One inch loyalty

He listens to everything, how does he look like a man? "

Feiguang's voice has always been like a cold spring singing in a stream, or pearls falling on a jade plate. It sounds clear and cold, with a little less smoke and fire. Kee, you're all alone—"

Hearing it was so angry, Yu Yan's eyes turned sour, and he gradually withdrew his edge, and laughed twice: "Qingqing, don't be angry. I can do a lot by myself, you forget, you are me alone I asked for it. At that time, my master wanted to refine you... I killed him alone."

When he brought up these dirty old things, his tone was slightly astringent, only with a chuckle on his mouth, and racked his brains to say some enlightening words: "Although you have everything, but these jobs of killing people, seizing treasures, and seeing blood with swords, what do you do?" Clean, how can I do it? I am different, I have fought for the past 30 years, and if I fight again, maybe I can be rewarded for another 30 years."

When Yu Yan said this, his voice paused, and he seemed to realize that he had been talking too fast for a while, and vented his anger again.

He freed his right hand, tapped his head heavily, and covered it up with all his strength: "Oh, it's getting too far! I mean... I can do some small business by myself. Like today in the dojo, the business is just enough. If there are one or two big guests, we can return at noon."

However, on the other side of Feiguang, no one responded for a long time.

Yu Yan held his breath and waited for a moment, his expression darkened, and he said something to smooth things out: "Fei Guang, the dojo is very lively. I'm here for business again, so I won't tell you. See you later...see you later."

He blinked a few times suddenly, and after the soreness was relieved, he gathered strength with his right hand and dug into the crack of the stone wall again, grabbing a piece of fly ash.

Looking around, there is no lively dojo in front of me, it is clearly a side peak of Wanxia Mountain, a mountain wall that is more than a hundred feet high——

Just now he was hanging on the stone wall like that, tried his best to adjust his breath, and talked nonsense with Fei Guang for a long time... still couldn't hide it from others.

Yu Yan took a long breath and smiled to himself, "Me."

After all, the man has already cheered up, continued to display his body skills, and climbed up the steep mountain wall.

The forests in the mountain are all old, and they grow lush and lush on the narrow path of the cliff. The canopy is dense like a net, and the branches are like swords. Flesh.

Even if Yu Yan had cultivated into a foundation-building body, he was scratched with a few superficial cuts when he rushed through the forest.

Enduring these dull pains, he avoided the disciples all the way, searched from the places where no one cared, and searched for the caves on the top of the mountain, the wild mountains behind, and the depths of the dense forest, walking through the high mountains like looking for a needle in a haystack.

He didn't know where he found it, but he finally found an altar hidden deep in the forest.

Under the shadows of the mottled forest, the nine-story altar rose up from the ground, with gold and phoenix painted on the white jade steps.

Numerous high-grade spirit stones are embedded in the jade wall railings, as if dotted with stars.

The top-level moon liquid is like a waterfall, pouring down from the top of the altar, nourishing the water, soil and spiritual veins here.

As for the nine-story altar, each floor is carefully engraved with a mysterious formation, each with a young disciple cross-legged and standing at the eye of the formation, praying devoutly while driving the formation, attracting auspicious energy from all directions.

Yu Yan swept across the nine people on the altar, and then counted the number of disciples guarding the altar around the altar, roughly speaking, there were no less than three or forty people.A group of disciples all have brilliance in their eyes, and their hands are pressing on the magical instruments. They don't know how many of them are practicing Qi, how many are building foundations, and whether they have hidden the great power of Jindan Yuanying.

Seeing the disparity in the situation, Yu Yan smiled silently, stretched out his hand and rubbed his blood-red eyes, then jumped up, swept forward again, and landed on a tall old tree.

From his sleeve, he took out many pieces of wood that he carved on a daily basis, counted them carefully, and picked out all the ways to risk his life.

As long as one more person is hurt, one less person will stop him.

Destroying one more layer of magic circle will keep the flying light for a few more years.

Yu Yan was still thinking about Fei Guang at this time, and he wanted to say a few more funny words with Fei Guang, telling it: Originally, it would not know a person named Yu Yan.

Who is Yu Yan?

Yu Yan was supposed to be one of the many rotten bones under the snow.I don't know that there are mountains, rivers, and mountains below, and I don't know that there are sun, moon, and stars above.To be able to live until now, isn't it because of gambling?

He was ignorant, didn't he bet on Fei Guang alone?

His cultivation base is superficial, didn't he rely on his own strength to jump over the steps and kill people, and snatch Fei Guang from his master?

At the beginning, the chances of winning were slim, but he still won.

The gamblers in this world, once they gambled a lot and won wealth, how could they not dare to bet in the future?

After all, I have earned so much!

For every bet you make, you will be happy when you win, and enjoy yourself when you lose, and you will die if you die... But you can't tell him not to gamble.

Just when Yu Xianchang had made up his mind and was about to gain momentum, someone happened to gather his spiritual consciousness again.

The man let out his spiritual thoughts, hurriedly attached to the fetters of the blood contract, suppressed his anger, and said repeatedly: "I ran out of spiritual consciousness before...Yu Yan, where are you? It's already noon, aren't you Said to be back at noon?"

Yu Xianchang couldn't help but pause.

The other end wanted to reprimand, but also worried that the words would be too harsh. In this short moment, he couldn't figure out how many words of persuasion, and finally said shyly: "I'm in the room, and I feel a little hot. Yu Yan , don’t you often send me flowers? Help me bring back a water spirit flower.”

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Yu Xianchang paused, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse, and he asked quietly, "Do you want it now?"

When the person on the other end heard it, he immediately replied: "I want it now. It's hot now...it's very hot."

Yu Yan thought about that swollen head, he seemed to wake up, his eyes became hot, he blinked, and then blinked again, the bloodshot eyes faded seven or eight points because of this sentence.

He said to Feiguang just now: You are a fairy body and soul, I don't know that men in the world love to lie...

But he didn't know that Fei Guang was no longer a fairy body.

You see, Fei Guang would lie for him.

After Fei Guang finished delivering the message, he waited for more than half an hour, and finally looked forward to Yu Xianchang's return as promised.

The man entered the hospital carelessly, holding a small bouquet of middle-level spirit flowers that cost a lot of money in his hand. Standing under the sun, he rolled up the torn cuff to his upper arm with one hand, wiped his face with water, and then Knocking on the door of the house, he said with a smile, "Fei Guang, the flowers are here."

After Yu Yan said hello, he turned his head and waited for a moment. Before he could get someone to talk to, he smiled and pretended to be invited, and said loudly: "Huh? What did Qingqing say, do you want to invite me in?"

When the words fell, the man had calmly stepped into the room, and said with a long voice and laughed: "I want to call me back, but I refuse to wash my hands and make soup, prepare some good tea and wine for me—"

He was still complaining one moment, and the next moment he lowered his head and sniffed the fragrance of the flowers, sighing to himself: "Scent, the smell of 70 yuan low-level spirit stones."

After laughing and sighing like this, Yu Xianchang slowly walked to the edge of the bed.

Seeing that Fei Guang was still hiding under the quilt, he poked the bulge with his fingertips, and then deliberately pressed the bouquet of dewy spirit flowers on the bulge's head, and asked with a smile, "Here you are. I'll be back soon." , are you listening?"

Someone under the quilt suddenly "hummed" heavily, and then moved his body, as if he wanted to get out of the brocade quilt.Every time the quilt is pushed down, the spirit flower on the quilt trembles, and the water droplets on the pistil are glistening.

Yu Xianchang was itching to see it, and almost wanted to lift the brocade quilt for him, covered his lips and smiled for a long time before holding back, turned around and moved a rattan chair over, sat down facing the bed, and got out of the storage ring on his own Pick out the cheap medicine that is symptomatic, and calmly apply it to the scratches on the neck and face.

After Fei Guang went through all kinds of hardships, he pushed out a gap in the bedding, and saw Yu Yan sitting not far away with his hands and face wounded.

It didn't know what to feel in its heart, it took a while to tighten the gap with its claws, only willing to reveal a small hole.

Yu Yan happened to smear it on the sore spot, took a deep breath, and when he looked up again, he saw Fei Guang hiding in the shadow and peeping, he couldn't help laughing and said: "It's such a thick quilt, no wonder Fei Guang said it's hot! "

However, under the shadows, one can still vaguely see a pair of round eyes with a moist luster.

The two looked at each other, each heart trembling.

In this silent place, Yu Xianchang laughed suddenly, pointed to his eyes, and comforted him without end: "Look at my eyes... well, they are not red anymore..."

Hearing these words, Fei Guang stared at the man's eyes, and asked in a daze, "Yu Yan, do you really think that I won't be worried?"

Yu Yan couldn't laugh immediately, and sat on the rattan chair with his head tilted, like a child listening to a lesson.

Fei Guang asked him softly: "Do you really think that I won't be sad if you get hurt?"

Yu Xianchang cast his eyes all over the place and remained silent, fearing that he might make a wrong answer.

But Fei Guang was still asking: "Even if you die, I can still find another person to make a bond? You...do you really think so?"

It said that here, the glint of water appeared in Yingying's eyes, and a string of tears suddenly fell down.

The tears dripped quietly on the cloth, and the water stains faded away.

So it didn't like this juvenile form, and couldn't hold back the tears at all.

Yu Yan only saw a dark place with a slippery line of water, his face changed drastically, he stood up abruptly, and took half a step forward.

He didn't know how to deal with himself, his chest heaved heavily, and then he squatted down slowly, guarding the edge of the bed, and said in a very low voice: "Fei Guang, don't cry."

As soon as he said a word, his eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but shed tears, which made his cheeks and neck feel cold. He slowly closed his hands, and gently held the bulging brocade quilt, begging in a trembling voice: " Don't cry, my heart will break when you cry."

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Yu Yan turned this sentence upside down and read it many times, but his eyes were still blurred.