Everyone is Secretly in Love with Me

"Wow-"

The screams and prayers were endless. The villagers fled in panic. Some hid in their homes and took out weapons such as axes and wooden knives. Some retreated to the back. They had no ability to react under extreme fear and watched everything that happened before them .

Only Ya Xuan went up against the current, tightened his body, and pulled out the machete from his waist. He was actually quite nervous. Before that, the beasts he had encountered were all worldly things, and the most powerful was the Tiger King. However, according to Lin Zhizhi, this was a low-level spirit beast.

Anything that has something to do with the realm of cultivation is powerful that mortals cannot imagine. And Yaxuan has not yet felt the so-called heaven and earth aura, the only thing that can be counted on is the basic sword art.

Basic swordsmanship is very easy to deal with ordinary beasts, but it can be used to deal with spirit beasts with the use of mortal bodies-Lin Zhizhi himself has not tried it.

Ya Xuan said it was fake not to be afraid.

He didn't care about the people in the village, he wouldn't even take a look even when he died in front of him. But now the spirit beast blocked the only exit, and behind him stood Lin Zhizhi, who was seriously injured.

This man taught him swordsmanship, grabbed his hand when he was almost desperate, and dragged him away from this muddy quagmire. He cannot retreat, he can only fight!

Yaxuan great grace! The young man clenched the sharp machete, took out a pouch from his arms, took out the dark green venom and smeared it on the blade, and greeted the spirit beast alone.

But Lin Zhizhi stood still and did not move, avoiding the retreating villagers. He looked around, took a bamboo from the haystack not far away, and reluctantly used it as a bamboo sword, looking at the Yaxuan fighting spirit beast.

The nameless spirit beast is very intelligent, and already has preliminary intelligence. It could perceive that Ya Xuan was the only enemy to stop it, took two steps back, tentatively opened its mouth and roared twice, igniting an invisible shock, breaking the ground.

Yaxuan jumped flexibly to another rock, avoiding the mud that was hit by the sound waves, stepped on a broken stone, turned over and ran into the air with the machete and the claws of the spirit beast!

How amazing is the power of spirit beasts? Instead of hurting it, the machete aroused its ferocity. His pupils stared at the young man's body still in the air, and opened his mouth to bite it.

The stench rushed towards her face, and Yaxuan twisted her waist and stepped on the spirit beast’s mouth. One of her heels turned over on its back, and she wanted to pierce it-but when the spirit beast turned its head, the extremely long neck made it Can easily bite Yaxuan.

Yaxuan turned all the way back and grabbed the tail of the spirit beast. The machete that glowed with dark green in the sun cut through the pure black fur of the spirit beast all the way back.

The spirit beast roared, his body rolled on the ground, his tail swept to drive the boy out of his back. The **** wound on its back was filled with black blood, which was obviously poisoned. The spirit beast was also simple, and with a wave of its claws, it severely chopped off that piece of flesh to prevent the venom from spreading.

Ya Xuan fell to the ground. This time he once again grabbed the tail of the spirit beast, went up from behind, and concentrated all his strength on the machete-the machete struck a round arc, the oppressive air roared, and inserted it fiercely. The most vulnerable belly of the spirit beast is exactly the fourth type in the basic sword art.

The spirit beast gave a long cry and attacked Yaxuan more frantically, leaving many scars on the boy's body with claws that were sharper than the sword. But the venom gradually broke out, the craziness in the eyes of the spirit beast faded, and he gave up revenge, and tried to leave with his paws back.

Just as it leaped all the way to the entrance of the village, a green light flashed across, and it was Lin Zhizhi who threw the bamboo. The spirit beast retreated in shock, fell to the ground in fright, and stopped breathing.

Lin Zhizhi clapped his hands with satisfaction and walked to Yaxuan: "Are you okay?"

The boy's clothes were untidy, he was getting up from the ground, his eyes were cold, and he shook his head at Lin Zhizhi.

"If it's okay, put the body away. I don't know the rules here, but if it can be sold, the price should be enough for you to buy a sword." Lin Zhizhi said. At the end, he added, "Of course, if you really don't like swords, you can buy swords, but I can't teach you that way."

In front of Yaxuan, Lin Zhizhi was completely different from the high-cold set of Jianzong. Most of the time, the two of them are the other way around-Young Master Lin Jia talks a lot, but Ya Xuan is silent.

There is no way. As a very responsible person, Lin Zhizhi is not enough to teach his apprentices, so he can only use words to describe the world of comprehension to Yaxuan and teach him. Some common sense.

Although Ya Xuan didn't say anything, he knew the other party's desire.

Ya Xuan shook his head silently: "Use a sword."

Lin Zhizhi still wanted to say something, but watching the surrounding villagers seeing the crisis pass, they still shut their mouths.

The head of the village chief had a complicated expression. He bowed his hand to Lin Zhizhi first, then turned to Yaxuan, and twisted and said, "Really... Thank you two. If it weren't for you, our village would..."

The rest of the words thought about his usual indifferent, he did not finish.

The surrounding villagers were not the kind of people who did not distinguish between black and white, and under the leadership of the village chief, each bowed their heads and said thanks to Yaxuan. It's just that every look is embarrassing.

Ya Xuan dismissed it, and left without saying a word. He walked to the corpse of the spirit beast and dragged it to the front yard of the cabin.

Lin Zhizhi looked at him from behind and walked into the cabin. When he entered, Yaxuan had already opened fire on a routine basis. This time the boy took out the long-cherished rice and cooked a pot of porridge for Lin Zhizhi.

Lin Zhizhi's bitterness forced his face: "I want to eat meat."

Ya Xuan: "...Eating meat every day is not good. I added some herbs that I picked up from the mountain to this porridge, which is good for your wounds."

"I want to eat meat."

"...Your injury is still not healed, drink some porridge first." The boy insisted.

After a short time together, Lin Zhizhi has roughly understood the character of Yaxuan. Knowing that the other party would not compromise, he had to sit down and watch the boy serve a bowl of gruel, then took two sips.

When he drank the porridge, he didn't have a spoon, so he ate it bit by bit with chopsticks, unlike Yaxuan who just poured it down in one breath in order to save time. Even for meals, there is a different kind of temperament.

Yaxuan watched him eating, and for the first time he didn't directly understand the exercises after eating. He asked, "Master, did you come here when you were chased by the enemy?"

"How many times have you said it, don't call me Master." Lin Zhizhi stirred the porridge in the bowl with chopsticks, feeling that it would be difficult to swallow without meat. Because of the added herbs, there was a smell of Chinese medicine. He frowned and replied, "Basically, I can say that, I can't go back now, and I don't know where it is. Tomorrow, we will take the corpse of the spirit beast to find if there is a market in the cultivation world around."

Ya Xuan put down the bowl and nodded, waiting for Lin Zhizhi to finish eating and take the two bowls to the sink for cleaning.

Lin Zhizhi looked at his back and suddenly reflected a little:

Is it too much? Such a mortal teenager with a poor life experience must need a lot of care?

But then he put aside the idea of ​​the Virgin.

If the other party really doesn't have spiritual roots and can't set foot on the road of cultivation, they are destined to be different. No one would accept a thorough mortal as an apprentice, even if Ya Xuan tried hard.

...

That night.

After practicing sword tactics for a whole night, and still unable to realize the aura after returning, Ya Xuan finally fell asleep.

Lin Zhizhi went to bed very early every day due to his injuries, sharing a bed with Yaxuan.

The bright moonlight illuminates the room vaguely through the windows, and everything looks so ordinary.

However, in the middle of the night, a strange fragrance came from the black-haired teenager lying in the bed.

The scent is very weak at first, then becomes a little bit richer.

The seductive physique took place.

After Lin Zhizhi lost all his cultivation base, the body of charm that had been suppressed finally broke out at this moment. And the person in the deep sleep is unconscious.

Yaxuan, who was sleeping next to him, was a little irritable, turning over and over until the scent completely surrounded his nose.

However, at the moment when he was about to wake up, a cloud of black mist gushed out of Ya Xuan's body, suppressing his consciousness.

When the black mist dissipated, a strange man appeared in the place where Yaxuan had been staying.

The moonlight slanted lightly, illuminating the man's facial features.

It was a man who could not be described in words, clearer than the moonlight, and more eye-piercing than the scorching sun. The face is extremely beautiful, the outline is exquisite, like the most beautiful masterpiece of heaven and earth, but it does not appear feminine at all. A cluster of red clothes, red and black embroidered with mysterious patterns, set out his temperament of righteousness and evil. When you look at him, you will understand that in this world, he is perfect, he is the supreme! This is the ultimate cultivation level, enough to affect the performance of Fang Tiandi.

Another person who felt this way was Dao Zun Xuanhua, whose temperament was very different.

The man quietly looked at the black-haired teenager lying on the bed and laughed.

When he laughed, his eyes were not smiling, even a little chilly.

The strange fragrance has completely overflowed the room, some of it leaked through the gaps in the wooden house...

The man stayed in the house, but seemed completely unaffected. He slowly stretched out his slender fingers and stroked them across the boy's sideburns.

"It smells good," he said.

His voice seemed to be transformed into the law of Taoism-if the foreign fragrance was materialized, you could see that the fragrance that was constantly overflowing out was frozen immediately and was imprisoned in this wooden house.

The man's fingers rested on the boy's abdomen, and he saw the flesh and blood inside through the bandage.

This is his favorite.

He laughed again, retracted his fingers, put his hands on his chest and spread them out.

The scent was surrounded by invisible force, and the strong wind blew through, and the strange scent was condensed into a drop of water, floating above the man's palm, and then disappeared.

Layers of black mist covered the man's body from bottom to top. His almost perfect brow furrowed, and soon relaxed again, looking at Lin Zhizhi with a smile: "Alright."

When the black mist thickened and dispersed again, the man had disappeared, and Ya Xuan was lying on the bed with good grace.

The smell is gone, everything is as usual.