Infinite World Projection

　　A teenager lay quietly in the pothole.

　　The boy's age is not old, but he is only fifteen or sixteen years old. It seems to be a little younger than Song Sanjie now, but his appearance is very outstanding. Junxiu is a kind of extreme, perfect to an extreme.

　　He is exquisite in appearance, with no slight flaws visible all over his body. His skin is made of white jade, and his inch is like jade.

　　 Even more crucial is that the qi on his body is like the falling of the Nine Heavens Fairy, and he is approached high above the middle and brings some approachability, which makes people feel a sense of intimacy.

　　 Even in the wild, such a situation, you can not hide its style.

　　Song San stood there for a long time for a long time.

　　From small to big, although he is brilliant, but seriously speaking, the people he sees on weekdays are actually very limited. The most beautiful person he has seen is just a young lady of the Song family.

　　 People are afraid of contrast.

　　Compared with the character in front of her, the Miss Song family was compared at once, and it was not a character at all.

　　 The portrait in front of me is a fairy above the world, and Miss Song's family, after all, is just a mortal.

　　 "Who is this person? Why are you here?"

　　The thought flashed in Song San's heart, where he fell into thought.

　　Even if you are amazed by the style of the person in front of you, there are basic judgments.

　　 Such an elegant person cannot be an ordinary person, or even if it is, with the other person's face, it can be said that it is not.

　　 The costumes worn by the other party are also very luxurious and not unusual.

　　 Such characters should live in the deep palace, and enjoy honor, why are they here?

　　Song San's thoughts rose up in his heart, and he thought quickly in his mind.

　　 Only in the end, he reached out and rescued the man.

　　No matter what, this person's identity is not unusual. Saving him may bring some risks, but it may also get unusually rich returns.

In the case of Song San, if he does not seize this opportunity, when can he really turn over?

　　Thinking again and again, he chose to step forward and rescued him.

　　 On the way home, he was cautious all the way, for fear of being seen by others.

Fortunately, at this moment everyone is looking for the so-called fairy edge, plus just a heavy rain just let many people hide from the rain everywhere, there are not many people left outside.

　　 Song Sanyi copied the path back and did not encounter any accidents.

　　Brought the mysterious boy back, Song Sanzheng wanted to change it to a clean pair of clothes, but suddenly he was shocked.

　　In just a short time, all the original stains on the boy in front of him disappeared, and even the previous soil traces disappeared completely, as if they did not exist at all.

　　 His heart was awe-inspiring, at this time he had realized something.

　　In order to verify the conjecture in his heart, he thought about it and pulled out a knife from the corner of the house.

　　 The knife is made of iron and looks very old, with some rust on it, but there are many uses.

　　Song San took the knife in his hand, took a deep breath, and gently drew a knife at the teenager's wrist.

　　 The cold blade and the young man's wrist staggered past, leaving only a shallow scratch, but nothing else.

　　 Next, Song San continued to work hard.

　　 A strange scene happened.

　　No matter how hard Song San exerts his strength, the body of the teenager is still, let alone injured, even the skin is not broken.

　　 He seems to be an invulnerable man, no matter how hard he tries, he can't hurt him at all, but he is tired enough.

　　 Sitting at the head of the bed, looking at the youthful white as jade, and his compliant wrist as before, Song San wondered if this was already stronger than the armor.

　　He had already used the strength of breastfeeding, but he still could not move a minute, let alone let it bleed, and could not even break the skin.

　　 This kind of anomaly is enough to explain something.

　　 "Xianyuan..."

　　Song San's eyes lit up, and at this time he finally affirmed his guess.

　　 This young man is not a mortal, his origins are extraordinary.

　　Maybe...is it related to the previous vision?

　　 "It may be dangerous, but for me, there is no better choice..."

　　Song San looked at the appearance of the teenager and thought to himself.

　　 He actually knew the danger of this matter.

　　 There are immortals, does not mean that it is a good thing, especially in this case.

　　If the other party is a gangster, after his awakening, he will revenge, then he would not be fortunate if he introduces mortals.

　　 But there is no way.

　　 He has a low status and is in a difficult situation. If he doesn't take the opportunity to give it a go, when will he get rid of the embarrassment before him?

　　 For mortals like him, the chances of life-changing can not be encountered many times in a lifetime. Now that they have encountered it, they must never let it go.

　　 Moreover...

　　Song San looked at the young man, looked like the appearance of the immortal god, and there was a unique temperament that emerged from the heart and made people feel unconsciously close.

　　Although it is superficial to judge people by their appearance, the fairy in front of him does not look like a gangster.

　　 Maybe, is a good person?

　　 From this day on, Song San began to explain things in depth.

　　After leaving on weekdays, he will lock his room door and prevent anyone from entering. Even if he leaves, he will not leave too far, fearing that someone will discover the secret.

　　 Of course, what he didn't do was too obvious, otherwise there was no three hundred and two silver here.

　　He is very thoughtful, and the layout is quite good. At least for the time being, not many people have discovered his anomaly. At most, he only feels that Song San has been lazy recently, and he will go home and rest.

　　 Time passes slowly, without any shift of will.

　　 What disappointed Song San was that after half a month had passed, the fairy on the head of the bed still showed no signs of waking up.

　　No response at all.

　　 This makes people feel discouraged.

　　 The only advantage is that this fairy seems to be sleeping like a living person, but it does not need to drink water to eat, and it can maintain the previous appearance, without Song San worrying about anything.

　　If this is not the case, under Song San’s condition, if there are more mouths in the family, I am afraid that he will be able to eat directly.

　　 "Half a month..."

　　 The night is hazy, and the surrounding world is enveloped, making the whole world look deeper to the side, with no sight at all.

　　As usual~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Song San finished the fairy and walked out of the house and came outside.

　　 Today is a special day. The villagers all around gather to worship the local mountain gods and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.

　　For monotonous mountain people, this day is a rare and lively day.

　　 skipped drum sounds, continually oscillated, and some figures moved around, dancing various dances.

　　 Song San looked sleepy, but those around him looked vigorous.

　　I don't know what's nice about it.

　　He thought this way, but he didn't say it.

　　Rarely busy days, there is no need to say something disappointing.

　　 On a small table that was simply set up with wood, a woman dressed in red appeared on the stage and danced.

　　Breeze breeze Xu Xu came, blowing up her sleeves, showing her beautiful posture, looking very beautiful.

　　 The eyes of many people below became hot, and even Song San’s attention shifted, staring at the past.

　　 It's just that he has different concerns from others.

　　 Looking at the woman, he always felt that this person gave him a weird feeling, which didn't seem to be what normal people should be.

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