Zhou Xuanlan didn't say a word, and under the candlelight, his dark eyes were particularly deep and quiet.

I guess I have learned enough lessons. Chen Liuxiang let go of his hand and looked at the magic circle, "I'll pass the spirit for you first."

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes and glanced at his hands, sat cross-legged into the formation, and circulated the spiritual power in his body for dozens of times, and opened his eyes.

Seeing this, Chen Liuxiang stepped into the formation. Du Ling only needed to touch him. He planned to shake hands with Du Ling, but as soon as he reached out, he saw the person opposite him take out a thin rope from the storage bag.

"Disciple is ready to have a spiritual rope."

After saying that, he wrapped the spiritual rope around his sinking wrist and tied it to himself at the other end.

After he was ready, he passed his spiritual power to the sound of the sinking sound, and found that borrowing the spiritual rope could also be unobstructed. The corner of his lips curled slightly: "Okay, Master."

Sinking: "..."

While untiing the bow on his wrist, he said, "Have you been touched enough? I'll hold it to you and pass the spirit."

Zhou Xuanlan frowned: "It takes half an hour to pass the spirit, and it has been too long."

Chen Liuyi narrowed his eyes slightly, watching his serious explanation of the spiritual power transmitted from one person to another. The two of them blended with spiritual power, their perception of each other would be enlarged, and holding it together would aggravate this feeling.

inappropriate.

Shen Liuji pulled the corners of his lips: "Since that's the case, I can only use the word book method."

Zhou Xuanlan showed doubts: "What method?"

After the words came, the thin lips were pressed by the slightly cool fingertips, and a threatening whisper came from his ear, "It's just that if you don't extend your hand, I'll just stick it to you to pass the spirit."

Zhou Xuanlan's heart suddenly pounded wildly, and his breath was in a mess for a moment.

"Use, use your hands."

The sound of the sinking lips couldn't help but smile.

"Don't say I'm bullying you," he grabbed Zhou Xuanlan's hand and passed over his spiritual power. "You are too reserved, what's wrong with the master's handshake."

Zhou Xuanlan lowered his eyes and looked at the hands of the two intersecting each other, pursing his lips and not speaking.

Too close.

He closed his eyes and concentrated for a long time before he put aside the messy thoughts in his mind. He was about to concentrate on adjusting the spiritual power in his body, a little itch suddenly came from his palm.

Someone scratched his fingertips.

Zhou Xuanlan's long eyelashes moved slightly, and his mind became restless again.

He closed his eyes tightly, pretending not to notice, and sat still in place.

If you endure it, maybe your master will stop doing it.

Unexpectedly, the sound of the sinking sound found fun, and the fingertips fell on his slightly wet palm, and he started writing words one after another.

Zhou Xuanlan's forehead has slightly protruded.

The process of crossing the spirit was particularly boring. The sound of the sound of the sound of the cheeks was held. When I was bored, I saw the calm and handsome face and my fingers moved secretly, wanting to see the changes in his expression.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Xuanlan didn't move at all and didn't notice it at all. He was surprised that the concentration was too strong, and he was immersed in his own small world and could not feel the movements outside.

In such a state of meditation, he was beyond his reach.

While sighing, the sound of the sinking continued to zig his palms and pass the time.

Just then, the storage bag was moving.

The sound of the sinking sound took out the jade slip, and the sound of howling wind wafted out from it, mixed with a low voice.

"Master, is it fun?"

The sound of the sinking sounded and stopped his movements in disappointment.

He thought Zhou Xuanlan couldn't notice it, but he didn't expect to react so quickly... Could it be that his clone complained?

The sound of the sinking sound blinked, and repeatedly promised Yu Jian to stop and not make fun of his clones.

When the light was dark, he began to whip his hands and settled the score. He reached out and poked his face close to him, "Will you still complain?"

Zhou Xuanlan remained motionless, and only had long eyelashes trembled.

A muffled hum: "Why are you so bad?"

Zhou Xuanlan finally opened his eyes and showed a cramped expression on his face, "I didn't complain... I was already connected with my true body, and I realized it."

Chen Liuxun: "He can't pay attention to this place at any time, you must have reminded him."

Zhou Xuanlan was silent for a moment, opened his mouth to explain, but closed it again.

It was the master who disturbed his state of mind that he was discovered.

"Forget it, I won't bother you,"

The spiritual power was almost over, Shen Liuying retracted his hand, "I went to sleep."

Zhou Xuanlan breathed a sigh of relief, raised his eyes and saw him walking inward, and was stunned: "Master is resting here?"

Shen Liuji walked to the edge of the bed, untied her slender white fingers, squinted her eyes and yawned, "Don't you want to meditate all night? This bed is also empty, so I'll lie down for a while."

He looked back as he said that.

The screens on both sides of the bed suddenly moved, and closed behind him with a "splash", blocking his gaze and blocking him between them.

The sinking sound: "..." is of particular importance.

He put his outer robe on the screen, lay on the bed, and fell asleep soon after.

After waking up, Zhou Xuanlan was no longer seen in the room. Shen Liuxiang put on his clothes, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and walked out the door.

As soon as he crossed the threshold, he saw the three people coming and talking in a low voice. He only recognized Shifang. The other two were burly, with a cold face, and the other was beautiful with a beautiful eyebrow. He turned his eyes around and found him first, and his footsteps were in place.

"I'm blind! A beauty appears in our demon king's room early in the morning!"

Luo Yu looked at the young man with black hair at the door and fair and delicate face, and widened his eyes, "No wonder the beautiful demons of Bahuang are despised by the Lord."

Lu Wuwen looked at him and frowned and said, "Don't talk nonsense, that should be the master."

Luo Yu took a breath: "Does the master lack junior brother, or is there a master father?"

"Be careful that the Lord heard it. He stripped your fish skin and dried it into small fish." Shifang coughed and pinned the flute to his waist. "No surprise, this is our demon queen, please be careful."

The corridor was silent for a moment, and Luo Yu and Lu Wu's faces were incredible.

When Zhou Xuanlan came back, he saw three subordinates pushing me in front of Shen Liuxiang, "Sir, you can spit water. Is it suitable to be the commander of the Eight Desolates?" "You have thin arms and legs, where is it suitable? Sir, you look at me." "So despicable, I wouldn't tell you if I had known it."

He lowered his face: "What are you doing?"

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Even though he knew that it was not his true body, Shifang and others' gallbladder trembled and retreated.

Zhou Xuanlan was unhappy: "If you pester my master, you will retreat."

When a few people left, Shen Liuyi held a lot of treasures and threw them into the storage bag. "Your subordinates actually bribed me and asked me to say good things in front of you."

Zhou Xuanlan: "They don't know etiquette."

Chen Liuxiang: "I think it's pretty good, especially the roe who can spit water, looks very clever."

Zhou Xuanlan's eyes slightly closed: "Is that true?"

The three people who left passed by the pavilion, Luo Yu suddenly stopped and a chill rose behind him.

Lu Wu: "What's wrong?"

Luo Yu's face turned pale: "It seems that he has miscalculated it. If Master praises us in front of the Lord, the Lord will not consider the affairs of the Grand Commander. It would be a good thing if he doesn't kill us."

Shifang: "Why?"

Luo Yu holds his forehead: "The vinegar tank is easy to turn over."

Lu Wu and Shifang were stunned and suddenly realized. The three of them looked at each other outside the pavilion and froze in place.

Shen Liuxun was about to return to Juanyun Pavilion, but Zhou Xuanlan left with him in the morning.

The two appeared on the bustling streets, and within a while, they attracted the attention of many demon cultivators.

At first, the sinking sounded, thinking that everyone was looking at him, touching the mask, and wondering for a moment, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful banshe cultivator on the roadside, but the direction he was cast was a little distorted.

He turned his head and saw the cold-looking person beside him.

Zhou Xuanlan's true body was too powerful. Even if he did not intend to do so, it made other monsters breathless and felt timid and dared not approach.

But at this time, it was a clone, with less pressure, and the aura of a big monster was scattered all over his body, and he couldn't help but become a walking hot commodity.

Seeing his eyes, Zhou Xuanlan turned his head and asked, "What do you think of me?"

"You look good."

Zhou Xuanlan was stunned and curled his lips and replied, "Master is better."

The sound of chuckled and smelled the fragrance of osmanthus. He looked around and found the shop selling pastries, "I'll buy some, you're waiting for me here."

Zhou Xuanlan's tone rose slightly.

"good."
To be continued...