They hugged each other quietly, and Lan Youmeng did not resist. It was not until a while later that she lightly opened her red lips and said in a slightly low tone: "It is not easy to recover from the injuries caused by the calamity."

After letting go of Lan Youmeng, Bingchen held her arms tightly with both hands and said with a slightly anxious expression: "You know, right?"

Looking at Bing Chen, Lan Youmeng had complicated eyes and shook her head slightly.

His heart sank, and Bing Chen felt pained, anxious, distressed, and self-blame.

Lan Youmeng clearly sensed Bingchen's emotions, her heart was warm and touched, and her eyes were a little gentle.

"If you want to help me, grow up quickly. Before my soul can no longer be suppressed by its injuries, there may be some way to break the ban and become a god." Lan Youmeng whispered.

When Bing Chen heard this, his heart hurt even more.

If Lan Youmeng hadn't let go of the suppression of his soul's injury in order to save himself, Bing Chen still wouldn't have known how serious his soul's injury was.

Seeing this, Lan Youmeng sighed secretly, stretched out her jade hand, and subconsciously wanted to caress Bingchen's face, but hesitated and stopped before touching it.

He grabbed Lan Youmeng's jade hand and brought it close to his face, then Bingchen used a little force to pull Lan Youmeng into his arms.

Lan Youmeng's pretty face turned red, and she struggled subconsciously.

"How long can I suppress it?" Bing Chen said with a solemn tone.

After being slightly stunned for a few breaths, Lan Youmeng said softly: "Is a hundred years enough?"

"That's enough!" Bingchen said solemnly.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he quickly added: "No need for a hundred years, give me fifty years!"

Hundred years? When Lan Youmeng said these words, Bingchen could clearly feel a slight change in her mood, which seemed to be a pity, but also seemed to be lamenting for herself.

Lan Youmeng was slightly startled, and at the same time she felt a hint of sweetness in her heart. She looked at Bing Chen, and the corners of her mouth could not help but tilt up slightly.

"Think of my master as those little girls who are so easy to coax?" Lan Youmeng said jokingly.

Lowering his head, looking directly into Lan Youmeng's eyes with gentle eyes, Bingchen said in a solemn and gentle tone: "Have I ever lied to you? If I can't cure you, what's the point of living on my own."

Hearing this, Lan Youmengyu subconsciously touched Bingchen's lips. She felt sweet in her heart, but she felt shy for doing this, and her pretty face couldn't help but be filled with blush.

Intoxicating blush, stunning face, alluring red lips, and moving eyes.

Looking at the person in his arms, Bing Chen couldn't help but slowly lowered his head.

Feeling panicked, Lan Youmeng quickly turned her head to the side and lightly touched Bingchen's lips with her jade hands.

"Don't...don't be like this..." Lan Youmeng said in a panic.

His movements paused, and Bingchen's eyes were filled with tenderness as he looked at Lan Youmeng.

"Chen'er... no... you can't do this... let me go!" Lan Youmeng suppressed the strangeness in her heart and said in a panic.

Hearing this, Bing Chen slowly raised his head and looked at the person in his arms with affectionate eyes.

Gently stroking Lan Youmeng's hair, Bingchen said in a gentle tone: "I'll wait for you, until you can truly accept me."

Hearing this, Lan Youmeng's heart trembled slightly, giving rise to an indescribable feeling, which seemed to be lost, uncomfortable, and at the same time, there was a touch of sweetness.

Just now, when Bing Chen wanted to kiss her, she was not so resistant subconsciously. She even felt an inexplicable desire under the strange feeling. But because of the reserve and uneasiness in her heart, she did not dare to do so.

, can’t be like this!

Nestling in Bingchen's arms, Lan Youmeng no longer struggled to resist. Although she was extremely shy, she had never felt that this kind of intimate behavior between a man and a woman could make people so comfortable and irresistible. Even the feeling in her heart

The different kind of pleasure also made her a little obsessed, wanting to feel and enjoy more.

For a long time, for a long time! The two of them just cuddled together.

There were not too many words, but they were connected to each other. Even if they didn't say anything, they could still feel the affection in each other's hearts.

"Master, can you tell me about your destiny?" Bingchen asked suddenly due to his thoughts.

Looking at Bing Chen with her beautiful eyes, Lan Youmeng raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said, "Why, are you concerned about your master's destiny?"

How could Lan Youmeng not know about Bingchen's frivolous nature? Seeing that he was slightly embarrassed, she actually joked playfully: "He is capable of both literary and military skills. He is a talented person. Sometimes he is brave and brave, sometimes he is gentle and considerate. He also has a very good heart.

Kind, if I was called a devil by the world, then he would be an immortal in the hearts of the world. And he is so talented that in just a hundred years, his cultivation has caught up with mine."

When she said this, Lan Youmeng's eyes were obviously full of nostalgia, and her thoughts were deep in memories.

When Bingchen saw this, he felt jealous for no reason. When Lan Youmeng was absent-minded for a moment, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

His whole body trembled, and Bing Chen's actions startled Lan Youmeng. Dang even looked shy and angry, glaring at Bing Chen fiercely. In that way, he seemed to want to look majestic to Bing Chen.

Chen scolded him angrily, but because he was still in Bingchen's arms, he couldn't pretend to be so.

"You brat, are you looking for a fight?" Lan Youmeng said in a pretentious manner.

Bingchen ignored her, grabbed Lan Youmeng's jade hand, looked at her closely, and asked: "Male?"

Hearing this, the pretentious majesty in Lan Youmeng's expression instantly collapsed. She couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in her heart. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly again and said, "None of your business!"

Bingchen glared, held Lan Youmeng's hands tightly, and kissed her forehead again in her panicked gaze.

"It's none of my business? If you have the ability, try again." Bing Chen pretended to be mean and said.

Lan Youmeng was startled, but then she looked ashamed and angry. Just as she was about to struggle, Bing Chen took the lead and used her soul power to tightly imprison her and tie her to herself.

"Let me go, little bastard, are you looking for a beating?" Lan Youmeng said slightly angrily.

Bingchen paid no attention to her, hugged her tightly, buried his head in her black hair, and said in her ear without refutation: "You are my woman, if you dare to say anything that is none of my business, believe it or not, I will kill you

..."

Before she dared to finish her words, Lan Youmeng had stopped struggling. She felt sweet in her heart, but also very ashamed and angry.

The scene fell into a strange silence. Although he was still jealous in his heart, Bingchen's expression once again returned to the tender look before. For some reason, Bingchen became more and more courageous, and his hands started to caress him restlessly.

Lan Youmeng's hair and back.

"You humiliate me while I am weak, and when I recover, I will definitely skin you!" Lan Youmeng blushed and said fiercely.

The movement of his hand stagnated, and Bingchen whispered: "You are reluctant to let go, I can feel it."

When she bit her silver teeth, Lan Youmeng felt secretly annoyed.

"Youmeng, I'm sorry. I was so excited just now that I misunderstood you." Bingchen said in a gentle tone.

Her delicate body trembled, and Lan Youmeng was a little stunned when she heard Bing Chen call herself that.

"With your arrogance, I don't believe you would let a man be your destiny." Bing Chen said tentatively.

Seeing that Lan Youmeng ignored him, Bingchen gritted his teeth and said: "Besides, your Yuan Yin is still there. I don't believe in the relationship between the puppet and the host... hiss..."

Before he could finish his words, Bing Chen suddenly felt the air conditioning.

When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw Lan Youmeng clenching her teeth and glaring at him fiercely. She pinched her chest with a small hand and twisted it fiercely.

"Try saying it again!" Lan Youmeng said fiercely.

Bingchen quickly grabbed Lan Youmeng's little hand, but he was afraid that she would be really angry and did not dare to act rashly. He could only grit his teeth and let her twist it hard.

After a while, Lan Youmeng relaxed a little, but she looked at Bing Chen with a rather unkind look.

When Bingchen saw this, he smiled tenderly and hugged Lan Youmeng tightly as if he wanted to die again.

"Female!" Lan Youmeng said unhappily.

Hearing this, Bingchen felt happy and secretly relieved.

"Is she still in your current state?" Bingchen asked after a moment.

Lan Youmeng didn't answer, but from the changes in her expression and mentality, Bing Chen could feel that she was feeling uneasy and seemed to be worried.

Bing Chen could understand. Take himself and Qi Yao as an example. The two of them were almost dependent on each other for life and death. If something happened to Qi Yao, he would definitely not be able to stay calm.

Seeing that Lan Youmeng was once again lost in memories, and the sadness between her brows became more and more intense, Bingchen secretly cursed himself as a bastard for not opening any pot. He was secretly anxious, struggled a little, and said: "Wait until I find Bingchen."

Auntie, we will go to the Blood Soul Sect to find your destiny."

She was slightly startled and looked at Bing Chen. Lan Youmeng was obviously a little surprised, and her eyes were slightly moved.

But after a moment, he sighed softly and whispered: "You and Xuan'er are still weak in cultivation. I think the sect is already in a mess. If you go back rashly, it will be unpredictable."

As if she was also interested, Lan Youmeng took the initiative to hug Bing Chen and continued: "Lian'er has a Dao Tribulation Realm cultivation level. Even without my vitality to support him, if nothing happens, I don't think he will be here within thirty years."

What big problem could there be?"

"Thirty years? It seems like the time given to me is shorter."

"Her name is Lian'er?" Bingchen asked.

Nodding slightly, Lan Youmeng whispered: "She is my biological sister, her name is Lan Youlian."

"Sister!" Bingchen said in surprise.

"Then why did you..."

Bingchen asked subconsciously, but before he finished speaking, he quickly closed his mouth.

After giving Bing Chen an angry look, how could Lan Youmeng not know what Bing Chen wanted to ask? After a moment of hesitation, she took the initiative and said: "There was once a bold sect who forcibly kidnapped Lian'er when her cultivation was still shallow.

I wanted to leave in order to force her to become the concubine of the sect leader. Lian'er had a fierce temper, and in order to protect her innocence, she had already died when I arrived."

Speaking of this, Lan Youmeng's eyes once again felt a little sad.

"Damn it!" Bingchen cursed with cold eyes.

Hearing this, Lan Youmeng showed a trace of ridicule on her face, and her mood was obviously a little excited, and she said: "These are the so-called immortal sects. Most of them are sanctimonious, but in fact they are extremely dirty."

Hearing this, Bingchen sighed softly, caressed Lan Youmeng's back, and used his soul power to secretly sort out her chaotic emotions.

"Okay, don't think about those bad things anymore. From now on, as long as I'm still alive, I won't let you be harmed in the slightest." Bing Chen said in a gentle tone.
Chapter completed!