MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 65 Soul dream

At this time, Shen Zhixian was not Shen Zhixian, he was just a young man who had been alive many years ago.

The spooky and chic originally shocked and brilliant, but was a joke by destiny, broke his pride and did not say, almost saw his body is not his own.

After many years of going through life and death, he finally regained his complete youth.

But when I see this young man, he can no longer be as desperate as ever before. He has lost too many things, and under the surface of his calm return, he is still covered with scars.

Shen Zhixuan felt that her nose was sore, her eyes were hot, and all kinds of emotions rolled in her chest, so she couldn't calm down.

Yan Jin only scratched for a moment, then reached out and put him into his arms.

Just as long ago, I saw Bao Yan Yan as a child.

Shen Zhixian looped around Yan Jin's waist, his head was buried in Yan Jin's arms, listening to Yan Jin's strong heartbeat, forbearing tears, trying to calm his mood.

Yan Jin didn't say a word, he was not good at talking, and he couldn't say many interesting words like when he saw Xiao Yan Jin at the age, he could only do his best to give Shen Zhixuan a warm hug.

I didn't know how to hold it for a long time, Shen Zhixian drew his nose and was about to loosen Yan Jin and sit up straight, but Yan Jin lowered her head, raised his hand to lift his face, and kissed a little damp in the corner of his eyes.

Shen Zhixian was caught off guard and felt the hot breath spraying in the corner of his eye. He subconsciously tilted his head and Yan Jin's lips fell on his side.

The ears turned red silently. Fortunately, in the dim, Yan Jin might not be able to see too clearly. With a hint of luck, Shen Zhixian leaned back slightly, reached out and held Yan Jin's hand on his face, and compelled calmly, "What to do."

His tone was fairly calm, with a slight nasal tone, Yan Jin didn't speak, hand down, one hand wrapped around his waist, one hand bent through his leg, and hugged him.

Suddenly the princess hugged Shen Zhixuan into an "ah" voice, subconsciously pinched Yan Jin's neck, and then responded: "Let me down ..."

Yan Jin hugged him not far from the cliff, then put him down, and fastened one hand to his waist.

Shen Zhixian looked under his eyes. Although his memory had been restored, it was also true that he stepped on the empty staircase and fell to his death. He still suggested this height a little, only glanced again, and retracted into Yan Jin's arms.

He probably guessed what Yan Jin wanted to do. Before he said that he wanted to see the scenery here, but he was afraid of heights. Yan Jin was afraid to accompany him to realize this little wish.

Although Haoyue is now fading, the stars are dim, and the surroundings are dim, there is nothing to look at, but Yan Jin has this heart, and Shen Zhixian feels a lot better.

Yan Jin raised her hand and spread her palm.

A cloud of green light appeared in his palm, and Shen Zhixian froze, watching the familiar little grass buds linger in Yan Jin's palms, twisting around, he said, "This is also ... the soul-grass?"

Yan Jin said aloud, and whispered softly, "I have only known recently."

The meaning of his words is not very clear. Shen Zhixuan couldn't tell whether he was just recently to know that Xiaocaoya was the soul-grassing grass, or that he had just restored his memory and learned some past events.

Xiao Caoya fell asleep for a long time, and finally woke up, happily jumping from Yan Jin's palm to Shen Zhixian's shoulder, holding a strand of his hair lightly, sliding down: "Oh! O!"

When Yan Jin saw Xiaocao Bu left, her palms gathered and opened again, this time a peach blossom branch appeared on his palm.

There were still three or four peach flowers on the flowering branch, one of which was blooming and was preserved by some technique to stay at the most beautiful moment.

When Shen Zhixian saw this flowering branch, he hesitated: "This is ..."

"It's the age of seeing the flower branch that was gifted to me in the mysterious realm." Yan Jin whispered softly, with a faint smile in her words, "I'm very happy and I like it."

Shen Zhixian also responded. This was a small peach blossom in the secret realm he turned into a sword, and later gave it to Yan Jin.

A small peach blossom was destroyed to perfection by him at the time after he used to kill and kill the little ghost. He gave it to Yan Jin and didn't take it to heart. He thought that Yan Jin threw it away, but who knows, Yan Jin has so preciously preserved it as a technique and has kept it so far.

Shen Zhixian suddenly felt a little regretful. He grabbed Yan Jin's sleeve and said earnestly: "This flower is not good-looking, and I will fold you a more beautiful one."

Yan Jin didn't say anything, he threw the flower branch in front of him gently, and the flower branch was obliquely slid into the soil. He called softly, "Bud."

The grass bud yelled, reluctantly swaying from the end of Shen Zhixuan's hair, turning around the flower branch, turning around and around, the green and thin light fell on the flower branch, the soil, and gradually blended into each other. .

The flowering branch was rooted in the soil, and it grew taller and taller, and soon grew into a sturdy peach tree. The peach blossoms were full of branches above it, blooming, half blooming, budding, and the wind blows, It fell and confused Shen Zhixian's eyes.

Shen Zhixian was stunned, and only a moment later, he looked at the little grass bud that was sitting on the ground like a paralyzed paralyzed, panting and panting, and sighed: "... the grass bud is really amazing."

Xiao Caoya heard that he was exaggerated, and immediately a rousing spirit stood up again, proudly with his hips twisted.

Shen Zhixian was amused by his arrogant gesture, and his heart was much relaxed. He simply pulled Yan Jin to sit on the floor under the flower tree, and joked, "Can this be regarded as the flower before the moon? Well, there seems to be no moon."

The scene was very beautiful, and he didn't want to think about those troubled things for a while, only laughed and joked, cherishing a moment of joy.

Yan Jin glanced at him and whispered, "I will have it when I see it."

He pointed his fingers to each other and did not know what spell was cast. Shen Zhixian felt a faint barrier rising flatly, covering them together with the flower tree.

The surrounding scenery suddenly became a lot hazy, and then little by little, there was a small star-like light, which gradually appeared in the air, the light wind blows, blowing the darkness, blowing a round of bright moon, rising slowly.

Lingling moonlight was falling, Shen Zhixuan slightly raised his head, and unconsciously brought a gentle smile between his eyebrows. He raised his hand to catch a ray of moonlight, and sighed, "A Jin will grow up and make people happy."

He looked at the bright moon, Yan Jin looked at him, intently like watching rare treasures: "Are you happy at that age?"

"Happy."

Shen Zhixian replied with a smile. He looked at the moon for a while and turned to speak with Yan Jin, but Yan Jin was too close to him. As soon as he turned around, he almost wiped Yan Jin's lips.

He leaned back slightly, trying to avoid it, but then Yan Jin clasped his hands on his back, leaving him unable to move.

Yan Jin's hot eyes fell on his lips, and Shen Zhixian immediately guessed what he was going to do. If it was normal, Shen Zhixian would follow him, but now ...

At the corner of Shen Zhixian's eyes, he saw that Xiaocao Bu was no longer fork, and the grass leaves were not shaking. As if he was paying attention to this side, he reluctantly said, "... Xiao Caoya is watching."

Yan Jin supported his back with one hand, and the other hand stretched backward. Originally, she saw Shen Zhixian fell asleep trying to put on a coat that was later thrown on the couch, and was picked up by invisible forces. Here, Yan Jin grabbed her hand and raised it slightly.

The wind brought by the robe rolled a blossoming peach flower, which fell from the branch and fell off halfway, and one of the petals fell on Shen Zhixian's hair, because Yan Jin took the coat around Holding them together, the petals were brought down again.

Just when it fell to Shen Zhixian's lips, Yan Jin leaned slightly and bit it, while holding another peach blossom.

Folded under his shirt, Shen Zhixuan fell into darkness again.

He lifted his head, and there was a slight misunderstanding in his eyes, and soon turned into a gentle smile, bearing everything silently.

Hot, breathing, peachy.

It was the entire world he had at this time.

The author has something to say: Xiaocaoya :? ? ? crooked? ? ?

The deposit box is laid out, and the deposit box is going to goo. It's not what I want to say, it's the deposit box. It really closes automatically when there is no power.

I returned home late on Thursday and probably more on Friday.