Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 56

I put on my clothes, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and trudged through the wind and snow.

One thousand days is two and a half years. Although every day is as cold as the pole, I feel that today is still different.

So uneasy, I went to the lake, and saw someone lit a lamp in the center of the lake, the halo was hazy, and Jing Nian was nowhere to be seen.

The spiritual flow in the lake is not diminished, and I will be planted here if I go down rashly, I have to find a way, while I take off the heavy clothes, I search for things that can be used on my body.

Then I touched the jingjing wrapped around my wrist, and the wine gourd that Qin Simu had forced on me before.

The blade of the whip tail was driven into the rocks on the shore, and the wine was spilled on the thin coat.They are all preparations to prevent freezing halfway. Alcohol can slightly lower the freezing point, which is better than nothing.

Then, I grabbed the handle of the whip and slowly went down to the lake. Jingnian's spiritual power was stored in the whip, and it was from the same source as the spiritual current in the lake, attracting each other, which helped me reduce some burdens.

When there was still some distance from the center of the lake, the length of the whip reached its limit.

Through the prologue of the snowstorm, I saw Jing Nian sitting quietly on the rock in the middle of the lake, like a sleeping ice sculpture, even his eyelashes were frozen white.

The so-called light comes from a small ball of light above his head. After these days of hard work, I can conclude that it is Jing Nian's out-of-body consciousness.

Here's the trouble, I can't wake up my unconscious body.

And it is dangerous to leave the body for too long.

No matter how anxious I am, Jing Nian's breathing is still calm, maybe he is having a sweet dream, the corners of his lips are slightly raised.

In all fairness, Jing Nian hadn't been seen for a thousand days, and his facial features didn't show faulty changes, but his outline was deeper and tougher.

The so-called growth is just the process of constantly modifying this perfect work of art.

The halo of spiritual consciousness is also as clear as a child, and there is no trace of magic energy. It must be better hidden after this period of training.

The ice lake is really cold, I couldn't hold back the shudder, let out a breath, the light ball rippled, reflected the butterfly shadow in the snow, and projected on the top of Jingnianfa.

The shadow shattered into fine sand, shaking off his eyelashes.

There is only one word left in my barren vocabulary: god.

After struggling for a moment, I thought that I would not return without success, so I simply let go of the whip and continued walking towards Jing Nian.

In just half a minute, it looks like a century.

Severe tinnitus, my eyes sometimes turn black, and sometimes it looks like a kaleidoscope. The electromagnetic pulse makes me keep short-circuiting and shutting down, and then reconnecting. The cycle repeats and I almost collapse.

The fingertips finally reached Jing Nian, but before I could feel the touch, the light ball of divine consciousness stretched out countless branches in an instant, covering my sight, wrapping around my body viciously.

I fell from one hell to another.

When it passed between the eyebrows, it paused for a moment, as if examining me, and then slowly and gently rubbed against my forehead, cuddling closely, unwilling to separate.

Although there was no communication, I had an intuition that it was looking for my divine consciousness.

It is recorded in the book that searching for and clinging to each other between spiritual consciousnesses is the prelude to spiritual friendship.

I was embarrassed and thankful, fortunately I didn't have such a thing as spiritual consciousness, otherwise I would have taken advantage of Jing Nian when he was unconscious.

It is not advisable to take advantage of the danger of others to add insult to injury.

Unexpectedly, this thing's behavior style is in the same line as Jing Nian's. After unsuccessfully seeking for spiritual consciousness, it turned its offensive and savagely got in from every slit on the surface of the machine.

Logically speaking, this process should be excruciatingly painful, but I just don't feel pain, and I only instinctively want to expel the foreign body.After all, it violated the original intention of the design, and the function of no organ is to absorb the invader.

But the system was busy defending against electromagnetic pulses, and had no time to report errors and warnings. Jing Nian's spiritual consciousness was able to flow unimpeded, wandering around every part like exploring a new route.There are no clues on the surface, but the inside is so full that it is about to swell, and it is kissing every fold.

The opposite of the body is the brain, which is empty and unbearably empty due to the lack of pain sensation. The two seem to be separated, and Jing Nian's spiritual consciousness controls my body instead of the brain.

Indeed, such intimacy, beyond ordinary physical touch, isn't it another kind of "spiritual friendship"?

We are clearly from different dimensions, our beliefs are completely different, and all conditions do not match.

But now, the invisible consciousness and the inorganic metal, like the north and south poles separated by 360 latitudes, met for the first time due to the distortion of time and space, and then the clouds and rain blended and perfectly fit together. At this moment, they are no longer different.

The wrong route leads to the right destination.

Really, is it the end?

It's far from over.

It's like no one could have predicted the discovery of the New World.

After the period of non-existent pain, I was abruptly transitioned into the exhilaration of death.

No threshold range was set as this felt too foreign and relevant data were lacking.As a result, it grows faster than exponentially. Even if I keep short-circuiting and restarting, my brain will spontaneously associate and fill up the interrupted parts one by one.

In other words, I am enjoying this absurd pleasure.

Too depraved.

What I saw was not gods, but evil spirits.

Must stay away.

I know, I know very well.

But in the end, I could only lie limp and collapse on the frozen lake. Satisfied with my submission, the evil spirit gently wiped away the tears and continued to shed new hot tears.

My spiritual consciousness turned everything upside down in me, Jing Nian's body remained motionless, with his hands flat on his knees, no matter how unconsciously I rubbed against him, there was no sign of waking up.

The only one who has fallen is me.

Indistinctly, I heard the system beep:

[The program "Sexual Nerve Reflex" has been restored]

[The program is running——]

It's explaining my fall.

In fact, this is not the first time I have resumed a strange program. The last "Night Rest" was terminated because of Jing Nian's rescue, but this time no one came to rescue me.

Because the body has long been willing to sink.

Cramped fingers scratched the ice, and with the final burst, the ice cracked and I fell underwater.

The cold brought me back to sanity a little bit, but the sinking got deeper and deeper.

I want to swim up, but my body is still in the fatigue period after the end.

When I wanted to shout, the lake water poured in as soon as I opened my mouth.

The reflection of Jing Nian is still so holy and flawless, but it is even more distant from me.The divine sense doesn't care about my plight, it possesses an amazing desire to possess, and after swallowing the aftertaste of the outflowing climax, it surrounds me like shining broken diamonds, illuminating the dark lake water.

The depth of the lake cannot be measured, and it is unknown where it will sink.

I really don't like this wild place, but if I really want to leave without saying goodbye, I feel a little bit reluctant.

Will they blame me?

Before I could repent in my heart, some hands took me up to the surface of the lake.

Jing Nian put me down and asked in confusion, "Why did you fall into the lake?"

As soon as I touched the ice, the electromagnetic pulse gave me a jolt, and I hugged his waist.

He was surprised by my behavior, the first reunion after a long time, the atmosphere was awkward, so he had to answer by himself: "Oh, brother, you finally remembered to come to the lake to find me, I will leave if it is later."

I haven't recovered from the high-frequency short circuit, I can't even hear the words completely, and I don't want to think about anything, I just feel that Jing Nian is very warm.

The spiritual current in the lake is like a thousand swords returning to the sect, tending to him, and turning into a steady current that I can accept in a blink of an eye.

As expected of a living power bank, I couldn't help hugging it even tighter, and was pushed away by Jing Nian a few times, and stuck to it again.

He seemed completely unaware of what his divine sense had just done, and he was still saying something righteously.

What, it's too far away and I can't hear you clearly.

I blinked and leaned closer, trying to read the words on the lips.

It seems to be: "Don't...willful...Senior brother...how decent."

"Have you been drinking?" Jing Nian frowned, "What's the point, I've been waiting for you here for so long, but you only know how to drink and have fun?"

"I didn't drink it, I poured it all out."

"I don't want to talk to drunks." He threw me to the ground with a cold face. "Smells like alcohol, walks staggeringly, and says he hasn't drunk."

I'm also getting angry, what's the point of putting on airs, even if I really drank wine, so what?Is there any conflict between drinking and helping me?

Nong Nian staggered to catch up with Jing Nian from behind, jumped up suddenly, and rushed forward.

Jing Nian didn't expect this to happen, and the ice surface was too slippery, the two of them fell to the ground together,

Of course, he gave me a back.

Regardless of whether it would piss off Jing Nian or not, I strangled him hard. "It's all because of your divine sense that I look like this! Apologize to me!"

Jing Nian turned around and faced me, with deep meaning in his eyes. "Just now, I had a dream. I dreamed that I fell into a place full of the smell of senior brothers."

He straightened my hair slowly, and said softly, "It's very bitter. Mixing the medicine and wine makes it even more bitter."

"It's not a dream, it's real."

He looked at me quietly, as if waiting for the next sentence.

I just felt ashamed, didn't know where to start, and lied: "I mean, I also had the same dream."

Jing Nian didn't believe it. "With my brother's cultivation base, he still can't refine his consciousness, so how can he communicate with my dream?"

"Anyway...it's true!"

I got up from him anxiously, touched the current on the ice surface, short-circuited and fell down again, hooking Jing Nian's neck like an octopus.

"Stop making trouble, get up quickly." He patted my drooping head, seeing that there was no response for a long time, he said lightly: "Does brother rely on me so much?"

"..."

I'm too tired, let's turn off the phone first.

Go back and ask Xue Jiajia, what should I do in a situation like this kind of character self-strategy?