The cloth wrapped around her chest had long been soaked with blood, but she seemed to feel no pain as she silently peeled it off and burned the bloodstained cloth.
Luo Jinxiao had been staring at her at first, but now he lowered his head.
Even if we use her, we have to use her within our capabilities. This little piece of trash is injured, and the horse needs to eat grass. Let her rest for a while, we can't just keep on going.
The wound from killing those people just now opened up again, and a warm feeling flowed through my chest.
Although Qu Weiyin looked ferocious, God had given her an excellent body, which was delicate where it should be delicate and soft where it should be soft. Under the sunlight, she was set off by the grass and soil, making her extremely eye-catching.
"Can't walk anymore?" Qu Weiyin suddenly spoke. She walked a few steps to Luo Jinxiao and leaned over to feel her pulse. Luo Jinxiao was suddenly touched on the chest by her and was so scared that she leaned back and sat on the ground.
She gasped and her face wrinkled.
"There's nothing, what are you afraid of?" Qu Weiyin said contemptuously, then sat cross-legged on the ground and wiped his hands on his clothes.
Seeing her slightly disgusted gesture, Luo Jinxiao couldn't help but puff up his cheeks and whispered, "It's okay to wear someone else's clothes if you steal them, but it's hypocritical to touch them."
Qu Weiyin looked at her coldly, then grasped her wrist with one hand and twisted it to the side. Luo Jinxiao cried out softly and was immediately unable to move.
Qu Weiyin then placed his hand on her heart and left.
Qu Weiyin could naturally see the vigilance in her eyes, and sneered, looking up at the sky. It was almost dusk, and the fiery red sun hung in the sky, radiating its brilliance without any effort.
Qu Weiyin glanced at her and was too lazy to speak.
She lowered her eyes, hesitated for a long time, then silently took out a bottle of medicine, stood up and walked to Qu Weiyin.
Qu Weiyin's lips had turned pale. She looked at the elixir in Luo Jinxiao's hand, and a wave of anger surged in her heart. She raised her eyes and asked, "How dare you lie to me?"
Luo Jinxiao didn't dare to look.
Qu Weiyin wiped away the blood with great pain, frowning slightly.
"Little waste." She suddenly spoke, breathing heavily because of the pain. Hearing this, Luo Jinxiao shuddered and raised his head.
Qu Weiyin frowned and said, "Nonsense, I know that as long as I can support myself and return to the Demon Realm, anything is fine."
She panted a few times before continuing, "If it really comes to that, I'll tear off your clothes and tie up your wound to stop the bleeding."
She did not show her vulnerability, but it was difficult to endure this level of injury. The fact that a person could endure it like this made Luo Jinxiao's tense heart soften a little.
Luo Jinxiao stuck out his tongue, said nothing, half-knelt and leaned over to sprinkle the elixir drop by drop on Qu Weiyin's wound.
Qu Weiyin endured the pain and had no time to teach Luo Jinxiao a lesson. She tilted her head to look into the distance of the valley and bit her finger into her mouth to stop herself from making any sound.
But she was angry in her heart. She, the great Demon Lord, actually trusted a little girl.
The elixir was effective and the bleeding stopped quickly. Luo Jinxiao put away the medicine bottle, tore off the hem of his clothes, and gently placed it on Qu Weiyin's chest.
A faint fragrance of a woman mixed with the smell of blood came over. Luo Jinxiao's hands were shaking a little. She held the two ends of the cloth strip, closed her eyes and passed it under Qu Weiyin's arm.
He said to himself, this is a tree, this is a tree, and then he tied a knot behind him firmly.
Qu Weiyin looked at Luo Jinxiao in surprise. Before she could say anything, Luo Jinxiao had already retreated - a few feet away. If you look closely, you will find that her hands are still shaking.
Qu Weiyin stared at her for a while, then picked up the coat and put it on her shoulders again.
A circle of flames immediately ignited around Luo Jinxiao. She fanned the ashes with her hand and tentatively said, "I'm too tired now and can't escape. Can you get rid of this thing? What if I fall asleep and move around and it touches me?"
"I will die if I touch you. Do I need you?" Qu Weiyin said indifferently. She folded her hands, and a faint golden light rose, trying to repair her internal organs.
Seeing that she was silent, Luo Jinxiao secretly pouted and turned around to face her with his butt.
The night gradually enveloped the valley, the chirping of birds and insects echoed all around, and the occasional roar of animals was creepy.
Only by conserving his energy would he have the strength to escape. Luo Jinxiao touched his erected hairs, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
But this night was destined to be uneasy. By midnight, the moonlight had already become dim and was blocked by dark clouds.
Qu Weiyin was meditating, but suddenly she opened her eyes, her red eyes shining. She suddenly spread out her palms, stretched out her arms, and the Crescent Moon and Star Sword was placed across Luo Jinxiao.
Luo Jinxiao happened to be awakened as well, and when he looked up, he saw a sword, and he screamed in fright.
She looked at Qu Weiyin in surprise, only to see that Qu Weiyin turned his palm over, and the Crescent Moon and Star Sword also turned - a circle, cutting something in half.
Luo Jinxiao looked closely - and saw that it was a starving monster. It looked like a bird, but had a green face and fangs.
She touched her chest and exhaled. The Demon Lord was indeed the Demon Lord. His reaction was much faster than hers.
Qu Weiyin put away the sword, then raised his hand to light a fire, and said expressionlessly: "There are many monsters in this valley. It is not a peaceful place. You can go to sleep."
Luo Jinxiao hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Then you..."
"You can go on your way tomorrow, I'm fine."
Luo Jinxiao uttered an "oh", hugged her knees and lowered her head. After being frightened just now, she couldn't fall asleep for a long time, so she secretly raised her eyes to look at Qu Weiyin.
How to escape
People say that the Demon Lord is cruel and ruthless. If I really send her back to the demon world, will she turn around and burn me to ashes
As if she had noticed Luo Jinxiao's gaze, Qu Weiyin frowned and looked up. Her phoenix eyes were like two crystal gems under the firelight, - twinkling.
The firelight softened the hardness in her eyes.
"Why don't you sleep?" she asked.
Luo Jinxiao shook his head, indicating that he couldn't sleep.
Qu Weiyin chuckled softly, she fiddled with the campfire unconsciously, her eyes lazy.
"At your age, are you also joining them in chasing me?" Qu Weiyin suddenly spoke.
Luo Jinxiao hurriedly shook his head, unable to express his grievances. He was only ordered by his master to go down the mountain to get something. Because the distance was short, he did not fly with a sword. By the time he realized something was wrong, there were already many masters above him.
As the saying goes, when gods fight, the people suffer.
"Then did you come here by mistake?" Qu Weiyin said, seeming less hostile.
"Of course it was an accident." Luo Jinxiao nodded desperately, "Not only did I almost lose my life, but I was also captured as a prisoner..."
Qu Weiyin didn't care about the accusation in her words. She hummed and said, "Just now I heard you say that you are a disciple of Wuhui Sect?"
"yes."
"Wuhuimen, Wuhuimen." Qu Weiyin chanted twice, looking towards the horizon, as if remembering something.
Luo Jinxiao looked at it secretly in the light of the fire, and suddenly had a strange idea, it seemed that this legendary Demon Lord was not that scary.
If she didn't think back to the scene of her killing just now.
Not knowing what was going on, Qu Weiyin suddenly became alert, waved her sleeves to put out the fire, stood up and pulled Luo Jinxiao up, swept away the fire circle, turned around and lay on her back, lowered her voice and said, "It's time to rest. You cultivators are really like dog-skin plasters."
Feeling threatened by her, Luo Jinxiao quickly flew into the air on his sword. Although his spiritual power had recovered a little, he still felt a little tired.
The cool night wind blew on his body. With his sleeves rolled up, Luo Jinxiao gradually felt the presence of people, coming from all directions.
All Luo Jinxiao's knowledge about the demon clan came from hearsay, and in her ears, the Demon Lord was just a name. She began to wonder to what extent Qu Weiyin was evil that he was worth being pursued by so many masters
But she had no time to think about it, so she could only muster all her strength and run around like a fly according to Qu Weiyin's instructions.
Although Qu Weiyin's voice was calm, her breath was getting weaker and weaker, so weak that Luo Jinxiao began to wonder if she would be unable to do anything if he left her and ran away now.
But she quickly dismissed the idea. Even if Qu Weiyin was weak, she should still have the ability to kill her.
"Demon Lord, there is someone ahead, what should we do?" Luo Jinxiao almost cried while running.
"They surrounded us. I don't know how many people there are." Qu Weiyin gritted her teeth and clenched Luo Jinxiao's shoulders, breathing weakly, "Go down."
Luo Jinxiao listened to her and descended quickly on his sword. Below was a river. Dozens of people had already formed a battle formation in the air, and it seemed they had been waiting for a long time.
The night wind was blowing so hard that people's faces were deformed. Luo Jinxiao was getting closer and closer to the formation and started shouting in panic.
Qu Weiyin said something on her back, and suddenly a golden light appeared, and lightning came down from the sky, instantly splitting the formation and causing the people who set up the formation to scatter and roll.
The remaining air flow fell into the river, penetrating 10 feet. Suddenly, walls of water rose up and splashed into the air, soaking everyone.
Luo Jinxiao was splashed by the water that hit her face, and the chill rushed straight into her lungs. Her hands loosened and fell into the water with a splash. She didn't have time to recite the water-avoiding tactics and even swallowed several mouthfuls of water.
In the cold, a hand embraced her from behind and slid her to the bottom of the water.
Luo Jinxiao struggled for a few times and then couldn't move.
There was a light flashing above her head, and Luo Jinxiao felt someone dragging her forward in the water, following the surging river, and constantly crashing into rocks.
However, most of the impact was borne by another person. She was always surrounded by an arm, and she held her breath for too long, and her vision became increasingly darker.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Jinxiao finally spat out saliva, turned over and lay on the ground, coughing violently.
Her nose and ears felt sore and uncomfortable, so she lowered her head and recited the water-avoiding technique, which made her feel better.
After all, he is a cultivator. It would be shameful if he was drowned.
Luo Jinxiao felt a little more comfortable, and then she thought of Qu Weiyin. She looked around quickly, and saw - a person lying on the shore, his coat had been washed away by the water, and his white shoulders and back were covered with bruises and scars.
She hurriedly took two steps forward and then stopped suddenly.
This is a good time, a good time to escape.
Qu Weiyin will not be weaker than she is now. She is the Demon Lord, and I am just a captive kidnapped by her. The important thing is to escape.
Luo Jinxiao began to slowly retreat.
Qu Weiyin seemed to be deeply hurt. She couldn't move at all. Her black hair was like seaweed, swaying in the water.
Her arms were stretched upwards, and the posture seemed as if she was pushing someone ashore.
When Luo Jinxiao smelled the smell of burnt flesh, she almost retched. She took two steps back. Although she was a little panicked, she finally felt relieved. At least Qu Weiyin had no intention of attacking her.
"Come here." Qu Weiyin said, she supported herself on the ground with her hands, and hooked her finger at Luo Jinxiao, "Do you have any magical medicine?"
Luo Jinxiao looked at her wound. Under the bright light, the wound looked even more hideous, with flesh peeling back and blood flowing. She scratched her head in embarrassment and said cautiously, "No, and this was left by a divine weapon. Ordinary spiritual medicine may be useless."
Qu Weiyin saw that this place was relatively secluded, so without saying a word, she took off the clothes draped over her shoulders and let them hang on the ground.