the carved flowers on the window, which could hardly cover the dark clothes of the demons, but it coincided with his state of mind at this time.

The dejected Xiao Jianxiu lowered his eyes and said calmly: "There is not much time. If you want to die, I have no other choice."

But Wu Yan felt that his heart was soft, and he felt relaxed and happy for a moment, and felt comfortable all over. He made an inch of progress and approached him again, and he lowered his head and smiled, "I am the most shameless, vile, cruel and violent demon, but why do you make a sound and a thought?" You worry about my life and death, Xiaodao Lord, you won't treat me..."

Song Yuan's expression remained the same, and he didn't answer the words, which made him feel that he was gagged, and looked happier.

Hearing the news, his heart surged when he thought about the soft appearance of the ruthless little Jianxiu who was kneaded by others, and even more lustful when he met him.

In the past, he had a deep desire to kill, but he only regarded Song Yuan as a gadget of righteousness that can be seen everywhere. Crushing the hard bones of integrity has always been a good pastime.

Who knows what the hell, just once someone cried on his shoulder, and he will never forget the flushed face and tears on his cheeks under the moon day and night.

Wu Yan thought about it, thinking that he was obsessed with the useless drops of warm water, so he put in more effort to oppress Song Yuan, making Song Yuan's already difficult journey even more difficult.

Later, when he was involved in Uncle Wang's usurping the throne, he was so overwhelmed that he couldn't get distracted for a while, he didn't want to get out, and found that everyone was dead.

How difficult and dangerous the Fourteen Buddha Kingdom is, the monks who talk about the Buddha, the dirty royal family, the poor and the poor, Song Yuan, under the deliberate pursuit, was broken and poisoned, all kinds of difficulties, but he is not living well of.

Whoever wanted to return Ning Qingzong, on the contrary, broke it within a few years.

But when he died, many things became clear.

If you die innocently, you will have no scruples in your dreams.

Wu Yan has seen him many times in dreams over the years, relaxed and vigilant, smiling and tearful, gradually becoming clear and vivid, from a distance to being within reach, he is not a righteous kind, he is evil Nasty, those gentle or glamorous Song Yuan, in his dreams, are often pressed under him, with disheveled clothes and red cheeks...

Now that the person is right in front of his eyes, it makes him even more shaken and restless.

"If you want to have both, little Daoist, it's not impossible, I have to ask you to do it yourself, follow me..."

It's too late to finish the dirty coercion.

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The sound of a sharp object sinking into the flesh.

Wu Yan lowered his head in a daze, a familiar short thorn pierced his chest.

The downtrodden sword cultivator who was being pressed every step of the way just now raised his index finger, the bright red star on his fingertips was dazzling, and the indifferent expression on his handsome face was even more dazzling.

"There are seven evil thorns in this set. They are different in length, short and thick, but one thing is the same. Tens of thousands of flat poisonous insects are scattered all over the thorns. One thought can overwhelm poison and kill, one time to bleed, and one time to listen to orders. Although it is impossible to recognize the master, it is indeed true. Good thing, back then you were only comparable to the late stage of Jindan, and you could already use it to control the lives of high-ranking monks, but now..."

Song Yuan glanced at his chest again. It was clear that his heart had been pierced, but not a single drop of blood spilled there. He smiled, showing a rare hint of cunning.

"How are you doing?"

"How about me?" Wu Yan took his eyes away from his chest, his expression was complicated for a moment, and soon turned into a malicious smile, "Unfortunately, even my life can only be changed one by one, you How to choose?"

Song Yuan looked out the window, without much hesitation, and said softly, "Ruan Chengxing."

He is not cultivated, and his five senses are not as clear as those of a monk. He does not know that there is someone outside the door, and he does not know that someone is holding his breath for this sentence.

Wu Yan's face turned paler, not because he was weak, but because he was angry.

"Why?"

Well-designed, but cheap others listen to good words, who would be happy?

"Because he was the only one who fell into your trap." Qiao Miao had only been out for a long time, and he was taken hostage to Taishang Peak so quickly.

He came with Wuyan just to ensure that Tianxinzong was not leaked.

Following the words and actions of the other party, this is confirmed.

Wu Yan was not annoyed at being exposed, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "You care about him, I thought if it weren't for those two idiots, you would never have gone through this." If it weren't for those so-called old friends who would never leave If he followed him all the time, he didn't have to make such a bad move, he could have kidnapped someone as early as when Song Yuan was changing clothes.

The people outside the door were even more silent.

Song Yuan didn't know what he was planning, sighed, and didn't look at him, but changed the subject: "You still use such an old trick, so I'm the one to blame for seeing it?"

"Seven years ago, you liked to pretend to be a good-hearted person passing by, a beautiful woman with a dagger in her sleeve, but now you are just a little fairy servant, what's the problem?"

What he said was just emotion, and he didn't know how to interpret this remark to Wu Yan.

"Unexpectedly, you still remember," Wu Yan stared at his face, and recalled with enthusiasm for a moment, "just now...you can repeat what I said back then, and remember what my objects are for."

Song Yuan was speechless for a moment.

If you are forced to choose dozens of times in a few years, I am afraid that all your dreams are the bundle of sinister and evil thorns.

However, Wu Yan became more and more aware of the beauty, and his smile deepened, and a thought suddenly came up: "Just now, how did you steal my things?"

"Is it the time I hugged you? Or did you touch me when I was close to you just now?"

What is touched by what?

Perhaps many things have happened in these years, and Song Yuan often finds it difficult for him to talk to these old acquaintances.

However, the more Wu Yan talked, the more excited he became, and Song Yuan couldn't understand his expression.

Song Yuan felt that the demons were very weird now, and he said with vigilance: "No, when Ling Sujian held your arm just now, this evil weapon should not be included in a magic weapon like a treasure bag, it must have been shrunk by force. Some." He never thought that the other party was so defenseless that he could easily steal it.

Having traveled to the Fourteen Buddha Kingdoms, he is not considered advanced in other things, but some heretics have improved a lot.

What he said couldn't be more normal, but Wu Yan squinted his beautiful eyes, looked him up again, and smiled inexplicably: "You are caring too." Really thought about it, who has such a bright mind?

Thinking about it carefully, Song Yuan could easily recognize him in that appearance, not to mention affection, even if he was deeply impressed, he could be regarded as the top one.

What are you thinking about?

Song Yuan really found it hard to understand him, when did this conversation become so irrelevant, he didn't want to procrastinate any longer, and said in a low voice: "Even if you change your life for another, please put the other side aside first." Let go, give back the life of my little junior brother."

After finishing speaking, he took a look at the short black thorn still piercing Wu Yan's chest, and threatened him.

Wu Yan laughed, proudly: "Why are you so anxious, please ask Song Daojun to ask me."

"You ask."

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, he was cut off by his emperor's younger brother who had never been right. Ning Qingzong took strict precautions against him. But at this time, he could only spare a quarter of an hour to talk with him. Hesitating, the tone was considered and considered, and then he asked in a casual and frivolous tone. He didn't know that his tail trembled slightly, and he completely lost the face of the flirtatious demons.

"If you are looking for a Taoist partner, the disciple of the righteous way will definitely want to have a capable wife to help you. If you seek the right way, it will be disadvantageous."

What kind of question is this?

Song Yuan was extremely confused: "What are you trying to say? What kind of Taoist partner? What kind of wife? What is the right way to seek?"

Up to now, he was still chatting and laughing in front of others, but he became so dull in front of himself, Wu Yan felt that he was over-pretentious, and sneered: "You think I don't know anything, I'm blind and deaf because I haven't entered the Middle Earth for a long time. ?”

"Everyone knows about your proclamation. Could it be that they made their own decisions and wanted to find a strong Taoist companion for you? Why, don't you know it at all?"

Song Yuan really didn't know, he was speechless in shock for a moment, it took him a long time to think clearly, and explained: "Perhaps the news is wrong, I really want to find a Taoist companion..."

"However," he frowned in embarrassment, hesitantly said slowly, "I'm looking for my lost Taoist companion."

Wu Yan didn't turn his mind clearly for a while, and repeated in a daze: "...the lost Taoist companion."

He looked at this handsome face that haunted his dreams, and all the seven years of dreams were shattered in his mind, and the fragments on the ground reflected the faces of the people in front of him.

"You mean," Wu Yan's voice was hoarse, while his expression was still lingering on a bit of confused anger, "you already have a Taoist companion?"

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The sun is so hot that I have no desire to write articles, everything is just the task of cp.

But I still like the way bad dogs get hit hard!

Unintentional wife, attack!