Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

Xuanhua's tone is very light, but also very clear.

It's just that Lin Zhizhi didn't hear anything clearly in his trance. He only felt that this would relieve the headache, and he felt more comfortable, so he nodded dazedly.

Next, Lin Zhizhi fell into the spring. In a dream.

Xuanhua's steady hands trembled a little, and carefully unbuttoned the boy's clothes. The man first pecked the other party's lips gently, and after seeing the other party showing no signs of disgust, he drew deeper.

Lin Zhizhi encircled his neck and opened his mouth obediently, letting the opponent plunder.

This is the first time Xuanhua has not touched Lin Zhizhi under the influence of his physique, so it is more real.

People in dreams lose the restraint of reason and are often the most honest.

Just like Lin Zhizhi at this time, he responded enthusiastically to every action.

...

——Lin Zhizhi felt that he had had a long, long dream.

In that dream, he could not move for some reason, only a little instinctive consciousness remained.

It seemed that he was lying on someone’s body, and then he did some strange things-but he did not resist, because that person’s hands were cold, and he was very hot and felt very comfortable, and he wanted the other person. Explore more places.

Then the person continued for a long, long time, and then there was a stream of energy entering his body. With this spiritual energy entering the body, Lin Zhizhi could feel that his body temperature was dropping, and when it reached the right temperature, there was a pair of gentleness. His hands are combing the injured soul for him.

He fell asleep again, and after a long time, he finally recovered his sanity again, awake from his sleep, and opened his eyes.

The first thing that caught Lin Zhizhi's eyes was a dark curtain. The color embroidery was somewhat familiar, but it was not his bed. Lin Zhizhi stood up slightly and looked outside, only to see a bowl of medicine on a round wooden table. The sunlight came in through the window, illuminating the tiny particles in the air.

The black-haired boy tried to get up, the bedding slipped from his chest, revealing the white shirt-Lin Zhizhi shook his head, his memory still remained at the stage of being attacked by the demons. He thought he would be in pain, but he didn't know that there was no pain in his body, only his waist was a little sore.

This is... Has anyone saved him? Is it Master?

Lin Zhiyi didn't think much at first, but first looked inside to see how his injury was-what made him dumbfounded was that not only was his Nasal Infant, which was almost half eaten away, intact, but also moisturized. One lap-it's like taking some fast-growing agent. Except for Qu Yuanshen, all the injuries on his body healed, leaving no traces. Not only that, but what's more terrifying is--

He, Lin Zhizhi, had gone from the early Yuanying stage to the late Yuanying stage after sleeping for some reason? ?

Is this generally a plot to deceive children in novels? ! ! It's not the qi-refining period, and the aura needed is pitiful, and the intelligent person can break through as soon as he sleeps-this is the Nascent Soul Stage! Some great monks stayed in the early Yuan Ying for their entire lives! Not to mention crossing two realms at once!

Lin Zhiyi's face was overwhelmed. jpg, almost thought that his memory was wrong, the meeting ceremony the Mozu gave him was not a dying struggle, but a perfect replenishment pill.

#他疑记忆是假#

#自己的脑子也假的#

While he was examining his own memory, Xuanhua pushed in from the door. Seeing that he was awake, he walked towards the bed, took the bowl of medicine and placed it on the small table beside the ice bed. Then the man held his hand, and after feeling the coolness, he passed some spiritual energy to warm him.

Lin Zhizhi looked at the dusty face of his master, and remembered the scene he thought was a spring dream (...). It was a little difficult to bring Xuanhua into it--but Lin Zhizhi felt a little discomfort in that place. And although the skin marks on the arms and neck are very light, they still exist after all. So the black-haired boy retracted his fingers under the bedding and tightened his lips, his lips were still a little pale, and he opened his lips and said, "Master, did you save me before?"

Xuanhua picked up the medicine bowl on the side, took a spoon and scooped a spoonful of medicinal juice into the healing pill, and handed it to Lin Zhizhi's mouth: "Well, I should go with you that day. How cunning the demons are, yours Not enough experience, be careful."

Dao Zun's hand used to hold the sword, but now he was holding the medicine bowl for him, and Lin Zhizhi could not help but give birth to some inexplicable warmth. He opened his lips and held that mouthful of concoction, but in the next second he was so bitter that he opened his mouth to spit out——

Under Xuanhua's close sight, Lin Zhizhi bravely defeated himself, forcibly pressing the bitter and explosive concoction on the base of his tongue and swallowing it down.

Xuanhua looked at the young man in front of him with a rare complaint in his eyes, feeling a little strange, and there were scattered smiles in her purple eyes: "Bitterness?"

Lin Zhizhi nodded vigorously.

——To be honest, this is beyond the scope of "suffering", and he suspects that Xuanhua must secretly add bitterness to it!

The man lowered his head, and softly bowed his head and kissed Lin Zhizhi while he was strong and prying. Open each other's lips. Tongue, **** together. Suck the bitterness of the potion that has not faded from his mouth. After searching around for a while, Xuanhua just withdrew, affirming: "It's a bit bitter, but then you can remember it."

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

#He now thinks this master is probably also a fake#

#No, must be a fake#

The fake Master Xuanhua took another spoonful of concoction and handed it to the other party. This time Lin Zhizhi was determined not to drink any more. He stood in a stalemate for a while, looking at the pale and sick beauty of the other side, and reluctant to force him any more, he put the medicine bowl aside and looked back at Lin Zhizhi: "Do you feel okay now?"

Lin Zhizhi was using spiritual energy to circulate in his body for a whole week. The Yuan Ying in Dantian was also fed white and fat by the master. He replied: "There is no harm anymore, and his gong power has also improved in turn. It's just the master. I...why did I change from the early stage of Yuanying to the later stage? Master you..."

He hesitated to lengthen the tone, and didn't say everything.

Xuanhua took the conversation calmly: "I have double repaired with you."

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

I, and, you, double, repair, now.

#师尊, don't use such a calm tone to say such things! #

——It’s no wonder that his cultivation and injuries have improved so quickly. Judging from the strength of Xuanhua’s early arrival in the transformation stage, as the first person in the human world, raising him to such a realm can only be regarded as a simple task, more The benefits are still reflected in Xuanhua's perception of Taoism, which takes time to understand slowly.

Xuanhua continued to narrate the situation at the time: "Your injury is too serious. If you go to Tianchi to get the God Spirit Grass, it will have an impact on your cultivation base. Only the dual repair with me will make you heal quickly. I I also asked you, you nodded in response, and I..."

Lin Zhizhi continued to face panic: "..."

——In his incomplete memory, he seemed to...At that time... indeed... nodded...

Xuanhua saw his thoughts from the face of the teenager in front of him: "Don't you remember?"

Lin Zhizhi nodded, nor shook his head. After struggling for a long time, he finally nodded lightly.

The man does not seem to have any emotions similar to "disappointment" or "sadness". It seems that he has known it for a long time, and he does not ask, and chooses to avoid this topic. Xuanhua stretched out his hand to probe the temperature in front of the opponent's forehead, and said lightly: "You'd better cultivate for two more days, the soul of the soul needs to be recuperated."

Lin Zhizhi obediently responded.

Xuanhua stood up, picked up the medicine bowl on the side, and was about to walk out.

Lin Zhizhi somehow, seeing his master's back, suddenly thought of the memory picture that had been flashing back in his mind before-the protagonist inside he couldn't see his face, but he felt very much like Xuanhua.

This feeling became stronger after he stepped into the late Yuan Ying, as if he could go one step further and step into the ascension of the gods, maybe he could see what the man in his memory looked like.

This thought passed away in a flash, Lin Zhixia consciously reached out and grabbed the corner of Master's clothes, not wanting him to go far.

He used very little strength, and Xuanhua only needed a swipe to shake his hand away-but Master Dao Zun stopped when he touched it, and looked back at the black-haired boy on the bed.

Lin Zhizhi's black hair fell to his shoulders, against his pale skin. The contrast seemed a bit strong, with a pitiful sickness.

Xuanhua didn't say a word, and asked Lin Zhizhi with her eyes - the black-haired boy returned with the same confused eyes, wet black, and the Taoist Lord who was watching immediately surrendered.

He returned to the bed, covered the other party with a bedding, watched him lie down, covered Lin Zhizhi's eyelids with his hands, and said softly: "Go to sleep, I am here."

Lin Zhizhi also felt a little tired. After all, the injury on the soul still needed a good rest. He blinked, and after vigorously wiped the water vapor in his eye sockets, he closed his eyes obediently.

His eyelashes were drawn on Xuanhua's palm, causing the man to retract his hand in surprise.

Master Dao Zun lowered his head and glanced at the palm of his hand, then put his gaze back on Lin Zhizhi on the bed, leaned quietly to one side, and accompanied him to sleep.

...

In the next few days, Lin Zhizhi stayed in Xuanhua Cave Mansion to recuperate.

The fact that he was attacked by a **** was already known to the real Tianlu. After hearing that he had recovered, he also specially brought up a lot of treasures and elixir to visit him. Although he was stopped by Xuanhua at the beginning, the real Tianlu was Bringing a few elder disciples from the Yuntian Continent, Xuanhua also gave him this face and asked him to lead people into and out of his cave.

Lin Zhiyi dressed in white on the day they came, sitting at the table, holding a scroll of Taoism left by Xuanhua in thought.

The real man Tianlu arrived and asked him with a chill, "Know it, is it okay? If something really happens, I will be the sinner of Jianzong——"

Lin Zhizhi hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I have nothing to do, but my skill has improved to a higher level because of this. The master teacher does not need to blame himself."

Tianlu Zhenren said: "How can I not blame myself! If it is not for Dao Zun, you will be in the hands of our own people. Don't worry, the elders and I have already begun to investigate the insiders-these people are better than demons. The race is even more hateful."

When Lin Zhizhi heard this, he suddenly asked, "Master Master, how is the situation outside now?"

Young Master Lin remembers that on the day he just went to fight the demons, the real man Luming said that the demonic energy could no longer be contained. He also saw the demonic energy permeating on Xiangyun Mountain, and Xuanhua often went out these days. It made him more concerned with the outside world--every time he asked Master, Master said that he should first heal the injury before talking, which is very perfunctory.

After hearing Lin Zhizhi’s words, the real person Tianlu and the real person Changlu from Qingfengzong around him looked at each other, and smiled bitterly: "Even when we come to visit you, we have to wait a couple of times before we can squeeze a little time. Naturally, we can’t say anything. it is good."

The real Changlu added: "The demons have prepared for this invasion for at least thousands of years. Their monks are fierce and cunning. On the other hand, our human monks are passive everywhere. Many small and medium sects are completely incapable of resistance and have been destroyed. ."

"Fortunately, there are also Sea Clan. In the ocean territory, even the Demon Clan cannot forcibly invade the Sea Clan." Tianlu Zhenren said, "Some places have to give up. There are Demon Clan passages in the Quartet Continent, and there is no peaceful place. Fortunately, we teamed up in time — now in this human world, you have Xuanhua sitting here, and Cang Lun will have to be afraid of three points when he comes personally. I am afraid it is the safest place. Don’t worry, we can hold on. The strength of the year is still there, and it’s good to be at ease."

Lin Zhizhi just wanted to emphasize once again that he was already healed and could help Jianzong on the battlefield. He only heard a voice behind him calmly: "Tianlu is right, knowing that, you can rest a few days."

Lin Zhizhi: "..."

——He always feels that these days Master has a tendency to raise him as a pig (xi) cub (fu)...

For example, Xuanhua held a cup of fairy liquid in his hand and placed it in front of Lin Zhizhi, watching him drink it.

Sometimes because the liquid medicine was too bitter, Lin Zhizhi would argue that he had been wounded and healed and the nutrition overflowed. Every time Xuanhua insisted on watching him finish drinking, the master would pass the liquid medicine by mouth.

"Ah!!!" At the moment Xuanhua appeared, a scream came from behind the real person Changlu, it was Yan Lei.

Yan Lei widened his eyes and looked at Xuanhua. What he saw in his eyes was the shadow of the big purple devil(?), but what appeared in his mind was the Dao Venerable Master, whom he has always admired more than his own master— —

Are they alone? !

Master Dao is the demon, and the devil is Master Dao? !

The real Changlu covered his disciple's mouth with his hands, and sighed in embarrassment: "Adults, please don't care, the little ones are shallow."

The elders of the Yuntian Continent had already met Xuanhua when they formed an alliance with Luoxian Sword Sect—and knew that the demon who moved Yuntian was him (...).

After the Yuntian monks knew the true face of Xuanhua, they had completely given up the idea of ​​revenge (?). Only a few people have asked Xuanhua why they want to rob the herbal classics because of curiosity. For the face of the alliance, Xuanhua reluctantly gave an answer: "Apprentice needs."

The real Changlu was impressed by the touching friendship between master and apprentice on the spot, and he reflected on himself-every time Yan Lei pestered him to ask for more pill recipes, he was always stingy; look at other people's ways. Respect the teacher and apprentice, as long as the apprentice wants it, bring it back to him.

Every time Yan Lei is injured, Changlu Zhenren always throws a bottle of wound medicine to him; let’s take a look at Master Dao Zun, who stays with him every day and night and treats him with tenderness, fearing that he would be bad for his future wife. Is that so?

The real person Changlu still remembers the appearance of Master Dao Zun when he learned of Lin Zhizhi's accident. The evil spirit that erupted at that moment was probably not even comparable to that of Canglun.

He planned his position in his heart almost immediately, and because of Xuanhua's importance to Lin Zhizhi, he was afraid that no one would provoke him.

Naturally, Xuanhua would not care about Yan Lei. He just watched Lin Zhizhi drink the fairy liquid and messed up his newly tied long hair like a reward. His eyes that had always been emotionless softened, like a pair of best Beautiful purple gems.

The real Changlu doesn't know why, but I always feel like being sprinkled with dog food when I look at it—well, an illusion, right?

Yan Lei didn't know why, but I always felt a sense of envy of # others家的师尊# when I looked at it—well, this must not be an illusion!

In this way, Lin Zhizhi unknowingly showed his affection in front of his elders and old acquaintances, and also brought himself into the ditch. He stayed in Xuanhua Cave Mansion for half a month, until all the Dharma decisions taught by Xuanhua personally merged into his heart, and he left the master when he could truly display the strength of Yuan Ying's later stage.

While Lin Zhizhi was recovering from his wounds, the progress of the battle between humans and demons was also increasing step by step, with countless blood shed on all sides of the human world, and the battle became more intense.

Lin Zhizhi followed the command of the Tianlu real man, and joined Feng Qin and others to personally fight against the demons.

Young Master Lin thought that this was a protracted war, which might last for hundreds of years, but a sudden letter interrupted his thoughts.

That is a letter of challenge.

From Canglun.

——Master Demon Venerable, who is already tens of thousands of years old, does not invite Dao Venerables of the same realm, but to challenge a twenty-year-old young man, Lin Zhizhi.

——I'm afraid it will be a stumbling block.

And what Lin Zhizhi didn't know was that Fengqin, Jiashu, Su Yu, and Xuanhua all received such letters, from the same signature, but their letters were not challenge letters, but invitation letters.

Canglun invited them to watch the match between himself and Lin Zhizhi.