brother of time travel

Minghui slept until the sun was three poles, and Minghui woke up leisurely.The pale face in the past was dyed with a faint blush, and the eyes were full of brilliance. He Yunqing noticed that this man was only wearing a white gown, and he was walking casually in front of him with bare legs. nothing.

"My lord, Ming Ze asks to see you."

Minghui responded in a low voice, turned around and said to He Yunqing: "Wait for me a while, I'll come as soon as I go."

Wait until Minghui meets Mingze.The next day Mingze looked at He Yunqing differently.He Yunqing noticed that the Nascent Soul Moxiu used to see him with his head held high and his nostrils facing the sky vertically, but now, he looked at He Yunqing with surprise and puzzlement, and even ordered the maid to bring a A blue luan feather.

The feather of Qingluan is indeed a priceless treasure for monks.

He Yunqing finally understood why Mingze was able to gain Minghui's trust, and it was definitely not because of his surname.According to Minghui, he has lived in this world for a long time, while Mingze is only a hundred years old. Although the two have the same surname, the blood relationship between them is probably very limited.

He Yunqing could see clearly how bad Minghui's attitude towards the human monks was.However, after he came back from Minghui, he was able to change his attitude immediately. Even treasures like the Qingluan Feather could be given up if he could.

"Cultivating?"

Minghui didn't know when he approached.

He Yunqing nodded.He spread his hands, revealing the feather Ming Ze sent over.

Minghui smiled slightly: "He is willing."

He Yunqing said: "If you give up, you will gain."

"Don't practice anymore, let's go out together for a while. Although the Demon Race market is not as lively as the Human Race, it has a different flavor." Minghui suggested, He Yunqing thought about it, and agreed.

The place where the demons live is not in the same space as this continent.Although the monks of the human race call them demon cultivators, they are actually descendants of the demon race in ancient times. The blood concentration of the demon race in their bodies is already very thin, and many people cannot practice. They are no different from ordinary human races.Compared with human monks, demon cultivators are more loose and wanton. They don't care about other people's opinions at all, and they don't care whether they have committed murder. Everything they do only follows their own heart.

Of course, most of the Demon Clan monks have extraordinary talents, and they can get twice the result with half the effort in cultivation. If it is not because of the small number of Demon Clans, it is still unclear whether this continent can maintain temporary peace.

At this moment, He Yunqing and Minghui were walking in the Mozu street market.In front of the street, there are girls with beautiful faces and first-class figures twisting their hot waists, showing their beauty to passers-by without any hesitation, and there are also many vendors selling medicinal materials and magic weapons in their hands.As a human race, He Yunqing appeared in the street market of the demon race, which naturally attracted the attention of many demon cultivators.However, the strength of Minghui beside him was really too strong, even though those people were ready to move, none of them dared to step forward.

And He Yunqing also felt the passion and unrestrainedness of the demon woman.

In just a quarter of an hour, his hands were filled with dark blue flowers, and several women even ran up to kiss He Yunqing's face, but were threatened by Minghui's cold face before hiding.

He Yunqing clearly felt that the temperature around her had dropped a lot.Holding a bunch of dark blue flowers, he turned his head and asked, "What kind of flower is this?"

Minghui didn't say anything.

He Yunqing asked again and again, but this person said bluntly: "Throw it away!" Seeing that He Yunqing was unmoved, Minghui simply did it himself. Due to the difference in rank, he snatched the flower from He Yunqing's hand and threw it into the green water across the street. in the river.

He Yunqing frowned: "What are you doing?"

Minghui smiled slightly, and at some point in his hand, a flower appeared, with blue petals and green stems, which was no different from the flowers given to him by those girls: "This is the love flower of the demons, because Each petal is like a crescent moon, so it is also called Blue Moon, the demon boy is not as shy and restrained as the human race, if we have someone we like, we will give him this flower. For you."

He Yunqing saw his extremely serious expression.Those eyes that were always full of teasing on weekdays were clear and scary at the moment, he stared at He Yunqing's face, until He Yunqing felt that his ears were getting hot and turned his head away, Minghui's eyes gradually moved away.

Along the way, both of them tactfully did not mention this topic.However, He Yunqing was constantly disturbed, even the Lingshi treasures sold in the market did not attract his attention at all.Just returning to that pavilion in such a daze, He Yunqing was about to open the door and enter when he heard Minghui's low voice:

"I'm serious. The bloodlines of you and me are compatible. The demons are serious about their feelings. If they identify a person, they will give their blood to that person. From then on, their lives will be linked together." He Yunqing, even if you want to refuse, you can't."

As his voice fell, the drop of blood on the back of the neck seemed to be feeling, heating and boiling, and He Yunqing could feel that his own blood seemed to resonate with the boiling drop of blood. Control, but a kind of pleasure from the heart.

The purple flowers in the hands have been crushed, and the purple sap dyed the palm of the hand, and there is a faint fragrance coming from it.

He Yunqing stood still: "So?"

He closed the door, set up a spiritual formation, and locked himself inside the door.

Outside the door, Minghui waved his fist angrily, and whispered dejectedly: "I'm really in a hurry."

According to Minghui's strength, he can naturally break into the spirit formation and force He Yunqing to face him, but He Yunqing can't stop him at all.

At this moment, He Yunqing was sitting on the soft chair, silently in a daze.Since crossing into this world, he has been confessed twice, one is a man's confession, and the other is a man.He didn't pay much attention to Yan Kuxin's confession, because in He Yunqing's eyes, he was just a child who didn't know much about the world, and the confession might just be impulsive.But Minghui is different, Minghui is a man who has lived for countless years and is physically and psychologically mature, and He Yunqing also admitted that he has such a good impression of Minghui in his heart.

After all, this person's blood had saved him several times.

But he never thought that the so-called blood essence would have such a miraculous side effect, and even Minghui connected the lives of the two without his consent.

He Yunqing thumped the table, feeling that she was extremely hypocritical.

No matter what, the essence of blood has saved his life. Without that drop of essence of blood, he would have died countless times.

He Yunqing thought about it, but still couldn't think of how to treat Minghui.After tossing and thinking all night, he woke up the next morning with black marks under his eyes, and he was sleepy and listless.

After washing up, He Yunqing yawned, closed his eyes and meditated.

But at this time, in the deep palace of the demon clan, Minghui sat alone on a chair, and asked casually: "Mingze, is he still there?"

A troubled look appeared on Mingze's face: "My lord, if you don't step up the treatment, that one will only have three years left."

Minghui's face was gloomy: "I blame me for being too arrogant back then, offending so many people, and owed so much debt. Let's go, follow me to see him."

In the opposite direction to the pavilion where He Yunqing lived, Minghui and Mingze walked against the wind, and they arrived at a simple courtyard after a while.There are two or three white flowers blooming sparsely in front of the courtyard. Push the door and enter, but the inside is another world.It seemed like an ordinary courtyard with only three rooms, but the two of them walked for half a quarter of an hour without entering the innermost part. If there were high-level monks here, they should be able to see that there are dozens of formations densely covered in this courtyard. Together, it can arouse the vigilance of the casters.

Minghui and Mingze walked for a while before reaching the innermost part of the courtyard.

The bricks and stones inside are all white jade, only a jade bed in the middle is faintly cold, if mana is not enough, you will get frostbite if you walk up to it.In the center of the jade bed lay a young man with long black hair and eyes closed tightly. The young man's complexion was extremely pale, his wrist was so thin that the veins protruded, and his fingers could be fully grasped with a light circle.There was no fluctuation of aura in this boy's body, but he was able to withstand the extremely cold and icy jade bed, which only made people feel weird.

Minghui looked at the figure of the young man in the jade bed, and sighed softly.

Fearing that he would recall those old things again, Mingze stood aside and advised in a low voice: "Don't panic, my lord, haven't you already found a remedy?"

The smile on the corner of Minghui's mouth became even more astringent.

Taking out a spiritual mirror from the storage ring, Ming Hui extracted a trace of spiritual energy and poured it into the mirror. After a while, a tall and majestic figure appeared on the opposite side of the mirror.Minghui called out: "Patriarch Xiao."

The man responded in a low voice and asked, "How is Lin'er?"

Minghui shook his head, and turned the side of the mirror to the jade bed, so that the person could clearly see the scene in the mirror.Thinking of how the only son became like this in order to save the demon lord, Patriarch Xiao's attitude towards Minghui was no longer as polite as it was at the beginning, he snorted twice and turned off the mirror.

Minghui sighed in a low voice: "Back then, the ancestors of the Xiao family sacrificed hundreds of years of cultivation to save my life, and now the only descendant of the Xiao family almost lost his life because of me. Could it be that I, Minghui, are destined to owe the Xiao family in this life?" Is it?"

Mingze said: "My lord, who can explain this kind of thing clearly, besides, this is not what the lord wanted at all, they obviously took the initiative..."

Minghui's complexion sank: "Mingze!"

Mingze shut up resentfully, and stood in a corner of the wall to reflect silently.

Minghui, on the other hand, began to repeat what he had been doing for the past two years.He pointed to the sides of the waist and abdomen of the person on the bed, and controlled the injection of spiritual power into the person's body. The speed was neither fast nor slow, and it was peaceful.If it is too fast, this person's fragile body will not be able to bear it at all. If it is too slow, the supply of spiritual power will be insufficient, and his vitality will be more likely to be disturbed.

During the past two years, on the first and fifteenth day of each month, Minghui spent almost all of his time in this seemingly ordinary but extraordinary courtyard.This is also why Minghui, who is naturally loose, has been able to stay in the demon clan for so long, and even when he sensed the danger around He Yunqing, he did not leave the demon clan for a single step.

The author has something to say: Today there is only one update o(*￣▽￣*)o, and it doesn’t seem to be very fat.