Lin Mu wondered if Yan Xuanjing wanted to harm him.
He was silent for a while, then asked hesitantly, "Really?"
"..." Yan Xuanjing was actually a little unsure.
To put it bluntly, the monsters who survived in the wilderness and still have a certain status are mostly made by strength, and only a very small number of monsters can go a long way with their brains and special talents.
Like Yan Xuanjing, he was beaten up by his father since he was a child, and when he was tired of beating, he threw him into the pile of monsters and raised them like a gu, accounting for the vast majority.
He came out of being beaten and killed, and naturally he became stronger during the fight, unlike human beings who can cultivate slowly and earnestly.
To talk about how to become stronger, all Yan Xuanjing could think of was fighting.
In the beginning, they were all beaten.
After his father beat his mother, and his mother beat the other big monsters who came to visit, when they got tired of playing, they threw him into the most chaotic area in the wild, and then patted his butt and walked away.
By the time Yan Xuanjing was able to climb out of there by himself, he would already be able to run amok in most areas of the Great Wilderness.
Yan Xuanjing has grown up like this, and he really can't think of any gentle, law-abiding ways to become stronger.
However, there are indeed many weak and weak monsters in the Great Wilderness. Yan Xuanjing, who was born to belong to high-ranking monsters, doesn't know much about how they live and cultivate.
He was still young, only about five hundred years old.
Unlike his father who is in his prime, it seems that the entire Great Wilderness has no secrets in his father's eyes.
Nine-tailed fox said: "Different monsters have different methods."
Anyway, as a nine-tailed fox, he just fought, and there is not much difference between fighting with animals and fighting for territory and hunting.
As for monsters, those who become spirits grow up with their instincts, they are born monsters, and they are almost always guided by their elders.
As for those who were left out, only a handful survived.
Even if the living environment in the Central Plains is much better than that in the Great Wilderness, there are probably not many situations like Linmu.
Yan Xuanjing pondered for a while and said, "Think according to your monster's bloodline, how your father will become bigger and stronger, so you can cultivate."
Lin Mu opened his mouth: "..."
What did his dad do to become bigger and stronger
… Probably drinking more water and sunbathing.
There is also respiration, photosynthesis, and transpiration.
Lin Mu followed his train of thought and looked down at his feet.
No roots.
He looked at his hands again.
No chloroplasts.
Lin Mu thought about it for a while and felt that it might not work.
Looking at Lin Mu's embarrassed look, Yan Xuanjing paused for a moment and said, "I really can't think of it, so let's fight first."
Hearing this, Lin Mu raised his head and looked at Yan Xuanjing, with a little cautious probing: "I don't have anyone to learn from?"
The nine-tailed fox who understood the spirit stood up.
So Lin Mu was severely beaten.
Even though Yan Xuanjing felt that he had released water to the point where the flood gates were opened, Lin Mu was still unable to fight back.
By the time Lin Mu was completely exhausted, it was already dark.
In the middle of the month, the full moon hangs high.
The lights were not turned on in the yard, and the silver ash of the moon flowed on the ground, dispelling the darkness in the yard, leaving behind enough light to see.
Yan Xuanjing looked at the forest tree lying on the ground with few good places left, like a corpse, with too strong blood lingering on the tip of his nose.
This blood is not full of the smell of rust like ordinary human beings, but it is pure and pure just like his demonic aura. A soft and breezy.
want to get close to him.
It feels much stronger and clearer than before.
Yan Xuanjing took out the trauma medicine from his storage ring, which he basically didn't need, and felt a little clueless about Lin Mu, who was covered in scars.
Also too weak.
Yan Xuanjing's face was expressionless, and he was a little muttered in his heart.
He didn't use his demon power much because of his injuries, and he could beat Lin Mu like this purely by his skills.
"… "
Also too weak.
Yan Xuanjing thought again, looking at Lin Mu's tragic state, and vaguely doubting himself.
It seems to be too heavy.
But it's not a big problem, and the half-demon will recover soon.
The nine-tailed fox ripped off Lin Mu's clothes and gave him medicine.
Lin Mu shivered a bit at Yan Xuanjing's light-hearted movements, and let out a few weak hums.
"… it hurts."
The nine-tailed fox, who had never served others before, paused for two seconds, then carefully lightened his movements.
Lin Mu snorted again: "It hurts."
It's strange.
Yan Xuanjing thought.
I hadn't heard Lin Mu cry of pain before, but now I know it hurts.
Lin Mu was lying on the ground, his head turned to the side, his eyes crossed the green grass, and he saw the little white flowers dimly, which made Lin Mu begin to wonder if he saw the thriving morning and evening on the side of Huangquan Road.
The wound on his body was very painful and gradually became itchy.
Lin Mu lightly rubbed the grass under his cheeks, and snorted a few times, thinking that if the wound could be healed quickly, he closed his eyes tired and tired.
Yan Xuanjing slowly finished applying the medicine on Lin Mu's back, and then cleaned his blood-stained back. Looking at Lin Mu's clean back, he found that the little half-demon's skin was white and translucent, and even reflected in the moonlight. A little fluorescence.
Yan Xuanjing stopped to admire the beauty in front of him, and then stretched out his hand without any hesitation, ready to take off Lin Mu's pants and continue to give him medicine.
At this moment, soft clusters of light fell from the silver moonlight, blown by the night wind, trembling twice, trembling and persistently drifting towards the trees against the wind, lively on his back. After rolling a few laps, he jumped up slightly and slammed his head into Lin Mu's body.
Yan Xuanjing was slightly stunned, looking at the more and more light clusters of Yuehua, his brows raised slightly, a little surprised by the number of these Yuehua.
These light groups Yan Xuanjing could see at a glance what was coming.
In layman's terms, it is the moon flower in the essence of the sun and the moon - it is also one of the treasures that monsters can occasionally capture, but the number is extremely rare, usually only monsters with great merit or good luck can get a little.
The effect is very broad, and almost all body problems can be solved by using it.
Yan Xuanjing has seen and used a lot, but this is the first time he has seen so many Yuehua.
This can hardly be called a moonlight. Countless soft lustrous white light clusters clustered around each other to form a stream of light, like a gentle tulle, gently covering the trees lying on the ground.
This yard is therefore covered with a layer of light fluorescence.
A few groups were squeezed out of the team, wandered around for a few laps outside the stream of light, and then swayed and flew in front of Yan Xuanjing, and landed lightly on his head and eyelashes, like a ball. A shimmering pompom hangs on the big monster.
Yan Xuanjing frowned slightly as he looked at this yard that was enveloped by some kind of peaceful, relaxing and comfortable atmosphere, he always felt that he had seen this scene there.
He watched as more and more small groups of light were squeezed out of the team, turned and ran towards him in the night wind, and then swarmed into his body.
It was like the moment when the alpine water flow broke through the ice block, the tender buds arched through the soil, the giant whale broke out of the water, the dark wound seemed to be washed over and over again by something warm, slightly sour and slightly swelled, but at a slow but obvious speed. Bit by bit patch up what he was missing.
Yan Xuanjing stood up, looked at the light group that was brought by the wind when he got up, looked at Lin Mu again, and withdrew the wound medicine in his hand.
He should have seen this picture.
But five hundred years of memory is too long, so he can't remember where he saw it.
Just looking at it makes my heart feel peaceful and warm.
Yan Xuanjing raised his hand, looked at the ball of light stuck to his hands and clothes, and shook slightly, the light ball that was shaken fell on the ground beside them, and the green grass there was refreshed, one after another. Many delicate flower buds were born.
Another part was taken away by Ye Feng and fell into the newly cultivated field of elixir. As soon as the light group was integrated into it, those elixir that should have sprouted for more than ten years suddenly broke out and gave birth to emerald green. Sharp buds.
Yan Xuanjing looked at the field of spirit medicine for a long time, then turned around and found that Lin Mu, who was lying on the ground, had turned into lying on his side at some point. Jing, even the clothes that he ripped off before were mended up by Yuehua's thin threads.
As a nine-tailed fox, Yan Xuanjing has never received such treatment.
He had never seen such a battle when he was dying in the great wasteland when he was a child. The dignified nine-tailed fox was on the verge of dying several times. The monster stole it.
"… "
acid.
Yan Xuanjing stood silently on the edge of the trees and rubbed the light flow of Yuehua until the light flow gradually faded, the spirit medicine in the spirit medicine field had spread its branches and leaves wantonly, and even the grass outside was full of flowers. .
Yan Xuanjing bent down, stretched out his hand and pushed the forest tree that was sleeping soundly on the grass.
When I got close, I found that Lin Mu's head with broken hair had grown a small sprout at some point in time.
Lin Mu was pushed awake by him and stared at him drowsily for a while, before he rolled over in a jerky spirit, lowered his head to examine his body, then turned to look around, stunned for two seconds, and said stutteringly: "I, am I being beaten to death?!"
Yan Xuanjing's eyes fell on the dangling little sprout above Lin Mu's head, and he replied slowly, "Not dead."
Hearing this, Lin Mu got up and turned on the lights in the yard, then turned his head to look carefully.
Not only the grass is full of flowers, but even the potted plants are blooming and bearing fruit, and those who cannot bloom and cannot bear fruit are extraordinarily spiritual.
"... what happened?" Lin Mu asked in a trance.
"Yeah." Yan Xuan nodded, "Yuehua has fallen."
Lin Mu didn't know what Yuehua was. Hearing Yan Xuanjing's cold voice explaining without any fluctuations, he felt that this favor was 80% from Emperor Xiu.
He was about to ask Yan Xuanjing Yuehua if he could use it for cultivation, when he found that the big monster's eyes were drifting towards his head.
Lin Mu felt that Yan Xuanjing, a monster with a sullen face on the surface, was also cold and cold when he spoke, but he actually understood it very well, and he didn't have the cunning of the legendary fox spirit at all.
As he thought so, he raised his hand and touched the top of his head.
With this touch, I touched a few tender leaves, and at the same time felt that my scalp was being pulled.
forest:…
forest:? ?
Lin Mu touched the top of his head with both hands and widened his eyes: "There... what?"
Yan Xuanjing replied, "The tender sprout of a sapling."
Lin Mu was shocked: "?!"
What are you doing!
what's up!
"How could it be on my head..." He paused in the middle of his words, covered his head, pulled a leaf down, felt a pain in his scalp, and grinned at the leaf.
It is Dixiu's leaf.
Lin Mu: "… "
done.
I am now a chloroplast person too.
Lin Mu covered his head and asked Yan Xuanjing, "Do you know... Is there any way to get rid of this?"
Yan Xuanjing looked up from below, was slightly startled when he heard this question, and replied, "Press it back."
"?"
Are you monsters so casual
Lin Mu hesitated for a moment, and obediently pressed down on the small seedling. With a hard effort, the seedling was like a mimosa, and instantly closed the leaves and shrank back.
Lin Mu was greatly relieved.
Yan Xuanjing now knew that Lin Mu's bloodline was some kind of tree.
But he didn't say anything, and after seeing that Lin Mu was all right, he bid farewell.
He had to go to the entrance of the passage and wait for his father to send a letter. In addition, the ginseng doll was still looking for friends in the mountains.
He didn't stay beside the little ginseng, and only left him two hairs. Those alert little monsters should have found one or two.
Lin Mu sent Yan Xuanjing to the gate of the courtyard, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "If you're not busy... can you come again when you're free?"
Yan Xuanjing understood, it meant that he wanted to fight again.
He asked, "Aren't you afraid of pain?"
"I'm afraid, but I have to work hard." Lin Mu said, looking at the big monster with a cold expression, grinning and revealing two small pear vortexes, "It won't always hurt me."
Yan Xuanjing was stunned, and looked at the trees in disbelief.
The little half-demon provoked him.
Really bold.
"Can."
As a return gift from rubbing Yuehua.
Yan Xuan nodded, and in the next instant, he disappeared from Lin Mu.
Two days later, Yan Xuanjing walked around the entrance and received a reply from his father from the gatekeeper who was in charge of the registration.
The font of Kuangcao is wild and wild, and he didn't care about his son at all, and he didn't mention the situation of the Great Wilderness at all. There was only one sentence in the letter.
—Where did you get the breath of Dixiu