"Sister, how could you, how could you... It's covered in blood and dirt, and it all stinks..."
"Does it smell bad?" Liangyin took the clothes in his hand and brought it to the tip of his nose again, pretending to smell it seriously:
"It doesn't stink at all! Except for the smell of blood and the earthy smell of earth, the rest is just the faint floral fragrance of Qingluo!"
"Sister...!" Qingluo was already so embarrassed that he felt ashamed.
The dim firelight reflected on his handsome face, which looked extremely warm.
Seeing that Qingluo was already so embarrassed, Liangyin stopped teasing and concentrated on warming the clothes in his hands.
Suddenly, the atmosphere became both warm and ambiguous.
Qingluo's clothes were finally baked. Under Liangyin's gaze, Qingluo put on his clothes nervously with a red face.
"Creak-"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of sparse footsteps outside the dark cave entrance. It seemed like someone was walking in, stepping on the dead branches outside.
Before the man came in, the cold aura emanating from his body had already reached the cave.
With a swish, Qing Luo stood up, staring at the cave entrance with sharp eyes, and stood in front of Liang Yin.
Liangyin wanted to stand up, but because her legs were still seriously injured, she couldn't stand up at all.
A sinister laughter came from the dark cave entrance: "Oh, I didn't expect that there are two injured monks halfway up the mountain. It's really a blessing from God! Geez..."
Liangyin stared closely at the dark hole, holding the long sword in his hand and couldn't help but tighten it.
At this moment, the anxious voice of the little fox rang out in her sea of consciousness: "Attention, unlucky man! There is a demon cultivator outside. This demon cultivator is the demon cultivator Qingluo encountered in her previous life after you took away the five spirits. She is not as good as the demon cultivator she encountered on the cliff. build!
Because you were reborn and whitewashed and deviated from the main line. The big boss will definitely transform into a fallen demon later! You have to save your life! "
Demon cultivator? Blackening!
When Liangyin heard this, his eyes were filled with shock.
How could this happen? Why did the darkening happen so quickly
"Sister, don't be afraid, I'm here to protect you." Qingluo seemed to notice the girl's strangeness and turned her head to comfort her.
"Qingluo, please be safe! He is a demon cultivator!" Liang Yin frowned as a reminder.
"Ghost cultivator?!" Upon hearing this, Qingluo's expression suddenly turned cold.
Since ancient times. Demonic cultivators are more cruel than ghosts. If you can walk up and down such a high cliff, your cultivation level will definitely be good.
What ghost cultivators love to do most is to devour the spiritual power of other cultivators, inflict cruel injuries, and then refine the corpses into living dead and make them into their own puppets.
Not long after Liang Yin finished speaking, a middle-aged man wearing a gray Taoist uniform walked in.
The middle-aged man looked very thin. The skin is dark, the skinny face is covered with wrinkles, and the eyes are cloudy and gloomy.
At first glance, he looked like a demon cultivator who often devoured the spiritual power of other monks.
The demon cultivator held a fly whisk in his hand. As he walked in, he clapped his dry hands and said with a smile:
"I met two big fat sheep this time! You can even see my father's cultivation level. Not bad! I like them very much!"
The demon cultivator seemed to have seen Liang Yin's appearance clearly. His face was suddenly filled with obscene lust. He licked his black lips and laughed wildly:
"Oh~ there's a big beauty! I just happened to have studied some new postures to try! Last time, the big beauty couldn't help but tossing and died in a few strokes.
I wonder if this great beauty can withstand my torture! "
The demonic cultivator touched his chin and pulled out a long black whip with barbs from his interdimensional ring.
Liang Yin, who was sitting on the ground, looked at the ghost cultivator's obscene smile and felt a wave of nausea in his heart.
Qingluo, who was standing in front of Liangyin, had already turned so dark that he was almost dripping with water.
He held the long sword in his hand, his eyes filled with terrible murderous intent: "You are looking for death!"
Before Qing Luo finished speaking, he suddenly raised his toes and slashed at the demon cultivator.
The demon cultivator looked at the wound on Qing Luo's shoulder and tugged at the corner of his dark mouth coldly: "You're injured like this. How dare you fight back?"
The ghost cultivator's eyes were full of disdain, and he whipped up his barbed whip. Then he whipped towards Qing Luo.
There was a loud bang! The demon cultivator was slashed by Qing Luo and fell far back.
The sword energy cut a long gash on the demon cultivator's old face, and dark blood flowed out, carrying a stench that was extremely unpleasant.
Mo Xiu's eyes widened and he covered his face, he didn't expect it. Qing Luo, with his level of cultivation, could still use such powerful spiritual power despite being seriously injured.
He was greatly shocked. When he raised his head, he saw the young man slashing at him with his sword again.
The ghost cultivator stopped thinking of underestimating the enemy. He suddenly gathered his spiritual power. He hit Qing Luo.
The ghost cultivator tried his best this time, and his strength was quite terrifying.
After a long struggle, Qingluo gained the upper hand.
Qing Luo's shoulder strain became more and more serious, and the blood had stained half of his shoulder red.
Liang Yin, who stood up from the ground while holding on to his long sword, was already extremely anxious.
Now Qing Luo is in urgent need of help. If he wants to help, there is no other way unless his legs are connected properly, otherwise it will only hinder Qing Luo.
She hurriedly asked the male god in the sea of consciousness:
"Mr. God, is there any way you can help me temporarily restore this leg? I want to help Qing Luo!"
In the sea of consciousness, the male god's voice was a little tangled:
"Unlucky man, it's not that I don't want to help you. It's just that since we came here, the main line of history has been tampered with and deviated.
Ordinarily, not long ago, according to the main mission that cannot be deviated from, you should have taken away or disabled the five talents of the big boss, and then knocked him off the cliff.
But. Think about it, not only did you not knock the big boss off the cliff, nor did you take away his innate spiritual root, you even fell down together to save him.
This main line has deviated too much, and he must go dark now, can you understand? "
"But...but I don't want to, seeing how hard he works!"
Liang Yin bit her lip, looking at Qing Luo who was hit in the chest by a whip from the demon cultivator in the distance, her eyes filled with mist.
Qingluo was clearly at the end of his strength, but he still tried his best to protect her, but she could do nothing.
In the sea of consciousness, the male god felt Liang Yin's sad state of mind and couldn't help but sigh:
"Unlucky man... It's not easy for you to meet him again. You were reborn here, just to tamper with history and let his soul obsession rest in peace. To resolve the curse of resentment on you.
It has been impossible for you and him for a long time, can you understand? He was actually long dead. "
The boy didn't finish his sentence. The string in Liangyin's mind suddenly broke.
The tears fell down like a broken thread.
She knew, how could she not know that they were impossible? ! But just because I know. That's why she cherishes the time she has now!