Cultivation of Immortals: Starting from Burning Paper for Grandpa

dong dong dong~

Zhuge Jin's heart was beating rapidly, and she responded with a soft 'um', opened her eyes, saw Yang Fan's handsome face close at hand, and closed them hastily, her whole body was tense, red clouds covered her pretty face like ripe peaches .

With no distractions, Yang Fan picked up the silver needles and dropped them quickly, picking or twisting them, just like carving a work of art.

Some silver needles are relatively short in size, and it is inevitable that the sleeves or fingers touch the skin, making Zhuge Jin's delicate body tremble slightly, the rosiness spreads, and the body becomes more and more tense.

"Relax."

As Yang Fan reminded, he walked quickly with a silver needle in his hand.

"Ah."

Zhuge Jin secretly narrowed his eyes and his long eyelashes fluttered. Seeing Yang Fan lowering his head and meticulously inserting the needle, his eyes were calm and devoid of other emotions.

5 minute later.

When Zhugejin inserted silver needles into the Xuanguan point between her eyebrows, she was covered with 360 nine silver needles from head to toe, looking like a hedgehog, a beautiful hedgehog.

Yang Fan let out a breath, stretched out his hand and pressed the wound on her tender arm, "Now start to run the exercises to stabilize the vitality in the body."

"Okay." Zhuge Jin's eyes, which had already been opened unconsciously, looked at Yang Fan, like a frightened deer, and hurriedly closed them again.

Yang Fan couldn't help but startled, as if his heart was hit by something.

Her baby face is naturally playful and cute, but she always has a cool look on her face.

The mixing of two diametrically opposed temperaments does not violate any harmony, but instead reveals a unique agility.

The frightened and shy appearance at this moment is simply beautiful, which makes people unconsciously feel caring and pity.

"I am a doctor!"

Yang Fan warned himself in his heart, stabilize his mind, pour the majestic vitality from Zhuge Jin's arm into his body, and rush towards one of the black qi.

Shadu, Yang Fan's vitality, and his own vitality, three airflows of different attributes rushed through the meridians and viscera, making Zhuge Jinxiu frowned, his chest heaved, and he was sweating profusely after a while.

"Be patient, think of other things to divert your attention, and the pain will stop in a while."

Zhuge Jin bit her lip and nodded her head slightly.

After more than a minute, Yang Fan's vitality wrapped the poisonous black energy and slowly pulled it towards his arm.

Zhuge Jin's complexion eased, the pain disappeared, and there was a warm sense of comfort. The contrast between the front and the back made her moan, "Mmm~"

Very tempting.

The two looked at each other and moved away.

Seven or eight minutes later, with a 'poof' sound, a cloud of black mist burst out from the wound on Zhuge Jin's arm, was grabbed by Yang Fan with a fist, wrapped in vitality, and thrown into a black gourd.

"There is another one." Yang Fan cast his eyes on the top of the snow-capped mountain, paused his palm slightly, and reached out to hold it.

White is a color.

Soft, the internal tissue of the object is delicate and easy to deform.

Elastic, strong shrinkage, can be restored to its original shape.

"..." Zhuge Jin bit her lips tightly, closed her eyes tightly, and her body trembled a few times.

This is different from the slight and quick touch when the needle was inserted before, and it was directly grasped.

For the first time, being handled by a man like this, even if there was no extra movement, the girl had an inexplicable feeling. The intuitive expression was that her face was flushed to the bottom of her ears, as if she was about to drip.

But soon, when Yang Fan's vitality entered his body, his embarrassment was replaced by the sore spots caused by the three rushing air currents.

"It'll be fine right away, continue to divert your attention." Yang Fan was concentrating instead.

After more than a minute, the pain disappeared and turned into a warm comfort again, causing a soft hum.

Time passed slowly.

In the small underground space, the atmosphere was a bit charming, and the sound of the girl's breathing gradually changed from light to heavy.

She felt Yang Fan's hand start to move, slowly walking against her skin, kneading or pinching or caressing from top to bottom.

A strange feeling spread all over her body, and she couldn't help but open her eyes, and saw Yang Fan leaning forward, becoming one with herself.

……

When the evil spirit was pulled almost to the chest, Zhuge Jin suddenly clamped her legs together and began to twist, her eyes became blurred, her lips kept opening and closing, and she uttered monotonous but beautiful syllables such as um-hum.

Immediately afterwards, her skin turned red like crab, and there seemed to be gusts of heat escaping from her body surface.

Yang Fan was startled, frowned and shouted, "What are you thinking?!"

At this moment, the blood, vigor, and vitality in her body were extremely hot, giving people a feeling that they might explode at any time.

When the consciousness was immersed in her soul, she felt the red toxin on her soul violently churning, and quickly ate away the power of consciousness that she had poured into before, and the color changed between red and gray.

This reminded him of what his grandfather said about his situation at the beginning, turning gray indicated that it had become irreversible.

Yang Fan took a deep look at Zhuge Jin, wondering if he could suppress it, but fortunately, the time to freeze in gray was relatively short.

"Calm down, don't think about it!"

Yang Fan shouted, and hastily poured a large amount of spiritual consciousness into his body, stabilizing the rioting red toxin, while continuing to pull the evil poison.

Zhuge Jin was awakened by his yelling, and she was so ashamed that she wished to find a crack in the ground to sneak in, and hurriedly stabilized her mind to get rid of distracting thoughts in her mind.

She didn't know why she suddenly imagined that shameful scene, and it was in front of others.

After a while, with a 'poof', the poisonous black mist sprang out, was caught by Yang Fan and thrown into the gourd, and then focused on releasing his consciousness to help her resist the red toxin.

This time, it took nearly an hour to temporarily maintain the balance between the power of consciousness and the toxin.

The consumption of spiritual consciousness is more than double that of before, converted into intuitive data, which is equivalent to "the amount of the perception range of more than 600 meters of spiritual consciousness", which is completely lost, which is equivalent to sacrificing all the spiritual consciousness of a sixth-level monk!

"Okay." Yang Fan let out a long breath, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and his face was pale.

Observing the environment, perceiving breath, casting spells...the spiritual consciousness of monks is consumed all the time, but the amount is very small.

The consumption of extending one's consciousness to detect long-distance movements can be recovered quickly.

And if you consume too much at once, it will be a burden on the soul, even if the power of the consciousness in the sea of ​​consciousness is full.

"Thank you...I'm sorry." Zhuge Jin's voice was inaudible, and he closed his eyes tightly and dared not open them.

Yang Fan didn't respond, and began to take off the silver needles on her body.

He could understand her reaction.

When I had an outbreak, I saw that the male taxi drivers were all beauties, so I wanted to pounce on them.

She was poisoned even more deeply. It was already extremely difficult to suppress, and she was on the verge of a complete explosion. In the situation just now, she was manipulated again after she was attacked by a naked fruit. It is normal to have hallucinations under the influence of the toxin.

a while.

When he reached out to the Zusanli acupuncture point under her knee, he paused, and saw a few drops of crystal hanging on a certain position.

"..." Yang Fan's eyes widened, this, this, can't it?Such a big reaction with just a few twists?

He looked up, held his breath and continued to pull out the needle.

How did he know that Zhuge Jin had already fought with him for hundreds of rounds in his mind.

Zhuge Jin had a sense of consciousness, and naturally noticed that Yang Fan's movements stopped, knowing what he should have discovered, with his head tilted to the cave wall, his snow-white arms pressing down on his red-apple face, and he was so ashamed.

When all the silver needles were pulled out, she hurriedly pulled out clothes from the storage ring to cover her body, and did not do anything else.

It wasn't until the surrounding area was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, then you turned your head to look at Yang Fan, and saw that he was cross-legged with his back to adjust his breath, then he got up and quickly got dressed.

Then he put the cushion into the storage ring as if stealing the bell, because there was a small wet mark on it.

Can't return it to Yang Fan!

Although he already knew.

"Whoo~"

Zhuge Jin breathed out lightly, her cheeks still hot, noticing Yang Fan's pale side face, she pursed her lips and said "thank you" earnestly in her heart, then took out a piece of spirit stone to refine and recover her vitality.

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