Shen Zhixian dragged Yan Jin with her right hand, and her left hand clung to the edge of the cliff to prevent herself from being taken down.

The small jade bottle rolled across not far from his right hand. As long as he let go of Yan Jin's hand and grabbed it with ease, he could pick it up, but his hand was always loose and not loose.

Yan Jin wanted to catch it for him, but Xiaoyuping rubbed his fingertips and fell down relentlessly.

The cliff was so high that the little jade bottle fell down and could not hear any movement.

Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth and was about to pull the person up. The half of the snake was still rolling, and a spasm hit the hand where he was dragging the person. The snake's head swayed and suddenly opened its mouth. !!

If this mouth is closed right up, Shen Zhixuan's hand will have to be cut in two.

As soon as Shen Zhixian gritted his teeth, his left hand grabbed the snake quickly and loosely. The snake's teeth were worthy of piercing the flesh. The venom had just sprayed a little bit and was thrown by Shen Zhixuan under the cliff.

This toss, Shen Zhixian's body was suddenly taken a lot outside the cliff.

But he still held Yan Jin's hand tightly.

Yan Jin's mask of silence was finally broken. He restrained the complex emotions in his heart, only to find out that his voice was tight, so tight that he could only shout "Master", and then he could not speak.

The gray snake's blood was smelly and sticky, and Shen Zhixuan's head was faint, and it took him a long time to pull him up.

His heart fluttered, and he closed his eyes, endured a moment of dizziness, and didn't talk to Yan Jin. He walked back a few steps away from the edge of the cliff, and sat down against a sturdy tree, sighing tiredly.

Yan Jin, who was in a circle of life and death, was better than him, and followed quickly, pulling his sleeve silently to wipe the blood on his hand for Shen Zhixuan.

Shen Zhixian supported a long leg, one hand was held by Yan Jin, and the other hand was straightened and arbitrarily placed on the knee, with her head slightly tilted, leaning against the trunk, closing her eyes, and breathing a little harder.

If he ignores his blood-stained lips, he now looks like a swordsman who walks the horizon with his sword, tired, and rests here, casual and wanton.

But Yan Jin knew that he couldn't hold it anymore. The gray snake raided, and before Shen Zhixian had time to take the medicine, he was tossing again and was bitten by the gray snake.

Gray snake's poison is not lethal, it will only make people stunned. Ordinary people will faint for two or three days, and now Shen Zhixian is mostly fainted for a long time.

"Master, just ... why not let go?"

He asked Shen Zhixian's intellect to pull back slightly. He opened his eyes halfway, his eyes narrowed for a moment, and then gathered on Yan Jin.

The young man knelt in front of him, looking dignified, as if the beast that had done something bad was caught, anxiously waiting for unknown punishment.

Shen Zhixian looked at him, and suddenly felt a little bit wanting to laugh, coughed, and held back again.

This is a good time to play emotional cards. Shen Zhixian lowered his eyelids and sighed, but he had no choice but to forgive: "If you shout as a teacher, you will not let go."

Yan Jin moved instantly, a strange light flashed under her eyes. His lips trembled, and he seemed to want to say something. In the end, he only said, "Master ... rest first, and your disciples are here to guard."

This is exactly the answer Shen Zhixian wants.

Although Yan Jin's past events remembered him deeply, but by nature, he was a man with a clear, stable, and reliable love and hate.

He had just counted Shen Zhixian, and was rescued by Shen Zhixian regardless of his previous suspicion. Now that he has heard this, he must not be able to leave the person in the middle of the night and sneak away by himself.

Shen Zhixian let go of half of her heart, thinking in drowsiness, as to calculate his account, wait for it to go out.

Yan Jin did not leave, although he did have such a thought, but when he fell on the cliff and was firmly grasped by Shen Zhixian, the thought was completely dissipated.

The twilight was heavy, and the night in the mountain was a bit cold. Shen Zhixian lost his spiritual protection. He felt a bit chill in his drowsiness, shivered, and curled up uncomfortably.

He sat leaning against the tree, leaning his head back slightly against the trunk, and slowly moved to the side.

Yan Jin saw it, stretched out his hand, and gently touched Shen Zhixian's forehead, blocking his tendency to fall.

However, a gust of cool wind blew through, and Shen Zhixian was shivering again. He frowned when he was lethargic, and turned his head again unhappyly.

This time, almost half of his forehead touched Yan Jin's hand. The warmth of his palm made him feel very comfortable. He nodded subconsciously, and murmured a word in his mouth: "Cold ..."

Yan Jin noticed something wrong. He put down the sword with his other hand, and carefully and carefully covered Shen Zhixian's forehead.

Slightly feverish.

Shen Zhixian was having a low fever.

The wind blew the leaves, and the moonlight was dripping through the branches, reflecting the mottled shadows.

He hesitated for a while, took off his coat and put it on Shen Zhixian, and then gently wrapped around Shen Zhixian's shoulders, and took him into his arms, trying to block him from the cool breeze.

The young and hot chest slightly dissipated some of the coolness on Shen Zhixuan, his eyebrows spread out, his head rested on Yan Jin's shoulders, and he froze, adjusting a more comfortable posture. Unconsciously, his hand moved, and he rested casually on Yan Jin's thigh.

Shen Zhixian's hand was also cold, but Yan Jin felt that the place touched by him seemed to be burning.

Incredibly hot.

He sat stiffly under the tree, Shen Zhixuan leaned in his arms intimately and unpreparedly, and the sound of subtle breathing repeated loudly in his ear.

Yan Jin's hand was stiff and helpless for a long time, before finally carefully resting on the white man's thin shoulders.

Shen Zhixian's skeleton was thin, so he reached out and just wrapped his entire shoulder.

The waist is even thinner with his shoulders down ... When he picked up someone from the hot spring that day, he had captured Shen Zhixuan's waist.

It's really fine.

It is such a person that when he was young, a sword rose and the situation moved, winning the name of Qing Yunzong and even the first young boy Jian Xiu in the cultivation world. No one has surpassed it yet.

It's a pity that it is short-lived.

The young man thought for a moment that Shen Zhixuan's head was scratched. I don't know what happened, he suddenly felt that the ears were a little itchy and a little hot. He turned his head blankly, looking at Shen Zhixian's sleeping face, and gave birth to a worry that he had not even noticed.

The stars flickered in the sky, and there was silence all around.

Fortunately, no monsters came to make trouble, and the middle of the night passed so quietly. However, when the dew rose in the middle of the night, the humidity and cold forced Shen Zhixian to start to feel uneasy again.

The damp and cold wind invaded the body through the clothes. The chilled image seemed to penetrate into the bone, painful and numb, causing him to frown uncomfortably, and instinctively shrank into Yan Jin's arms.

Yan Jin noticed that he was wrong, and pursed his lips, tightening him a bit.

His move indulged the sick.

Shen Zhixian moved around in a drowsiness, and he shrank for a moment, still feeling cold. The hand that originally rested on Yan Jin's thigh, did not know when to climb up quietly, grabbed Yan Jin's placket, and searched for the hot source of his desire.

But the hot heat source was blocked by a layer of something, Shen Zhixian was very dissatisfied, muttered something, and began to pull hard.

The lining was thin, and Shen Zhixian quickly loosened Yan Jin's neckline. The verdant fingertips touched her chest, and she couldn't help shrinking with the hot temperature.

However, the comfort of being depressed by the coldness of the next moment made him happy again, and continued to pull harder, trying to turn the entire heat source out, and to lean on the whole person.

That doesn't work.

Yan Jin hesitated for a moment and started to stop. He was originally holding Shen Zhixuan's shoulder with one hand and holding the sword with one hand hanging down to his side. Now he can only lower the sword and catch Shen Zhixian's hand to keep him from moving.

But Shen Zhixian finally found the heat source, how could it be so easy to give up. The ill person is the most unreasonable. The more Yan Jin obstructs him, the more he is wronged, and the more he is wronged, the more he is tossed.

Regardless of his tossing, Yan Jin had to pay attention to the surroundings and be careful not to hurt him. Under various constraints, Shen Zhixian found an opportunity to tear the thin placket.

A slight tear.

Shen Zhixian pressed the entire palm against the hot chest, and sighed comfortably, finally contented, and his head froze again, and finally found a good place at the neck of Yan Jin, with his forehead against Yan Jin's neck And slept again.

Yan Jin froze, Shen Zhixuan's cold hands stuck to his chest, but he didn't feel a little coldness, he just felt like a ball of fire in his chest.

Burn him to wear.

He didn't dare to provoke Shen Zhixian any more, fearing that he would tore his whole clothes apart regardless of his care, and could only continue to stiffen his face and let his hands rest on his chest.

The position of the heart.

After finally getting through the first light of the sun, Shen Zhixian quit his fever and finally woke up.

Probably the poison was used to attack the poison, but the torment of the gray snake made his heart disease not fully attacked.

Shen Zhixian yawned lazily and opened his eyes. He thought it would be difficult to endure the night. Who knew that when he woke up, he didn't feel uncomfortable except a little flustered and hungry. His neck was slightly sour, probably caused by sleeping on the tree all night.

He glanced at Yan Jin who was quietly holding the sword beside him, a little relieved.

Very good, not saved.

but……

Shen Zhixian frowned and looked at Yan Jin's weird collar. "What's wrong?"

Yan Jin held her sword for a moment, and said, "It's a lynx in the night, and it was torn when it was caught."

Shen Zhixian faintly "um", and did not continue to ask, but there are 100,000 unbelievers in his heart-what clever Bobcat is so clever, if not pull, you have to go around and pull the collar of the shirt

The bad guy Bacheng did something bad at night and didn't want him to know.

Shen Zhixuan converged, and when he turned back, he had to think of a way to suppress Yan Jin's bad thoughts.