Demons have powerful self-healing abilities.
Qing Ruo gave him medicine, instead of using the cleansing technique, she found a set of clothes from his Qiankun bag for him to change into.
She turned her back, and Lin Zhao obediently used spells to clean up the blood, and changed her clothes.
"Qing Ruo, it's done."
Qingruo turned around, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, with one leg curled up on the edge of the bed and the other in the air, holding the changed clothes in his hands, looking up at her.
A horribly scarred face looked pitiful because of its gentle, well-behaved and somewhat ignorant expression, with pointed ears and blood-red eyes, like a confused monster after being injured.
Qing Ruo hooked her lips, with a very light and indulgent smile, stepped forward to take the clothes in his hand, folded them neatly beside him and put them into her Qiankun bag.
Take out a quilt, go to bed and pull him to lie down together, meet Shang Linzhao's puzzled eyes, cover the two of them with a quilt, "Take a rest, try not to practice, even if you can't sleep, just lie down quietly .”
He hummed lightly.
Qing Ruo raised her hand, a magic spell covered the night pearl embedded on the cave wall, and in the darkness, her hand under the quilt slowly approached, holding his cold hand.
After a while, the two of them breathed almost in sync, and he held her little hand in his big rough one with his backhand.
Without the camouflage of cultivation, there are scars on his hands, protruding joints, thick calluses, the strength of holding Qing Ruo is a little too strong, and her delicate skin hurts slightly.
Qing Ruo turned her body sideways, and slowly placed her other hand on his face. The scars on his face were deep and heavy, criss-crossing his face, making people feel horrified just by touching it.
She slid her fingertips one by one, and her fingers finally stopped at his chin. Without saying anything, she sighed softly.
In the dark, she sighed slightly, the pain in her heart made Lin Zhao almost unable to breathe.
Lin Zhao raised his hand to hold Qing Ruo's hand that was about to leave.
Pulling her finger, I reached the deepest and largest scar on the skull, and touched the scar from the top to the bottom in the way she just wiped it.
"It was hacked by the head of Xuanjue Sect."
Then there is the scar from the left eye across the bridge of the nose to the corner of the mouth on the right, "This was cut by the head of Jinghe Sect."
Counting the scars one by one, not only a few big sects, but also some small sects are involved. The last scar on his arm reached the palm, holding Qing Ruo's fingertips.
Lin Zhao came over and kissed her lips. The scar on her lips rubbed against her lips, making it tingle and tingle.
"Qingruo, let's sleep for a while."
Qing Ruo hummed, and leaned her cheek against his chest.
If Qingruo really fell asleep, she was woken up by Lin Zhao knocking on her forehead.
Waking up ignorantly, he saw his hand approaching her forehead again, raised his hand to grab it, and called him softly, "Lin Zhao."
He was smiling, soft and gentle, looking weird on a face covered with scars.
Before calling, "Qing Ruo, Gun Gun is dead."
Qingruo lost all sleepiness in an instant, let go of his hand and turned over and sat up straight, his eyes were full of anger and heartache, but his voice was so calm and cold, "Who?"
Lin Zhao followed suit and sat up, got out of bed slowly, stood by the bed and raised his head slightly to pull his wrinkled clothes, "The sect has attacked the Xuanjue sect."
Qingruo frowned, then opened her eyes suddenly, "Your cultivation base has been lowered?!"
Obviously, the Zongmen did not dare to deal with Lin Zhao, but if the fact that Lin Zhao's cultivation level was lowered was known by the Zongmen, it would not be certain.
Lin Zhao was not in a hurry at all, he hummed lightly, and stretched out his hand when he saw that she was about to get up from the bed. After Qing Ruo got off the bed, he let go, took out his Qiankun bag, lowered his head and started to take it in. thing.
Flying artifacts, defensive artifacts, a bunch of messy things are either used for escape or for life.
Qing Ruo frowned at the side, he tidied up his things, began to put them on his body, turned around and handed Qing Ruo a magic weapon, a flying magic weapon, and the speed was almost the ultimate in the magic weapon, "Go back to the sect or Go find your father."
Qingruo didn't answer, and stared straight into his eyes, "What about you? Where are you going?"
Lin Zhao fixedly glanced at her, the persistence in her eyes.
He turned his head back, put the flying magic weapon in his hand on the bed, and continued to pack his things, "The Xuanjue Sect is in chaos, this place is not safe anymore."
Qing Ruo grabbed his arm with great strength, and even used her spiritual energy.
Lin Zhao's current cultivation level is far from that of Qing Ruo's, his arm hurts, and he turns his head to look at Qing Ruo with displeasure.
She looked even more angry with a cold and calm face, but her words were calm, "With your current cultivation level, it is easy for several major sects to join hands to kill you."
Lin Zhao shook her arm, but Qing Ruo squeezed her hand even tighter.
The violent killing energy in his body began to surge uncontrollably, and the middle of the black scar on his face began to turn blood red.
Qing Ruo still looked at him, neither dodging nor giving in, and had no intention of giving in at all.
Lin Zhao lowered his head first, "Qing Ruo. You go back to the sect or go to your father."
He repeated, with a helpless tone.
Qing Ruo let go of his arm and stepped aside.
Lin Zhao didn't look up, and continued to pack his things, and then started to walk deeper into the cave.
The distance was a little far, Qingruo called out to him.
The cave was full of echoes of her words, "Lin Zhao... Lin Zhao... Lin Zhao..."
She yelled once, but countless voices echoed in the cave.
Lin Zhao paused for a moment, but continued to walk forward.
"Lin Zhao... Lin Zhao..." Qing Ruo shouted again.
Lin Zhao curled his lips and scolded himself for being an inhuman demon.
He stopped and turned around.
There was a long distance between them, and he turned around, relying on his good eyesight, even though it was not clear, he did see the sudden smile on her face.
Bright, hot, like the sun above the head, if you get too close, you will burn, if you are too far away, you will miss that kind of warmth.
Da da da footsteps mixed with the echo of the road, Qingruo ran over, she had never brought a walker in this cave, her long hair was flying behind her, I don't know if it was the wind that picked up her hair or her His hair picked up the wind.
near, near.
There are still five meters.
Qing Ruo stopped, opened her arms wide, and said in a voice full of smiles, "Lin Zhao, come and pick me up."
Lin Zhao laughed.
Nodding his head, he strode towards her, supported her face with two big palms on both sides, bowed his head tenderly and lingeringly but domineeringly, and kissed her fragrant and sweet lips.
Qing Ruo let go of her outstretched arms, and stared at him with wide eyes.
"Qing Ruo, close your eyes."
He put her lips in his mouth and explained indistinctly, and put his hands on her cheeks, and then kissed anxiously and lingeringly.
Later, Qingruo told him that if he didn't turn back when he called him that day, she would still follow up by herself.
Lin Zhao smiled and didn't answer, but he was thinking in his heart, in fact, she couldn't leave that day, even if she didn't call him, he would turn back in the end.
He is too clear that his temptation will not pass his own level in the first place.
It's just that she let him win this time. After winning this temptation, she won even more.
The two began their days of being hunted down.
Qing Ruo has now become a female devil that everyone shouts and beats.
Lin Zhao is not only upright, but the demons also want to kill him, after all he also occupies the title of a demon king.
Demons are more straightforward than decent people and don't know how to beat around the bush. The Demon King's cultivation level has been lowered, so whoever kills him will be the new Demon King.
It was so straightforward that Qingruo was so irritable that he almost hid from the chase, and kicked Linzhao's feet to vent his anger when he had nothing to do.
The years in the world of cultivating immortals are the real Baijun. They hide from hunting and hunting, relying on their various high-level magic weapons and hunting and hunting skills, they hide in various secret caves for several months.
Four years have passed in a flash, and the world of cultivating immortals has almost become black and white.
Lin Zhao is about to quench his body again.
Qing Ruo was about to collapse.
Because Linzhao told her very seriously that this body tempering time will take a long time, and after the body tempering, his cultivation base will drop to nothing, and he doesn't know the specific situation.
Therefore, they must be fully prepared.
Thankfully, although Linzhao's cultivation has been declining, Qing Ruo has continuously improved his actual combat experience in dodging and fighting in the past few years.
Qing Ruo handed the roasted monster leg to Lin Zhao.
The ugly and edible guy took it and ate it big mouthfuls, Qing Ruo rolled his eyes, and was about to tear the other leg and pass it over.
Linzhao already needs to eat now, he is even uglier than before... even uglier...
The skin is no longer white and tender, the skin under the scars is a color between purple and bronze, very similar to the lowest level of little devils that naturally grow in the dark.
It can be said that if he is not with Qing Ruo now, basically all the monks will not recognize him as an impending call when they see him.
Lin Zhao finished eating the whole monster, and burped leisurely.
Pulled a piece of grass from the side and put it into his mouth, leaning on the branch behind his back and swinging his legs lazily, "Qingruo, what do you think I will become if I am tempered again?"
Qing Ruo rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him. What she was thinking about now was not what he would become, but the life-saving magic weapon of the two of them. In fact, the endless hunting and killing in the past few years has almost been consumed.
If he becomes weak again, how will she protect him.
After Lin Zhao ate the meat, his hands were oily, and after seeing Qing Ruo throwing away the branch of the barbecue, he stretched out his hands naturally, waiting for Qing Ruo to use magic to clean his hands.
Such a simple little spell, an introductory spell, the spell of a three-year-old in the world of cultivating immortals, it is not impossible for him to cast it now, but it is very difficult.
The two are now in the World of Warcraft Forest. Lin Zhao's body is too weak, and he has regained the instinct of the demon race. He is more active at night, weaker during the day, and afraid of the sun.
This will eat something, the shade is lush, he is leaning on the tree trunk, dangling grass, a little drowsy and sleepy.
Qingruo sighed a long time, took out Xiaobo from the Qiankun bag and was smashed at it.
What she can't accept the most now is that he, a demon, actually has a cold? !
Or it was because I was cold when I slept two days ago...
Probably he didn't have the concept of catching a cold, but his nose started to runny the next day. Lin Zhao's current nose is not a normal nose, so I won't describe the color, anyway Qingruo can't accept it.
Lin Zhao frequently asked her to perform the cleansing technique, which made her feel strange, and asked him what's wrong.
The guy was so cute and aggrieved that he felt like there was always water coming out of his nose.
Then I started coughing...
In the world of cultivating immortals, whether it is a human or a demon, this is probably the first time someone has caught a cold.
So Lin Zhao didn't understand what happened to him at all.
Or Qing Ruo briefly explained what is going on with such symptoms.
From then on, Qing Ruo didn't dare to let him, who was always cold, catch a cold...
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Qing Ruo,
I am scared,
I'm afraid you will accompany me to hell.
I am afraid that hell will not have you.
—[Black box]