After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The eyes of the Moyin Zhenxin Formation were broken, and the remaining power was insignificant. Under the guidance of Lin Chushu, the disciples of Mo Xingsi woke up one after another.

The dream made them see the most feared thing in their hearts, and everyone's faces were quite ugly because of this, only Qiu Shengmiao showed a dazed face, and even vaguely had something to say.

He pressed his sore forehead and stood up.

Looking back, not far away, Zhou Changming was stroking his neck, with blood on his lips, and he was staring in the direction of Lin Chushu.

The aura lingering between the two is completely different from that before his coma, especially Zhou Changming's eyes full of deep meaning, which seem to contain great pain and sadness.

What happened between these two men?

He couldn't help but want to ask, but at this moment, the man suddenly swayed and fell down.

"Hey, be careful..."

Qiu Shengmiao was startled, and was about to rush forward in one stride.

But he fell asleep for too long, his spiritual power was blocked, his legs and feet were weak, and he fell on his stomach first.

Fortunately, someone beside him immediately helped him up:

"Brother, be careful."

"Thank you very much."

He smiled awkwardly, embarrassed by the fact that he had once again lost face in front of Jiang Yuzhuo.

When he looked at Zhou Changming again, he found that his master had already swept over him at some point, and picked him up horizontally.

"This... Master, is he alright?" Qiu Sheng looked at Lin Chushu anxiously, seeing his eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, and hurriedly caught Zhou Changming's wrist.

After all, he is a medical practitioner, and the mild water-type spiritual power has a certain healing effect on any type of injury.

After being transported with spiritual power, Zhou Changming's pale complexion finally recovered a bit, and blood no longer gushed from the corner of his mouth.

"Throat and lungs were injured, qi and blood were depleted, and the sea of ​​consciousness was also very turbulent,"

Qiu Shengmiao murmured, "Is he really just having a dream, or..."

Lin Chushu lowered his eyes to hide the pain in his eyes.

He didn't say much, he just raised his wrist close to the corner of Zhou Changming's pale mouth, and cut a wound with his spiritual power.

With the blood gurgling in his mouth, Zhou Changming resisted at first, but he could only swallow it with difficulty when he pressed his lips against his teeth half-forcibly.

"Master, you are..."

Qiu Sheng was dumbfounded. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that Lin Chushu would do such a wicked thing.

After all, blood cultivators are low-level evil spirits, and the master is so glorious, how could he...

"Senior Brother, don't think too much, Master is feeding him blood just to save Young Master Zhou."

Jiang Yuzhuo took a step forward and patted him on the shoulder:

"If the gap between the two parties in the spiritual contract is too large, they will form attachments. In the short term, Mr. Zhou's injuries can only be recovered by relying on the spirit master's blood essence."

"Oh……"

Qiu Shengmiao suddenly realized that he wanted to give Zhou Changming his pulse, but when he met Lin Chushu's cold eyes, he subconsciously gave up the idea.

Is it his illusion... Master respects him, it seems that he doesn't want to stay here by himself?

Fortunately, Jiang Yuzhuo reacted quickly enough, and grabbed his wrist: "Master, this disciple will go to confirm the personnel and material situation with senior brother first, and set off to return to Chaoyin Pavilion as soon as possible."

Before Lin Chushu could respond, he saluted in a hurry and dragged Qiu Shengmiao to the side.

At this time, Zhou Changming struggled slightly in his arms, and Lin Chushu realized that he could no longer bear more blood, and immediately sealed the wound.

His fingers unconsciously clutched Lin Chushu's collar, his brows were frowning tightly, and his expression was painful.

For some unknown reason, Lin Chushu stretched out his finger between his brows, and patiently smoothed out the turbulent energy in his sea of ​​consciousness one by one.

The fingertips slowly brushed over the delicate skin, from the tip of the furry eyebrows, across the bridge of the straight nose, and finally hanging on the edge of the light red lips.

Zhou Changming, who was no longer tormented by headaches, also relaxed, and instinctively felt that the embrace he was leaning on was comfortable and at ease.

He hummed contentedly, his soft hair brushed against the skirt of Lin Chushuxu's chest, and soon revealed a large area of ​​his strong muscles.

And what he himself was wearing was still the translucent red gauze dress, which was only a thin layer of material when it was close to the bare skirt.

Lin Chushu turned around and carried him onto the chariot.

The snow-white and soft red robes are intertwined, intimate and lingering.

Immortal cultivators have always had their five faculties clean, how have they ever seen such a scene, let alone one of them is the immortal who should not be approached by strangers?

All the disciples lowered their heads one after another, looked at their noses and hearts, and told themselves that they hadn't seen anything just now.

……

Although the devil's attack was strong, fortunately Lin Chushu shared most of the damage, and the other disciples were not obviously injured except for being a little dazed and weak.

Soon everyone set off again, and with the pass seal of Mingyufang, they traveled unimpeded in the demon world, and within half a day, they came to the junction with the mortal world.

In the broken wind chariot, Lin Chushu had already changed into another snow-colored gown, and sat cross-legged in the main seat.

It's just that his eyes fell on Zhou Changming who was not far away from time to time, especially when he glimpsed the obvious bruises on the snow-white neck, his eyes became darker.

The atmosphere in the carriage was slightly tense, and Qiu Shengmiao coughed lightly, trying to ease the atmosphere:

"By the way... Junior Brother, what did you see in the dream?"

"Probably from the experience of being besieged by ferocious beasts when I was young, and almost dying,"

Jiang Yuzhuo raised the corners of his mouth, "It's not happy anyway, how about you, Senior Brother?"

"I..."

Unexpectedly, he kicked the topic back so quickly, Qiu Shengmiao scratched his face, and could only tell the truth.

"I dreamed that I was a general who died in battle at a young age and let down my wife who was waiting for me back home."

"She refused to believe that I left, and insisted on finding the battlefield, but was humiliated by the enemy and died. She turned into a ghost and wept day and night by the Naihe Bridge."

He sighed helplessly:

"It is said in the classics that dreams are the projection of memories. If all this is true, I really feel guilty. If I can meet that reincarnated girl, I must make it up."

"How do you know that she will be reincarnated smoothly?"

Jiang Yuzhuo suddenly raised his voice for no reason,

"The fate of the previous life is gone, so what does it have to do with you in this life? What's more, the practice is the most taboo and distraction, how can these illusory things have side effects?"

"Oh, you know, how can I be the kind of monk with great ambitions? If I didn't worry about embarrassing the master, I wouldn't practice so hard."

Qiu Shengmiao was amused by his abnormal attitude: "It's you, why are you so excited?"

"I……"

Jiang Yuzhuo was momentarily at a loss for words.

As if the paper is crumpled and then unfolded, the fragile folds will be punctured with just one touch.

What exactly are you upset about?

"Hahaha, don't worry, no matter what, I will always be your senior brother, and you will naturally be the most important thing in everything."

Qiu Sheng Miao smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "As for this dream, I believe that everything has a chance, and if we encounter it in the future, we can just deal with it randomly."

The discussion between the two reached Lin Chushu's ears, which also aroused his thinking.

Dreamland is an activity of spiritual power, and the sea of ​​consciousness that stores spiritual power is closely guarded by the monk's spiritual consciousness, making it difficult for external forces to break in.

Even so, Zhou Changming's consciousness can come and go freely in his dreams, presumably because his spiritual consciousness trusts him.

But the self in the dream has not yet signed a spiritual contract with Zhou Changming, so it is absolutely impossible to accept him because of this.

What's more... Lin Chushu's eyelashes trembled slightly. Although the memory was blurred, he clearly remembered that the man held him tightly in his arms, and told him softly but firmly that he never left.

How... so similar?

From the sly eyes, the fingers curled subconsciously when lying, to the preference for sweets, the hesitant avoidance and dodge...

The scar on his heart suddenly felt sharp pain.

Lin Chushu's complexion paled slightly, whether it was the similarities between Zhou Changming and those people, or the inextricable connection with the Demon Heart Stone, they were all sharp knives hanging in his heart.

Send him to the dream of bliss, and cast him into the abyss of a thousand kalpas.

Inadvertently, the changing scenery outside the window was quietly replaced by a hazy light and shadow, and the broken wind chariot slowly stopped at the edge of the two worlds.

The bumping of the vehicle woke up the drowsy Zhou Changming. He opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Lin Chushu stretching out his hand towards him:

"The border between the two worlds has arrived, get out of the car with me."

His hands are white and slender, with well-proportioned joints, and his tone of voice can be called soft.

The scene of almost suffocation flashed before Zhou Changming's eyes, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

"I... I can go by myself."

He pursed his lips and flinched back.

Lin Chushu watched him struggling to get up, leaning on the wall and getting out of the carriage. He didn't say much, but followed behind silently.

Leaving the broken wind chariot outside the barrier, everyone gathered their spiritual power and stepped into the halo one by one.

Zhou Changming was carried forward by the crowd, he didn't pay attention for a while, and staggered and fell into the barrier.

The boundary between the mortal world and the demon world is formed by the intersection of spiritual power and demonic energy, in which energy is abundant, but there is no air.

He felt unable to breathe the moment he entered, but luckily his movement was not hindered, so he hastily quickened his pace and followed behind the disciples in front of him.

But Zhou Changming's body hadn't recovered yet, and his footsteps couldn't be compared with other people's. It didn't take long before he felt a tight pain in his chest, and his eyes darkened for a while.

So boring, so uncomfortable...

His footsteps were as heavy as lead, his vision became more and more blurred, and he felt that his body was gradually losing balance, but he was powerless to stop it.

The moment he collapsed, suddenly a pair of arms firmly caught him.

The snow-colored wide sleeves floated like clouds, and the picturesque face suddenly approached, and before there was any time to react, the cool and soft touch came up.

Zhou Changming's pupils shrank.

Lin Chushu bit his lips.

The author has something to say: Hehehe, where is the head-pressing team~ Kiss has appeared (and I'm ahead of schedule again, I want to ask for a compliment!)

Shushu is getting closer to the truth in his heart. Is this a sign of him taking the initiative to attack?How should Xiao Changming respond?

Welcome everyone to brainstorm~

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