Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

"Brother, I have gained a lot today." Jian Jian walked to his side with a grin, "The head gave us a bunch of spiritual stones, and also gave us a lot of pointers on the whereabouts of those spiritual things, and finally I worshipped. Elder Qi was a teacher. Elder Qi was more generous to me and gave me a good thing directly."

After he finished speaking, Wen Xuan still stared at him. Until Jian Jian realized that Wen Xuan's eyes were different, he couldn't help but touch his face, "What's wrong?"

Only then did Wen Xuan come back to his senses and quickly retracted his gaze, "It's okay."

But that sentence still echoed in his heart. He couldn't help thinking in that direction, but couldn't help refuting himself constantly. After all, it's just Zhang Xiaoqing's words. Why should I believe it? What's more, he is a man, and Junior Brother Jian is also a man. Could this happen between men and men?

This is really a brand new vision, and it makes him confused, and he doesn't know how to judge.

He wanted to ask the simple question directly, but felt that the question was really embarrassing and couldn't ask it.

Fortunately, the preparation for the trip is indeed a bit trivial, and a final check is required after the simple return. When the two got busy, they had no time to think about those distractions.

Before, I simply went to collect the resources he deserved when he entered the inner door, but a few hundred spirit stones plus a magical artifact of the refining period, although it is not worthy of use, it is better than nothing.

And Wenxuan has also taken out all his savings in Shuiyunzong for so many years. This asset is not small, with a total contribution of more than 30,000 martial arts. After replacing all the Ning Yuan foreign objects that can be found in the sect, there are still more than 10,000 left, and all of them are replaced with spirit stones, pill, talisman, and some commonly used materials, plus a good flying sword.

This Feijian Wenxuan was also selected for a long time, and finally selected it. Needless to say, the blade is sharp, and the blade is also extremely light. It is transported like a finger arm, and it is extremely flexible, and it is most suitable for use during the foundation period.

Jian Jian originally thought that Wen Xuan prepared this for himself.

As a result, when the two of them completely left the boundary of Shui Yunzong and walked into a mountain range, Wen Xuan handed the flying sword into his hand.

"Didn't you say that you are about to build a foundation?" Wen Xuan replied, "Be prepared for it. You have to look for it when you save it, and you won't necessarily find such a good one again."

Jian was overjoyed, holding the flying sword in his hand, and the more he watched, the more he liked it, and he was so happy that he didn't know what to say. When he was so excited, two light blushes flew out of his face, which looked very pink.

Wen Xuan looked at the light blush on Jian Jian's cheek for a long time without realizing it.

He had long known that this junior was the easiest to be ashamed, and he was even more familiar with the blushing from time to time. But now he is shy when looking at Jian Jian, but he has a different feeling inexplicably.

When Jian had noticed it, and suddenly raised his head, Wen Xuan had already turned his gaze away, his expression on his face was natural, with no flaws revealed.

In fact, Wen Xuan was entangled in his heart, desperately spurning himself. Why can't he think about it again? It's just after listening to Junior Sister's unfounded and unreasonable judgment, why should he really look at his Junior Brother Jian in this way?

"Brother," he heard Jian Jian earnestly say in his ear, "thank you."

"Between you and me, why are you still talking about thanks?" Wen Xuan said decisively, "Besides, can I get less from you? It's just a reward."

"Senior brother said that." Simple smiled, "Anyway, my stuff is your stuff, brother."

This should be just a joke, but Wen Xuan suddenly jumped in his heart when he heard it.

"Speaking of this." It was simple and mysterious to Wen Xuan's ear, "Elder Qi said before, cough, now it is my master. Do you know what that good thing that I gave me, brother?"

After all, before Wen Xuan reacted, he took out something from the bracelet.

It looked like a funnel, dirty and unremarkable. But since it was taken out so simply and mysteriously, it would certainly not be anything ordinary. Wen Xuan was immediately aroused by two points of curiosity, "What is this?"

Simply chuckled, "Master said, it's called mixed spirit fighting."

"Spirit Fighting?" Wen Xuan was startled, "But the Spirit Fighting of Dan Xinyuan originally?"

Without a simple answer, he also knew that there was no second mixed spirit fight in this world. But this chaos is so big that he is not surprised.

This was actually a magic weapon, once belonged to an elder of Danxinyuan. Later, the elder died, and this magic weapon was also missing, but he did not expect it to fall into Qi Jibai's hands. As for the function of this magic weapon...I heard that it can transform all spiritual things in the world into the purest aura.

Thinking of this, Wen Xuan's eyes gradually faded. Although the name of the magic weapon is great, its effect is... really useless.

After all, there are few spiritual things, and the aura is everywhere, this exchange is not very cost-effective. Although the aura in the air is not so pure, except for the group of alchemists in the Danxinyuan, others do not need such a pure aura. Even if the Danxinyuan group wants to extract pure aura, there are so many ways to fill it with spiritual objects? What's more, it hasn't been able to swallow anything on its own, and someone has to take the initiative to feed it with spiritual things.

A quick glance at Wenxuan’s expression will tell him what he thinks, and he winks his eyebrows again, smiling like a profiteer, "Brother don’t be anxious. If everyone thought it had only this effect, how could it be able to give birth to my master? How can it fall into my hands if I stay in my hands for so long?"

The implication is that the real role must be more than that.

Seeing Wen Xuan showing curiosity, he hurriedly went over, biting Wen Xuan's ear, and said something softly.

This breath was slightly hot, and it made people's ears itchy.

Wen Xuan was still focusing on the content of this whisper at this time, his eyes brightened as he heard it.

It turned out that this Hunyuan Dou could spontaneously sense more powerful ones after devouring enough spiritual things, and point out the direction for his master. It was actually the first weapon in the treasure hunt at home.

After speaking, Jian Jian stepped back a little, trying to show his hand in front of Wen Xuan first.

Although the specific mechanism is not clear, it is simple but known. In the original work, Qin Shiyu directly found an innate spirit treasure through this mixed spirit fight, and his strength suddenly skyrocketed several times, establishing the status of land hegemon in one fell swoop. Although that was a very late matter, the spiritual objects that Qin Shiyu filled at the time were still beyond the reach of the dust. But the poor have the way of the poor. If you can't fill in the advanced ones, you can fill in what you can. Can you always change to a better one?

With this kind of dream in mind, Jian Jian fiercely fed a handful of... Lingshi into this Hunyuan Dou.

Lingshi is born from the aura of heaven and earth, and is naturally a kind of spiritual thing. It's just a bit rough and shabby.

Afterwards, it was simply transported, and I saw this mixed spirit fighting... not moving.

"It seems that Lingshi is still not good." Wen Xuan sighed regretfully.

"It's quite hard to serve." Jian Jian consciously lost face in front of Wen Xuan, gritted his teeth and panicked. Then he rummaged through the storage bracelet, found the magical artifact he had just entered the inner door, and fed it to the mixed spirit bucket, "Eat, eat again, it won't hold you dead."

The same as a spiritual thing, the grade of the magical artifact is more than one grade higher than that of the spirit stone. Seeing Hun Ling Dou decomposed and swallowed this small green sword little by little, turning it into the pure aura in his belly, and the simple pain, his heart was full of expectations.

As a result, he drove the mixed spirits again, and this thing still didn't move!

what's the situation? Isn't it broken? Or was he pitted by the original? There is no magical effect at all in Hun Ling Dou?

Ji Jian's mind continued to have questions, his complexion turned blue, and his heart was also anxious, and he could only continue to drive, hoping that the broken funnel could move a little.

Then, driven by this persistently, the mixed spirit fight really moved.

I saw that its gray body trembled slightly, like a hiccup, and the aura that had been decomposed by the magical device with the spirit stone was released from the bottom of the mouth with a "poof". .

Simply staring at this pure spiritual energy, watching it gradually dissipate in the air. At the same time, the magic weapon spiritual sense in his hand released an emotion into his spiritual sense. What kind of emotion is that? Full of dissatisfaction, full of contempt, full of dislike, and deep dislike.

I...you...Mom...A simple **** came to my lips, and because of Wen Xuan's presence, I didn't swear directly.

What kind of cheating stuff! Feed it, it still doesn't eat well! Does it think a magical item is very cheap!

Simply stood up abruptly, wishing to throw this broken thing directly to the ground. But they all lifted it over their heads, briefly and suddenly reluctant to bear it, and finally withdrew it in his arms again in a desperate manner.

"Count you ruthless. When I get rich tomorrow, I'll find delicious food for you, and I will find a bunch of them." Simple gritted teeth, "I can't support you."

"Haha!" Wen Xuan saw the end from the beginning, couldn't help but laugh over there, "Junior Brother Jian, you also have today!"

Easy to be laughed bitterly. It's over. The glorious image that I finally built up is all planted here today.

He looked up again, and there was still a little fluorescent light on the side of Wen Xuan, but it was the magic sword embryo that was trembling around Wen Xuan, obviously laughing wildly.

Since Wenxuan fell to the foundation, the sword embryo's courage has also become fat. Although he can barely follow the drive, he often makes such self-assertive actions.

To be laughed at by Wen Xuan, that's fine, and to be laughed at by a flying sword, can this be tolerated?

"Laugh, dare you to laugh again!" Jian Jian raised his eyebrows suddenly, rolled up his sleeves to catch him, "Believe it or not, I just fed you to my gangster?"

Wen Xuan became so happy that he couldn't straighten his waist, and had to stretch out his hands to catch the simple arms, "Okay, okay, what are you planning with Feijian?"

Because it was caught from behind, Jian Jian's entire back happened to hit Wen Xuan's chest, still struggling to give that Fei Jian a hard word.

At first, Wen Xuan looked at it with a smile, but as Jian moved around in his arms, he gradually became weird, suddenly released his arm, and even took a step back.

"Brother?" Jian Jian found his weirdness and looked back at him.

Wen Xuan shook his head, straightened his face, and said stiffly, "Stop making trouble. It's getting late, we have to hurry up."

After saying that, he retracted the magic sword embryo into his sleeve, and walked forward first, leaving only one back.

"Brother?" Jian hurriedly followed, "What's wrong?"

Wen Xuan shook his head. For some reason, he recalled the feeling of breathing in his ears when he was talking simply by attaching it to his ears before, and the slightly hot breath gently blowing on his ears... so his entire face was It started to heat up a little bit from the tips of the ears, and suddenly went faster and faster, and didn't even dare to look back.

"Brother, are you angry again? Is it because I just breathed in with your flying sword, it was too naive?" Jian followed, cautiously defending, "but I'm just playing around, not serious. If you don't I like it..."

Wen Xuan couldn't hear him say such a thing, and couldn't help but stop, "This kind of little thing...I won't."

He took another deep breath, calmed his mind, and turned around, "Who said I was angry? I was just in a hurry."

"Really?" Simply looked at him suspiciously.

At this time, Winshare has an advantage. He doesn't blush like a simple one. As long as he deliberately puts a face up, no matter what he thinks in his mind, nothing will be revealed on the face.

So I looked at him briefly for a long while, but I could only believe his rhetoric.

Wen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and rubbed his head pretendingly, "I found a fairy city earlier, and we can have a place to stay at night."

Simple and obediently nodded.

Then the two continued to move forward, Wen Xuan did not quicken his pace, Jian Jian did not ask anything, and kept quietly following him.

After being so quiet for a long time, the two of them had already walked on another mountain road. Wen Xuan couldn't help but move his eyes, and secretly dropped the light from the corner of his eyes on the young man beside him.

To his surprise, Jian Jian also looked at him, and seemed to be stuck with him all the time. But he did not notice Wen Xuan's gaze, because the gaze was not on his eyes, but on his... Wen Xuan had another two-point surprise, and the gaze fell on his lips. Up.

Yes, Ji has been looking straight at his lips. Not only watching, but blushing, the more I watched, the more blushing my face.

……What is this scenario? Isn't it just a lip?

Wen Xuan only felt weird inexplicably, and couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking it gently on his lips.

It was just such a simple action, but it was as simple as a heavy blow, and even the pace was messed up. At the same time, his face was choppy, and it was red again.

At this moment, Wen Xuan was also taken aback. Not only because of the simple and exaggerated reaction, but also because of the soft and damp sensation with the tip of the tongue touching the tip of the lips... it reminded him of a nightmare he had had not long ago.

In that dream, he also felt that the tip of his lips seemed to be touched by something soft, swiped, or contained. He didn't think much about it at that time, but thought it was something in a dream. But now in retrospect, this strange touch, and that suppressed **** dream, actually can't match.

At that time, he woke up from his dream, and the first thing he saw was simplicity.

Could it be...no...no?

Wen Xuan was taken aback by his sudden guess.

This series of thoughts is not short, but it is just a moment in his mind. At this moment, Jian Jian just raised his eyes because of panic, just to look at Shang Xuan, and couldn't help but become more panic.

This panic seemed to be some kind of evidence, but Wen Xuan was no longer willing to continue thinking about it. He thinks his idea is really bad, how could it be so bad? It's too much for him to treat a pure junior fellow in this way.

So Wen Xuan quickly closed his gaze back and fell on the road in front of him, trying to get his thinking back on track.

But just looking at it this way, Wen Xuan stopped abruptly.

wrong.

They are taking the wrong path.

I saw the trees in front of me just now.

"Junior Brother Jian, be careful."

I don't know anyone who actually set up a puzzle on this road, trying to trap them.