Shen Zhixian didn't have time to speak, and a group of fake Yan Jins followed to make a sensation, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Yan Jin, who was holding him, squeezed his lips tightly, circled his waist with one hand, and evaded him with one hand, and raised his sword without hesitation in one hand. The sword was light, and immediately shattered those fake Yan Jins into millions. The film turned into countless black mists, spread out, and disappeared after a while.

As soon as Shen Zhixian shook his eyes, due to his lack of security, he subconsciously held back Yan Jin's waist: "..."

His old waist!

To be cut off!

After all, the black mist cleared, and the surroundings settled down. Yan Jin landed on the ground steadily, and she let go of her hand, and then Shen Zhixian spit out the suffocated breath.

Often watched in TV series in the past, the male lead is holding a personal fight, more romantic and prestigious, all are fake! The one being held had the feeling that his waist was about to break!

After Shen Zhixian took a breath, she regained her consciousness, and then subconsciously pinched the Yan Jin in front of her to see if he was real.

But he forgot the place where he held his hand for a while, and immediately after he finished, he felt that Yan Jin's waist was stiff, and Yan Jin calmly held himself with a little helpless voice, "Master, don't pinch."

Only then did Shen Zhixian react, and her hands were stiffened, and she retreated inadvertently. She took a step back and coughed, "I am not afraid that you are also fake ... these fakes, but Chase me enough. "

He held his heart for a long time and finally let it go. Although the Yan Jins and Yan Jin in front of him looked the same, he just knew that those were fake, and this was true.

Yesterday's fake Yan Jin is also the same. Although the expressions are very similar, the behavior is unavoidable. The real Yan Jin will never stay in the same place when he meets Shen Zhixian. Everyone, he must have stepped towards Shen Zhixian first.

Don't let Shen Zhixian touch the wound, and I was afraid that he would find that it was just a fabricated illusion, not to mention that he later tried to conceal his identity ...

Shen Zhixian lowered his head and looked at Yan Jin's hand without seeing any wounds. A little doubt crossed his mind, but he was quickly suppressed by the four characters of "concealing his identity."

If it was just concealing his identity, it might be better to say ... but he not only concealed it, but also fabricated the identity of a cousin of Rouszi.

Thinking of this, Shen Zhixuan had a pain in his brain, just wanted to wear it back to himself at the time, and give his brain a hard and calm look.

He stole the look of Yan Jin, pondering the words: "A Jin, this time concealed his identity, in fact ..."

In fact, it didn't happen, so Shen Zhixian got a bit stuck, paused for a moment, and broke the jar. "... This is something I don't think well. Don't mind, just forget it."

He thought that Yan Jin would be angry and be teased like this, although the child was paralyzed from an early age, even if he was extremely angry, he would not show it. But he never expected that Yan Jin heard him this time, and a clear smile appeared on the bottom of his clear eyes, which was fleeting. If he didn't pay close attention, he would skip it. .

Shen Zhixian didn't dare to squeak, and his head was full of thoughts. Is this what the legend says, angrily anti-smiling?

He didn't speak, and Yan Jin took his mouth. His tone was usually calm and calm, even with a little faint to a little audible gentleness: "During this time, the disciples have been very happy. Yes, please forgive me, Master. "

Shen Zhixian can't hear the two words of Master now. When he hears it, he will remember his appearance in front of Yan Jin this time ... I do n’t know when Yan Jin knew and how he knew his identity.

He also didn't know, he didn't dare to ask, and he tilted his head uncomfortably, pretending to be calm: "You don't mind. It's not easy to show your identity outside, you still don't call me Master."

"Okay." Yan Jin responded quickly, almost as soon as his voice fell, and then asked softly, "So ... how should a disciple call you?"

Shen Zhixian vaguely felt that something had changed in Yan Jin, but it was not obvious, it was a little elusive, he was thinking hard, and he didn't think about it, and said vaguely: "It's just like the other days. "

This is obviously what makes him continue to shout. Yan Jin pursed her lips slightly, and shouted, "See you at the age."

"Well, here it is." Shen Zhixian couldn't figure out anything, so he stopped pondering, looked at the illusions around him, and decided to focus his attention on this strange mystery first. "After I entered the mystery ..."

He made a long story short and briefly explained this strange thing, and frowned and asked Yan Jin: "How did you get into the secret? What strange things did you encounter?"

Yan Jin adhering to his silent nature, he said in a few words what happened in this day and time.

"You opened the secret door before entering?" Shen Zhixian couldn't help but sigh, it was indeed the male lead, terribly, "Did you not see the source of those two voices?"

Yan Jin's face was as usual, but she calmly concealed the red miracle. She only said, "I didn't see it. It was foggy all the way, and I came here when I walked."

Shen Zhixian groaned for a moment, and couldn't think of a reason, and said, "Let's go and see what's here."

He turned around and walked along the way, taking a step, and found that Yan Jin had not followed, turning back slightly doubtfully: "What's the matter?"

Yan Jin seriously asked, "Do you want to hold hands?"

Shen Zhixian: "?????"

Almost instantly, he remembered that when he fell asleep together for the first time, Yan Jin's phrase "Do you want to hug", he finally reacted in shock-

When did Yan Jin become so proactive and open? If you say that you will sleep together, Yan Jin still does n’t know his identity, but he can only be regarded as a cousin, but he can still be justified. At the moment, the vest is lifted. He dare to ask such a question ...

It really surprised Shen Zhixian.

He asked subconsciously, "What do you do in hand?"

"Dangerous." Yan Jin said, looking serious as if he was studying some advanced swordsmanship, "afraid to lose."

His usually quiet and calm image is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and Shen Zhixian didn't think of anything else for a while, but he said that he still felt some truth.

This mystery is so weird, there are so many real, fake and fake things, if you do n’t hold hands ... who knows if the person you see looking back is still not the real person!

But holding hands seems inconvenient. He pondered for a moment and touched his head with his hand-not touching what he wanted.

Shen Zhixian used to use hair bands when he was in Qing Yunzong. Later, he went downhill to practice. In order to look more chivalrous, he changed his hairpin and forgot to bring two hair bands ... a bit wrong.

He retracted his hand with a little regret, and was thinking of pulling a placket instead of forgetting it, but Yan Jin seemed to see through his mind, turning his wrist, and a flowing cloud pattern ribbon adorned with a gentle Runyu Appeared in his palm.

Yan Jin handed the ribbon to Shen Zhixian: "Use this."

This brocade was familiar, and Shen Zhixian thought about it for a moment, then thought of it. Wasn't this the brocade that was thrown to the Tibetan sword Pavilion at the time and provoked Yan Jin regardless of trespassing?

This brocade belt should be very important to Yan Jin. At present, I haven't reached the point where there are no choices in the mountains and rivers. How can I be willing to take it out?

He took the brocade, glanced twice, and then unconsciously tempted: "It looks familiar to me ..."

Yan Jin stared at him, with complex emotions flashing under his eyes, he whispered, "Don't you remember when you were old?"

This question seemed to have some other meaning, but Shen Zhixian didn't hear it. He only accidentally glanced at Yan Jin's look. Somehow he felt sorry for Yan Jin. This feeling suddenly appeared, which made him feel blank for a moment.

He immediately turned his gaze back to the brocade, suppressing this emotion, trying to ignore Yan Jin's burning eyes, pretending a moment of contemplation, and suddenly saying, "Ah, this is the brocade that fell in the Tibetan Sword Pavilion that year? This should be You important things, what to do if you break them ... "

Yan Jin whispered: "It's very important. But age is more important."

Shen Zhixian was caught off guard when he heard such a sentence, and the inexplicable blushed—oh, what happened to Yan Jin!

Those who know do know that he came out to practice, and those who do n’t know think which mysterious places he went to to learn some sweet words and come back!

He didn't dare to say more and asked more. He quickly lifted the ribbon, so the two tied their wrists with each other with that long ribbon, tight and easily unable to untie.

Where to go, Shen Zhixuan also has no heart, but it doesn't matter. The person next to him is the hero of this world!

So Yan Jin found a direction at will, and the two tied their wrists and walked next to each other.

...

This place is really weird. The mountains, rivers, water, trees and flowers all look normal, but there is always some strange black gas floating around.

The two walked here for several days, neither found a way out, nor saw anyone again.

I don't know if it's been a long time, or for some other reason. Shen Zhixuan felt more and more tired, and drowsiness kept rising, and sometimes he walked and even fell down to sleep.

When he was resting at night, he clearly should be a little more alert, but he couldn't get over the sleepiness, and slept over, and slept extraordinarily long.

Early this morning, Yan Jin called him for a long time before waking him up. Waking up was not very clear, and he was tired and weak and leaned against Yan Jin's arms. It took him a long time to fully wake up.

He thought it was because of a heart ailment, and in the past few days, he did n’t need Yan Jin to urge him to eat the elixir made for him by the four elders on time three times a day, but his heart ailment did not occur, but the drowsiness, which became increasingly heavy, called him Almost unsustainable.

I don't know how many days I left, and I finally saw someone on that day.

The man in the black robe was probably just digging out the spirit fruit grass, with a small bag in his hand, and looked dumb. Shen Zhixian was going to go and inquire with him about the situation. The man in the black robe saw Shen Zhixian and walked away. Instead, he came forward on his own initiative.

"Your body is very weak, it's time to eat something." The man in the black robe looked at Shen Zhixian, his young face was all serious, "Otherwise you will disappear."

His gaze fell straight on Shen Zhixian, and there was no mention of Yan Jin next to him.

This feeling seems to have met. Creepy looks familiar.

Shen Zhixuan's sleepiness was slightly suppressed, and he reluctantly responded: "What does this mean?"

The man fixedly looked at him for a long while, then suddenly lowered his head, flipped from the small cloth bag in his hand, and turned out a small gray fruit, and handed it to Shen Zhixuan: "What is not very good, send You stop, eat up your body soon. "

I don't know what the fruit is, it looks very inconspicuous, but it smells sweet.

This sweetness was transmitted to the nose, and Shen Zhixuan's thoughts were chaotic. With a stunned expression, the subconscious would take the fruit.

However, the next instant, Yan Jin took his hand and moved him back.

And the fruit-bone was rolling down to the ground.

The man in the black robe could not see Yan Jin, but could only see Shen Zhixian step back and fell his fruit to the ground.

He looked slightly changed, feeling that he was disappointed with good intentions, a little angry, his voice was a bit cold, and stiffly said, "I see that you are not well, and give you spiritual fruits with kindness. Just do n’t appreciate it, do n’t do it in the future. regret."

He flees angrily, without picking up the fruit.

Shen Zhixian was dragged, and suddenly looked back, when looking down at the fruit, his heart suddenly became cold-where is there any gray fruit? Only a thick black gas!

The smell floated, and there was a faint stench, the sweet taste that no one could smell.

Shen Zhixian stood there for a long time, and Yan Jin shook his hand in anxiety, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhixian felt as if he knew something, and he was so sleepy and swollen again, that he was confused into a ball, and thought nothing, only shook his head tiredly: "Nothing, I'm hungry."

The things here are weird. The two didn't dare to eat them. Fortunately, before entering the secret area, Shen Zhixian prepared a lot of dry food and water. In the past few days, Yan Jin was able to break the valley, and he was holding these dry foods.

Shen Zhixian is not a willful person. Under these environmental conditions, even if these dry foods are more difficult to eat several times, in order to survive, he can swallow them without any change, but today, somehow, he wanted to vomit.

"I don't want to eat ..." He stomped away the dry food that he had just taken a bite, barely drank two sips of water, and refused to eat anymore. He leaned on Yan Jin and looked at the stream not far away.

There were many swimming fishes in the stream. They were fat and tender, and there was no sense of crisis. They were tossing on the water, and there was a stupid fish, who had been tossing too much, and turned himself on the shore and rolled on the shore.

Shen Zhixian saw it, and suddenly remembered the grilled fish from the man in the gray robe. It was almost an instant, and the strong desire to eat grilled fish came up.

He sat upright, straight up, and got up to pick up the fish and cook it.

Yan Jin noticed that he was wrong, and took him immediately, "See you!"

If Shen Zhixian didn't smell it, he only had grilled fish in his eyes and couldn't eat grilled fish. He was uncomfortable and tortured to death. He even felt that he would continue to sleep like this, and one day he would never wake up.

Only the grilled fish could save him.

He struggled to get rid of Yan Jin. Probably too eager, he burst into the greatest strength, and Yan Jin did not dare to force too much because he was afraid of hurting him, but he almost did not hold people back.

"Master!" He yelled, a rare nervousness, and pulled him back tightly in his arms.

Shen Zhixian was shouted a little by him, and said in a difficult way: "I want to eat that fish ..."

Yan Jin listened tightly, and he looked up at the fish on the shore that had been lacking for too long and hadn't moved much-to be precise, it was a black skull with a fish skull and a foul smell. Fishy.

"That's fake, all black ... Master! See you!"

However, Shen Zhixian could not hear him at all, his eyes began to loosen, his body began to spasm, his hands waved wildly, his fingertips twitched, like a drowning man looking for life-saving driftwood.

He murmured the grilled fish with a loud voice, and his expression was extremely painful. After a while, he seemed to be in extreme pain. He made a short "ah" sound, and the cold sweat on his forehead immediately came down.

Yan Jin wrapped his shoulders in one hand to keep him from getting up, and wrapped his two hands in one hand, unable to appease him. In desperation, Yan Jin gritted her teeth, lowered her head slightly, and she met Shen Zhixian's forehead.

Shen Zhixian's forehead was all cold and cold, Yan Jin slightly pressed against him to keep him from moving, and then passed the spiritual force from the place where the two met, gently soothing Shen Zhixian.

This was indeed effective. After a while, Shen Zhixuan gradually calmed down, and the anxiety and uncomfortable feeling eased a lot. He gasped, his eyes cleared a bit, and as soon as he was awake, he saw that it was close at hand, Yan Jin, immediately A moment.

It was too close, and the tip of the nose was lightly touched. The heat that Yan Jin gave out when he spoke was sprayed on Shen Zhixian's lips, so that he couldn't help licking his lips.

Yan Jin saw the misunderstanding in his eyes, and the transmission of spiritual power was still on. His throat was tight, and he just said gently, "See you at the age, close your eyes."

Shen Zhixian froze, subconsciously listened to his words, and closed his eyes blankly.

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