The Protagonist Only Thinks About Falling In Love

Chu Shun didn't sink, and the young man's bones were thin after all.

He picked up Chu Shun's sword, held him in the darkness, and walked for a short while, the illusion around him slowly dissipated.It was already evening, and the drizzle fell on them. They were at the entrance of an ancestral hall, the door behind them was closed tightly, and there were several coffins around them.

He and Chu Shun stood in the middle of the coffin encircling the coffin. Chu Shun coughed a few times in a low voice, and his eyelids trembled a few times.

There were no injuries on his body, and his face was as pale as a ghost. When Ling Yugeng heard the movement, he reached out to support him, sniffed his breath, took out the pill from the storage bag, and pressed it to his lips. Chu Shun's mouth was tightly closed. His lips were pale, Ling Yugeng had no choice but to part his lips while guarding his surroundings.

A loud "bang" sound.

Dust was flying, and the coffin boards were overturned.

Ling Yugeng's fingers trembled.

Chu Shun was also shocked by the movement, his eyelashes trembled a few times, and his tightly closed lips relaxed. Ling Yugeng sent the medicine into his mouth with the hand holding the elixir, and touched the tongue of Chu Shun's soft mouth with his fingers. As soon as the medicine was delivered, it got stuck in Chu Shun's throat.

Chu Shun frowned uncomfortably. Seeing this, Ling Yugeng raised his chin, trying to let the medicine roll down, but Chu Shun blushed and did not swallow it. The wrinkles between his brows deepened, and he looked like a vegetable field The little yellow flowers wet by the rain are pitiful.

Xu was in the illusion, but the data in his brain was affected a little bit. Seeing that Chu Shun was almost suffocating, Ling Yugeng couldn't care about the movement of the other side of the coffin. .

He gritted his teeth, opened his mouth, and lowered his head——

"Fuck his old lady, who put this old lady in the coffin, see if this old lady doesn't kill you..." The cursing woman's voice stopped abruptly, "Master?"

Ling Yugeng's mouth was only two fingers away from Chu Shun, their breaths were intertwined, and Chu Shun made a sound underneath.

"Cough...cough..."

He coughed and gasped for breath, with a faint smell of blood on his lips and teeth, Chu Shun opened his eyes, and saw Ling Yugeng's magnified face in front of his hazy vision.

Reason has not yet returned, only knowing that his current master will never be so close to people, his hands under him suddenly clenched and curled up, his nails pressed against his palms, his pupils constricted for a moment, thinking that he was still in an illusion, Seeing this scene, there was an extra dagger in his hand, and he suddenly stabbed Ling Yugeng.

His body was injured, Ling Yugeng easily dispelled his strength.

With a soft sound, the knife fell to the ground, and Chu Shun's unfocused eyes came back to his senses.

Ling Yugeng clasped Chu Shun's wrist and pressed it to the ground. Due to the reason why he leaned over just now, this posture made the figures of the two overlap.

A strand of black hair slipped from his shoulder and swept across Chu Shun's cheek. The corners of Ling Yugeng's lips were straightened, and he pursed his lips without saying a word, his thoughts were unspeakably entangled into several knots.

Ling Yugeng is indeed not used to intimate contact with people, because it used to be a system, it never needed to touch human skin, so this kind of contact made him feel very weird.

All the previous avoidance of sensitivity was not entirely for some reason.

Just not used to it.

Chu Shun woke up, swallowed the medicine, and his integrity was preserved, but not so completely.

His back tensed, he turned his head, and met the eyes of Bian Miao who was sitting up in the coffin.

The four eyes met, the drizzle was misty, and there was no sound.

The glamorous woman's dress was much plainer than last time. She looked at Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun in surprise, and the expression on her face changed from surprise to sudden realization, and then to subtlety, and it took only a few breaths.

"Master, you..." Bian Miao hesitated to speak, but stopped, "Acacia Sect should have rules, and double cultivation should be your choice. It is absolutely impossible for an overlord to force his bow, and it is useless to double cultivation..."

Ling Yugeng could tell what she was thinking at a glance, with a sullen face and no expression, he interrupted her calmly, saying: "It's not what you think."

He lowered his head and met Chu Shun's clear black eyes. Seeing that he was awake, he let go of his wrist, "I was just feeding him medicine."

"Medicine..." Bian Miao glanced at Chu Shun, "He is so young, I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

Ling Yugeng: "What's wrong?"

Bian Miao hesitated and said: "After all, the medicines of the Albizia Sect are very strong. If you start taking medicine at such a young age, your body may not be able to bear it."

Only then did Ling Yugeng realize what kind of medicine the other party was talking about, and he pinched the sleeves in his hands tightly in a moment of anger and haste, and pressed the corners of his lips tightly, letting his breath go without a trace.

Chu Shun sat up and saw that the man's face was tense. He looked the same as usual, but his breath suddenly sank. He lowered his head and coughed a few times, picked up the dagger beside him, his face was still rosy , before Ling Yugeng opened his mouth, he explained: "Senior sister misunderstood, I was injured, so Master gave me medicine, and I was also unconscious just now, and I was rude to Master, so please don't blame Master."

What he said was so angry that it was really endearing, which made people willing to blame, not to mention that Ling Yugeng was not in the temperament to care about these things.

Now was not the time to talk about it, so Ling Yugeng stopped there, saying what's the matter, and he would talk about it later, he softened his voice, and asked Chu Shun what was wrong, Chu Shun shook his head.

Only then did Bian Miao notice the coffins around him.

In the evening and dusk, under the locust tree at the entrance of the ancestral hall, there are endless people, and the shadows of the trees are whirling, which adds to the coolness.

The locust tree has always been said to attract yin things.

Except for Bian Miao, the other coffins were pushed away, and inside were all people who died in vain, full of resentment.

Setting up this situation with the resentment of the dead, it can be seen that the thoughts of the people behind it are the lives of those who want to enter the game.

Bian Miao said that she was plotted against last night, and when she woke up today, she was in the coffin. Calculating the time, she woke up exactly when the illusion was shattered.

"We met a child halfway up the mountain at the entrance of the village, and he was wearing your things." Chu Shun said, "Do you know him, Senior Sister?"

Bian Miao was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice, "It's pretty clever."

She said that she picked up the child here, and felt that it was weird. She was closely watched by people and couldn't get out, so she tried to send him out. In this village, a rumor suddenly spread a while ago.

"As long as someone comes to the ancestral hall at midnight, performs an offering ceremony, and makes a wish, it won't take long for the dream to come true." Bian Miao said, "But it didn't take long for everyone to discover the clue. If one wish is fulfilled, one person will die within seven days."

"This village was not so desolate when I came here."

She meant something.

Some people knew that they would die, but they still couldn't help being tempted and made a wish. It's not that no one has tried to stop others from coming here to get what they wish, but anyone who stops them will die unexpectedly.

Bian Miao hadn't seen the other person's face clearly, that person's cultivation base was higher than hers.

Her words fell, no one spoke, and a gust of cold wind blew past.

No wonder when I entered the village, there was so much resentment in the village, and it was full of darkness. The cultivation world pays attention to cause and effect, and such evil spirits can be explained by more than just "love debts".

The other party has a grudge against him, or a deep grudge.

Ling Yugeng was in front of a coffin, looking at the pale-faced and closed-eyed person inside, and suddenly heard a voice from behind.

"What did Master see inside?"

He turned his head.

Chu Shun quietly stood beside him. Ling Yugeng knew that he was asking about an illusion. Several images seemed to flash before Ling Yugeng's eyes. Finally, he said: "It's pitch black."

Chu Shun: "It's gone?"

"No more." Ling Yugeng asked, "I saw you later, what about you?"

Chu Shun: "It's just something about my childhood, I guess, this illusion should have four layers."

He didn't go into details, but only said that the first stage of illusion was being bullied when he was a child, and the nanny who took care of him since childhood passed away. This level should be the past that can arouse negative emotions by illusion of those who enter and leave the game, and constantly hit the people in the world. people in fantasy...

Ling Yugeng listened to his words and replayed the previous situation one by one.

Looking down at the corpse in the coffin, a guess suddenly arose in his mind.

What he saw was not his illusion, but Chu Shun's.

The double illusion is to construct a perfect and warm life for him, which makes people want to indulge in it - Ling Yugeng has never seen this illusion with his own eyes, but only saw the third one that Chu Shun said.

The third stage is that after seeing through the illusion, Chu Shun breaks the beauty of the second stage of illusion and exposes the ugliness.He didn't say how, but Ling Yugeng knew that he killed "Ling Yugeng" in the illusion.

The last level is precisely the most difficult level, allowing the person in the mirror to fight against himself.

So vicious, his heart can be punished.

Ling Yugeng glanced at Chu Shun.

If it was Chu Shun's illusion, Ling Yugeng didn't know what happened in the second and third stages. He only saw the first stage completely, and only had time to see the end of the third stage.

Chu Shun killed "him".

And the last illusion, that is the future Chu Shun.

Before Ling Yugeng could figure it out, he met a pair of opened eyes in the coffin, only the whites of the eyes. Ling Yugeng held Chu Shun beside him by the hand and stepped back. There were several "bang, bang", and all the coffin covers around him were overturned. Sitting up stiffly from the coffin.

It's a scam.

"Don't disperse." Ling Yugeng said.

The other two immediately understood that the three of them formed an iron triangle, and the unjustly dead corpse was full of grievances. The corpse was not decayed, and its hands and feet were stiff and attacked them. The wind brought the rotten smell from them.

The hem of the clothes fluttered, and the sharp sword light flashed across. Ling Yugeng pasted the talisman paper on their foreheads. After a short while, the panic was shaken, and the rain became heavier. Little drops of rainwater fell on Ling Yugeng's forehead, and slid down the cheeks. A small drop of water converges on the chin and falls.

The gloomy sky became darker again, Ling Yugeng raised his head, it wasn't that the sky was getting darker, but the resentment was getting stronger, the corpse had calmed down, but they didn't relax for a moment.

The weird wind was getting stronger and stronger, and there was a rustling sound.

There were footsteps in the ancestral hall, and a figure appeared.

"As expected of the Suzerain of the Hehuan Sect."

All the figures of young men in black clothes appeared in front of Ling Yugeng's eyes. He was wearing half a silver mask, and his long black hair fell down on his forehead. He wiped the blood on his bright red lips with a handkerchief.

"I admire it."

He was holding a rope in his hand, and there were about seven or eight ordinary people tied behind him, and they huddled together tremblingly.

"What grievances do I have with you, you want to do this."

"Resentment... Gratitude, suzerain, there are many grievances and grievances between you and me." There was a slight smile on the young man's lips, and he looked at Ling Yugeng's waist.

Ling Yugeng lowered his eyes and saw that there was the soul-destroying bell on his waist that he hadn't returned to Chu Shun in time.

The young man on the opposite side said: "I don't know the suzerain, but I still remember the ghost cultivator who was killed in February."

"That's my beloved disciple, suzerain, tell me, what's the grudge between us?"

Ling Yugeng looked up again.

The young man said: "Don't look at it, I have already set up an enchantment here, if I don't make a break today, no one will want to go out."

"How do you want to end it?"

"Fight with me, win or lose, obey orders."

Ling Yugeng and him looked at each other for a moment, but he couldn't see his cultivation level.

"Master." Chu Shun reached out and tugged Ling Yugeng's sleeve.

"Ah..." The young man looked at Chu Shun behind Ling Yugeng again, and smiled playfully, "Why don't you let me kill your apprentice, and we can write it off."

"Yes." Ling Yugeng said.

Chu Shun froze for a moment, then looked up at the back of the man's head.

The young man smiled lowly: "It's still quite interesting..."

Ling Yugeng's face was cold: "I will fight with you."

"A Miao."

"The disciple is here."

"Protect your little junior brother." Ling Yugeng didn't look back, turned his right hand, and an ice-blue sword appeared in his hand. He turned his head, exchanged a glance with Bian Miao, and then stepped forward.

Chu Shun lowered his head, and his masseter muscles twitched twice.

Ling Yugeng came out of the illusion just like him, and the situation of the Sea of ​​Consciousness might not be much better.

The so-called competition is naturally not a real competition. The ghost cultivator never thought of confronting Ling Yugeng head-on. When Ling Yugeng swept across with fierce sword intent, the opponent grabbed a person with one hand and stood in front of him. The mortal screamed in fright. When Ling Yugeng got up, as soon as Ling Yugeng withdrew his sword intent, a dart pierced Ling Yugeng's clothes.

He took two steps back.

The young man looked at the blood oozing from his arm, and the curve of his lips rose with pleasure, "It's not good to be too soft-hearted."

It was just a test to tell him to hand over his apprentices just now, but it didn't come to fruition, the rumored semi-demonized Acacia Sect Master still cares about human life, which is interesting.

Ling Yugeng was restrained and retreated step by step, the coffin placed on the ground was overturned, and there was chaos.

And Bian Miao and Chu Shun behind him have already quietly started to move.

The crushing suppression made the young man fall into a moment of gratification. Until the second half of the journey, the young man realized something was wrong and turned his head. The rope in his hand broke. Bian Miao protected the rescued person aside, and the young man suddenly turned around go.

Ling Yugeng lost his worries, raised his sword and chased after him, entered the ancestral hall, the door of the ancestral hall slammed shut, a long red silk wrapped around Ling Yugeng's waist, Ling Yugeng swung his sword to cut it off, but the red silk became hard Soft, tied Ling Yugeng's hands, and hung him on the beam of the house. Ling Yugeng struggled hard with his arms, but he didn't break free, and his eyes were darkened and covered.

Ling Yugeng didn't panic, closed his eyes, sensed with his spiritual sense, manipulated the sword to fight with the opponent, and blocked the young man's footsteps.

……

Chu Shun found the eye of the array.

Standing beside the pool in the backyard of the ancestral hall shrouded in black air, the demon blood in his body was extremely active. He made a gash on his fingertips, blood dripped into the black air, and was quickly swallowed up.

Compared to the Ten Thousand Devils Nest, this is nothing.

After a cup of tea, the formation was broken, and the black air was going somewhere. Chu Shun's long hair standing in the center of the formation was blown tousled by the bitter wind. He stroked his hair lightly, and walked back with strides. .

Seeing Bian Miao, and hearing her say that Master had entered the ancestral hall, Chu Shun opened the door and entered.

The red silk was wrapped around the man's body and intertwined with the white robe. The man was sitting next to a dark red pillar, with one leg bent and his head raised to pant for breath. It looked serious, but in fact it was just a flesh wound, and the clothes were badly torn. His hands were bound by the red silk, and he was about to raise his hand to take the red silk covered in front of him. When he heard the sound of the door opening, he turned his head and "looked" over.

The person who is usually neat and tidy, at this moment is dilapidated, as if he was pulled down from the altar, and stepped into the world of mortals. He has a unique style. The man is blindfolded by the red damask under the bridge of his nose, and his thin lips are lightly pursed , "Chu Shun?"

As Chu Shun thought, he was soiled, but now, he felt that the dust all over his body was not worthy of contaminating the hem of a man's clothes, but there was a strange feeling in his heart, and when he called his name, he felt terrified .

Chu Shun tightened his hand holding the door, let go, rubbed the sawdust with his fingertips, licked his dry lips with downcast eyes, and said "um".

He walked up to Ling Yugeng and knelt down.

Ling Yugeng moved his jaw as he walked.

"Master, I'll help you take it off." Chu Shun said softly, leaning on one knee on the ground, reached out to take off the red silk, brushed his fingertips over Ling Yugeng's hair, lowered his head and untied it for him , dare not look into his eyes.

Ling Yugeng had just been hanged for a while, and two red marks appeared on his wrist. Chu Shun saw it when he took away the red silk, and paused for a long time. Ling Yugeng noticed his gaze, and raised his hand to touch his head.

"It's fine as a teacher."

Chu Shun's Adam's apple rolled, "Yes."

He glanced again.

Ling Yugeng didn't pay attention anymore, because Bian Miao came in and he got up.

"Master."

"There seems to be one more person in the courtyard." She said.

Ling Yugeng and Chu Shun stopped moving.

Bian Miao: "I don't know who is missing, but it is true that there is one more person."

The three arrived in the yard, and the eight people in the yard looked at them nervously. Ling Yugeng glanced over, everyone looked familiar, there should have been only seven of them, and the ghost cultivator he was dealing with was very good at disguising illusions. In their memory, at this moment, the eight of them stood together timidly.

When asked about it, they all know each other, so they can't tell the truth from the fake.

"I can't tell." Chu Shun said abruptly, "Then let's kill them all."

Ling Yugeng paused upon hearing this.

The boy's blackening value is revealed at this moment.

Chu Shun has always been so harmless that he almost forgot that Chu Shun is the protagonist with the highest blackening value he has ever met.

When they heard that they were going to be killed, those people began to beg for mercy.

"Immortal Venerable, please forgive me, Immortal Venerable..."

Ling Yugeng swept across their faces, and the sword went straight towards one of them.

The man turned around and ran, but was still pierced through the chest by the sword, and fell to the ground, leaving only a piece of skin like a leak.

The formation was broken, and the ghost cultivator was backlashed by resentment, it was already at the end of his battle.

Ling Yugeng recalled the sword, "Let's go."

He didn't mention what Chu Shun said just now.

"Wait a minute, Immortal Venerable." A hunched man came out, "The Immortal Venerable is our great benefactor, we should treat him well, I am the village head here, if the Immortal Venerable does not dislike..."

Ling Yugeng looked at his face, and said for a while, "There is no need to entertain, if you want the village to be safe, then go find something."

The village's resentment was too heavy, and something needed to be done. Ling Yugeng and his party stayed here for two days, and the village chief vacated a house for them, and no one slept there.Bian Miao went out once, and Chu Shun stayed by Ling Yugeng's side all the time.

In addition to the seven people in the village, there were two other people in the village. Ling Yugeng did not stay here any more after the salvation was over. The village chief went to see them off and stuffed eggs in their hands, which they confiscated.

"What should be paid back, after all, must be paid back." Ling Yugeng left this sentence, then turned and left.

The people who guarded the ancestral hall at the beginning may not necessarily have been killed by ghosts.

At night, the group stopped in the town for a while.

The street was empty, and the inn was lit with candles. When Xiaoer saw the three of them, he said, "Guest officer, please."

When Ling Yugeng was about to open the room, he heard hurried footsteps running down from upstairs, he turned his head to look over, and saw a figure rushing down from upstairs, hugging his leg heavily with a plop.

Ling Yugeng lowered his head and looked at the familiar child, but the difference was that his face was pale and clean.

"Master Zu." He called out crisply.

Ling Yugeng: "...?"

He turned to look at the two apprentices behind him.

Bian Miao stepped forward and held the child by the collar. The child hugged Ling Yugeng's leg and did not let go. He looked up at him, his clean and clean face was a little cute, and his dark eyes were clear, as stubborn as Chu Shun's. Quite similar.

Ling Yugeng looked at him with expressionless downcast eyes.

The child looked up at him sullenly.

Ling Yugeng bent down and picked up the child.

Chu Shun tightened his hand holding the sword, staring at Ling Yugeng's hand holding the child.

He knew that when a man was cold and hard, his heart was soft at the same time. If he acted like a good boy and pretended to be pitiful, he would let go of his defenses, and this child's experience was also pitiful.

At this moment, Chu Shun understood that he didn't want another person who could make men as good as him.

"What did you call me just now?" Ling Yugeng held the child by his armpit and lifted him up.

"Master!"

"Who taught you this?"

"Master."

"Your master—"

At this point, there is no need to ask more questions.

Bian Miao supported his forehead and said: "I have never taught him, how many times have I told him, I will find you a good family in the future..."

"Master!"

"To shut up."

"Master!"

The child looked at Ling Yugeng sullenly.

Ling Yugeng threw the child to Bian Miao, "You can take in apprentices if you want."

"not me……"

"Master."

The big one and the small one were busy there, Ling Yugeng turned around and said to the waiter, "I want three high-grade rooms."

"okay."

Ling Yugeng put the silver on the table, and the waiter led them upstairs. The three rooms are connected, and the waiter asked them if they needed something to eat. Chu Shun hadn’t eaten well in the past two days, so Ling Yugeng asked him to bring the signature dish Come up.

Not long after, Xiao Er knocked on the door of Ling Yugeng's room, and Ling Yugeng went to open the door, followed by Chu Shun outside the door, holding medicine in his hand, Ling Yugeng paused, and let them in sideways.

Xiao Er left after serving the food.

"I just happened to be looking for you too." Ling Yugeng said, these dishes were all prepared for Chu Shun, and he sat down at the table, "Let's eat first."

"Master, let me give you medicine first." Chu Shun said.

Ling Yugeng felt very warm in his heart, and the little padded jacket was very considerate.

"Eat first." Ling Yugeng said, "When you are full, you can do other things."

others--

Chu Shun paused, then responded in a low voice, holding the food with chopsticks, "Master, won't you eat?"

Seeing how delicious his food was, Ling Yugeng took two bites with his chopsticks, put down his chopsticks when he satisfied his hunger, took a sip of water from the teacup beside him, and looked at the boy who was grilling the rice.

When Chu Shun encountered this kind of thing for the first time, it seemed that he still had some sequelae, and he was in a trance for the past two days.

After Chu Shun put down the bowl, he checked Chu Shun's spiritual veins as usual. After checking, he put down his hand and looked at his face. Chu Shun looked at him for a moment, and then dodged his eyes one time.

"Chu Shun."

"……Um."

"What's wrong with your sea of ​​consciousness these two days?"

"No."

"Let me check it for you, okay?" He asked quietly.

After so much preparation, Ling Yugeng uttered this sentence. Seeing Chu Shun startled, he said softly, "...the master wants to see, and the disciple has nothing to refuse."

The sea of ​​consciousness is the most important place for a cultivator. Once it is damaged, foolishness is trivial. If it is not for trust or ignorance, most people will not easily agree.

And the first lesson for ascetics is to teach them to protect the sea of ​​consciousness.

Ling Yugeng led him to one side of the bed, asked him to sit cross-legged, he took off his shoes and got on the bed, and sat opposite him, "Don't resist, if it doesn't work, I will stop."

Chu Shun nodded.

Ling Yugeng leaned over, and Chu Shun closed his eyes.

The foreheads of the two touched each other, feeling the temperature on the forehead, Chu Shun's eyelashes trembled twice, and entered the meditation, he felt a gentle force going towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ling Yugeng closed his eyes, opened them again, and saw a door in his field of vision, he stepped forward to push the door open, and at the door was Chu Shun's Sea of ​​Consciousness.

After a while, the two opened their eyes, and Ling Yugeng sat back.

The young man's sea of ​​consciousness was stronger than he had imagined. He could feel that Chu Shun was controlling himself not to resist, but his instinct was still driving him out. If he went on forcibly, it would only hurt both sides, so Ling Yugeng stopped.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Chu Shun's forehead, and he said "Sorry".

"Chu Shun." Ling Yugeng asked suddenly, "If those people hadn't found that ghost cultivator that day, would you have killed them?"

There was a hint of sternness in Chu Shun's voice that didn't suit him: "I'd rather kill a hundred by mistake than let one go - if you let him go, there will be endless troubles, won't it? Cut the weeds to get rid of the roots."

The boy's voice was faint, as if he was talking about a very common thing. He didn't think those people deserved to die, but just to prevent future troubles.

He seems to lack the compassion that a human being should have.

Ling Yugeng: "Why do you practice Taoism?"

He asked him the question again.

"Or, what path do you want to cultivate?"

Chu Shun asked him back: "What do you think, Master? What way am I suitable for?"

"It should be up to you to make the decision." Ling Yugeng met his clear black eyes, "What kind of Tao do you want to cultivate, what kind of person do you want to be, you must not live yourself as a shell."

Chu Shun clenched his hands on his legs into fists, "I don't know who I will become... I don't know."

Ling Yugeng pondered for a moment, then directed: "What do you think, how about cultivating the ruthless way?"

Chu Shun: "Master is saying that I am ruthless?"

"For people who are ruthless, everyone says they are ruthless, but they don't know that the way of ruthlessness should be to have great love." Ling Yugeng said, "Only those who cultivate this way and become gods can break through the meaning."

Chu Shun understood the meaning of his words, "Master wants me to be a person with great love?"

"Although I am your master, I am only your guide." Ling Yugeng said, "What you think is what matters."

His eyes lingered on the boy's handsome face.

"But..." Chu Shun pursed his lower lip, "When will Master teach me the art of dual cultivation?"

There was a "hum" in Ling Yugeng's ear, he clenched his fist against his lips, and coughed several times, "You said... what?"

"Acacia sect...isn't it a major in dual cultivation?" Chu Shun asked hesitantly, "I heard from my senior sister that the master taught her the dual cultivation method and taught her a lot of secret books not long after she started. "

Seeing the slight astonishment and other expressions on the man's cold face, he drooped his eyes and pursed the corner of his lower lip.

In his last life, he was just getting started, and what that guy asked him to practice was also the formula of the dual cultivation technique of the Hehuan School.

Ling Yugeng: "..."

"Do you want to practice the dual cultivation technique of the Acacia School?" He asked in disbelief.

how so!

Why is this! ?