The Infinite Practice Of Fantasy

Zhao Yueran felt a numbness all over his body, as if he had been electrocuted. Although this feeling was not bad, it was not good either.

Soon a wave of heat rushed up and spread throughout his body, making Zhao Yueran's body tremble unnaturally.

This strange feeling was like being hit by a drug. Zhao Yueran, a drug addict, instantly thought of this word and was shocked.

"Have you forgotten what you did before you were auctioned?" After Han Yang saw Zhao Yueran's angry eyes, he said something speechless to the side. He didn't understand that he had done nothing, but he was always being criticized. Misunderstand.

Zhao Yueran's brain was constantly turning over, and he finally thought of what happened at that time.

It seemed that because of her constant resistance, the auction house gave her a pill to seal her vitality, and then gave her another pill.

It seems that he wants this evening to be very different.

"Leave me quickly." Zhao Yueran said in a suppressed voice, her whole body trembling.

"I think if I leave, I'm afraid you will be treated as a cake by these people and eaten alive." Of course Han Yang couldn't leave at this time, after all, he knew that if he left.

They came to rebel against the soil and would not let the culprit Zhao Yueran go.

Zhao Yueran has obviously thought of this possibility, but he can't say anything to persuade him to stay now. After all, he insisted on sticking to Han Yang just now, and even slandered him. Even Zhao Yueran's calm face could not help but turn red at this time. .

"Do you need me to help you?" Han Yang asked cautiously after taking Zhao Yueran away from the place.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yueran's expression changed and he glared at Han Yang fiercely, then gritted his teeth and said, "No need."

Han Yang touched his nose and felt a little aggrieved. He had just asked a question cautiously. He didn't expect to get any answer, but he didn't expect to be glared at him fiercely.

"Then you can handle it yourself. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Han Yang instantly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, turned around and wanted to leave, but he didn't expect that his sleeves were instantly touched. Hold on.

"Wait." Zhao Yueran lowered his voice and said carefully.

"What's wrong?" Han Yang was snickering in his heart, but there was no change on the surface. He turned his head impatiently and asked.

"Help me." Zhao Yueran said this almost from her throat. She hooked her fingers forward twice and then weakly let go.

After Han Yang sighed, he finally turned around and hugged Zhao Yueran. He gently patted twice and injected a mellow vitality into Zhao Yueran's body.

Zhao Yueranjiao felt that his body felt refreshed for a while, and his dry Dantian was desperately absorbing it as if it were encountering water.

But this little vitality of Han Yang did not quench his thirst at all. "Soon, Zhao Yueran twisted unnaturally and even wanted to get directly into Han Yang's arms to absorb more vitality.

"Don't move." Han Yang took a breath.

The beauty is in his arms, no one can hold it.

"Please help me, please help me." Zhao Yueran repeated these two sentences.

"If you want me to help you, take some practical actions."

Now that Han Yang saw that the time was ripe, he finally said something.

Zhao Yueran couldn't listen to any words now.

".~#7."

Zhao Yueran didn't know what he had agreed to. He only knew that if he agreed, his current dilemma would have been solved.

Han Yang had been suppressing his thoughts just now, and now he finally heard Zhao Yueran's answer.

The vitality is blending with each other.

"Hmm, hum!" Zhao Yueran could feel that the restriction in his body had been broken open, blending with the intruding energy from the outside world.

But the most terrifying thing is that once you become addicted to it and cannot extricate yourself, that kind of person will be destroyed.

The Divine Level Cauldron System has also given Han Yang a serious warning (good enough) before.

Han Yang's voice was very soft, even a little comforting. This tone was constantly tugging at Zhao Yueran's heartstrings.

Zhao Yueran slowly opened his eyes. There was no sparkle in his eyes, but Han Yang saw the stars in her eyes.

"You...who are you?" Zhao Yueran forgot everything, she looked at Han Yang and asked this voice.

"I am your master!" Han Yang's soft voice sounded in his ears.

"Master?" Zhao Yueran asked a question.

The moment Zhao Yueran hesitated again, Han Yang did not stop his movements. .