She didn't know where to go. She couldn't go where there were people, and those people must be searching all over the mountains. She couldn't stay here.
Qu Weiyin's head hung on her shoulder, and as Luo Jinxiao walked, Qu Weiyin's long hair swept across her arms.
Luo Jinxiao secretly squeezed her cotton-like palm.
The slender shoulders and back were covered with scars, which made people feel pity. Luo Jinxiao sighed, took out the elixir, and sprinkled it on all the exposed wounds.
Through the peripheral vision, Luo Jinxiao could vaguely see Qu Weiyin's long eyelashes and the blood-red mark on her forehead.
Luo Jinxiao had a sad face and slapped her thighs a few times. How should she make a decision? Should she save a demon
But Qu Weiyin didn't seem to be that bad.
Qu Weiyin murmured softly, revealing a look of pain.
All her wounds were soaked and turned white. Luo Jinxiao couldn't help scratching his head. Then he pulled Qu Weiyin up, so that her naked back was not touching the ground, and then he whispered the water-avoiding formula.
Qu Weiyin's delicate back was now covered with bloodstains. Luo Jinxiao reached back and touched himself, only to find a few scratches.
Forget it, forget it. Luo Jinxiao sighed heavily, strode forward, dragged Qu Weiyin's wrist, and pulled the remaining half of her body out of the water and onto the shore.
My parents always told me to be a moral person.
Qu Weiyin's body was not as cold and hard as she really was. Even when she held it so carefully, it was actually quite soft.
"Those people didn't catch up." Luo Jinxiao said again, and she lifted Qu Weiyin up to prevent her from slipping.
Qu Weiyin was silent for a long time. Her throat seemed to be blocked by something and she couldn't speak. She simply gave up speaking and leaned her head on Luo Jinxiao's shoulder again.
It would be great if such a beautiful woman hadn’t turned into a demon.
From the long night to the dawn, Luo Jinxiao walked along the river without stopping until a beam of milky white appeared at the end of the river in the early morning, and then Qu Weiyin opened his eyes.
She stared at Luo Jinxiao's profile for a long time before realizing where she was.
Luo Jinxiao noticed her movements, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, shaking his head and saying, "You're finally awake."
Qu Weiyin was still a little dazed. She thought Luo Jinxiao would leave.
After all, who would be so stupid as to save someone who might kill them
Apart from her pretty face, everything else about the girl looked very ordinary. She was just picked up at random and had no special features. However, a tiny warmth slowly welled up in her heart.
It seemed like it had been a long time since anyone had shown her kindness.
Luo Jinxiao frowned and looked into the distance, pursing her pink lips, wondering, "Is this road in the right direction? Why is it getting further and further off the track?"
"Yes." Qu Weiyin said. She patted Luo Jinxiao's arm and tried to make her voice sound indifferent. "Let go. This little bit of Lu I can still bear."
Luo Jinxiao made an "oh" sound, bent his knees slightly, and put down Qu Weiyin.
After Qu Weiyin landed on the ground, she wrapped her clothes and looked slightly angry. She had never been so miserable before. Her legs were weak, her hair was disheveled, and her body was covered with wounds.
"Why don't you run away?" Qu Weiyin didn't even look at Luo Jinxiao, she strode forward and said expressionlessly.
Luo Jinxiao hurriedly followed, scratched his head subconsciously, and whispered: "I think you are at least protecting me. I can't be so cold-blooded."
Qu Weiyin sneered, her phoenix eyes flickered, and she glanced at Luo Jinxiao: "Don't be so sentimental."
When she was hit by the water, she did subconsciously pull the little piece of trash a few times, but she only did it out of convenience because she knew that her master was from the Wuhui Sect.
She has been in the world for so many years that her shell has become hard enough.
No one can touch the inside.
The river was surging, making a rustling sound in my ears. The mud and sand were rolled up by the water, like gray-yellow flowers, which shattered on the river bank and soaked Luo Jinxiao's cloth boots.
Qu Weiyin reached out and pulled her, motioning her to walk inside.
"What's your name?" Qu Weiyin suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, and amid the sound of water, she seemed less cold.
"My surname is Luo, Luo Jinxiao." Luo Jinxiao was a little flattered and answered in a low voice.
Both of them were very tired, unable to wield their swords and walking slowly. After a few hours, Luo Jinxiao couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hands, saying he was tired.
Qu Weiyin didn't say anything, nor did she force her to leave like before. Instead, she found a tree and sat down against the trunk.
Luo Jinxiao let out a long sigh, his steps became lighter, he lay on the ground, not caring about the dust, and lay on his back, and soon fell asleep.
After Qu Weiyin finished practicing her skills, her eyes involuntarily fell on the girl. Because she had taken off two outer clothes, she was now wearing very thin clothes. Her slender neck was tilted, and she was sleeping soundly, completely defenseless.
Qu Weiyin touched herself, hesitated for a moment, took off her coat, stood up and put it on Luo Jinxiao's chest.
The girl smacked her lips in her sleep. Her lips were as pink and smooth as jade, her nose was high, and her eyelashes were as long as feathers.
Qu Weiyin looked for a while, then looked away. She saw that the place where Luo Jinxiao was lying was not quite flat, so she bent down, and when her hand touched her body, it trembled slightly.
After a pause, she continued to use her strength to pick up Luo Jinxiao horizontally.
The girl was a little thin and slender, but very light, so it was effortless to hold her, but it hurt a little bit because of the pulling of the wound.
Luo Jinxiao was so tired that he didn't wake up at all. He even hummed and leaned into Qu Weiyin's arms.
Qu Weiyin didn't dare to look down. She found a flat place and put Luo Jinxiao down.
Time passed slowly, and a small black shadow appeared on the horizon. Then, the shadow gradually grew larger, and when it got closer, a strong wind suddenly blew.
Qu Weiyin suddenly felt relieved. She stretched out her hand to block the air flow, and a huge ferocious beast appeared mixed with dust. Its back was several feet wide, with long wings reaching the sky, and its eyes were red. When it opened its mouth, it sounded like a dragon's roar, covering up the sound of the river.
When it saw Qu Weiyin, it lowered its body, but when it saw Luo Jinxiao, it suddenly opened its bloody mouth, fangs mixed with saliva, and roared loudly.
Luo Jinxiao was naturally frightened awake. She screamed, jumped up, grabbed Qu Weiyin's hand, took a few steps back and hid behind her.
Qu Weiyin was touched unexpectedly and subconsciously wanted to push it away, but in the end she forced herself to endure it and did not move.
"Qiongqi!" she said sternly. Upon hearing this, Qiongqi stopped roaring, lowered his huge head, but his eyes were still fixed on Luo Jinxiao, and he licked his lips.
"What is this?" Luo Jinxiao saw a ferocious beast for the first time and was so scared that he hid behind Qu Weiyin.
"Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you." Qu Weiyin spoke, and she stretched out her hand. Qiongqi shook his head and walked over, putting the hair on his ear into Qu Weiyin's palm.
Luo Jinxiao finally breathed a sigh of relief. She tilted her head to look at the beast that looked like a giant insect, and she was delighted: "Now that you have it, can you go back to the demon world?"
Qu Weiyin's eyes moved and she nodded.
Qu Weiyin jumped onto Qiongqi's back, looked at the sky behind him, and then reached out his hand to Luo Jinxiao.
"I never forget my gratitude, I will send you back to Wuhuimen."
Luo Jinxiao looked up at the woman standing against the light, and involuntarily reached out his hand and held her palms, feeling a warm connection. Qu Weiyin pulled her up with force, and Qiongqi roared, turned around and rushed into the sky.
Her heart, trembling slightly because of the speed, burst into joy. Luo Jinxiao opened her arms, feeling the cold wind blowing her long hair. She turned around and met Qu Weiyin's gaze.
The woman had a graceful figure, with her long white arms exposed, her shoulders straight, and her waist slender. She was stunningly beautiful and evil.
As Luo Jinxiao watched, he suddenly laughed. His smile was like two whirlpools, filled with sunlight and full of cuteness.
Qu Weiyin suppressed the corner of her mouth that was about to rise. She turned sideways and said tensely, "From now on, don't trust others so easily."
"You, the dignified Demon Lord, are the same, aren't you?" Luo Jinxiao said in a low voice. She began to be curious about this legendary Demon Lord, and what kind of person she was underneath her vicious reputation.
It’s a pity that she didn’t have more opportunities to explore.
"It's because I'm so gullible that I ended up like this." Qu Weiyin whispered, her tiny murmurs drifting away with the wind and could not be heard clearly.
"We're almost there." Qu Weiyin said, looking down at the mountains below her feet, a hint of nostalgia flashing across her eyes.
"You little piece of shit, let me ask you a question," she said.
"You have great talent, but you are too young. If you become a top-notch master in the future, will you join your fellow disciples in defeating me, the Demon Lord?"
Luo Jinxiao did not hesitate and shook her head repeatedly. She smiled and said, "I don't like suffering, nor do I like war. If I were to become a person who could command the support of hundreds, I would only think of ways to bring peace to the world."
Qu Weiyin raised her phoenix eyes slightly, then suddenly lowered her eyelashes, and the corners of her lips slightly curled up.
"Then, I'm leaving?" Luo Jinxiao took out his sword, walked to the edge, looked back at Qu Weiyin standing alone in the wind, and strangely felt a sense of reluctance.
This was so strange. A day ago, she was afraid that the female devil would use her up and then kill her.
Qu Weiyin nodded slightly.
"Hmm..." Luo Jinxiao stroked his messy hair, "See you when I grow up."
"I'm very busy, how could I remember you?" Qu Weiyin raised her eyebrows and said indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Luo Jinxiao curled his lips, rolled his eyes, turned around and jumped into the air. Accompanied by the flaming sunset, his slender figure quickly disappeared in the wind.
"You'd better keep your word." After a long time, Qu Weiyin whispered. She hugged herself and touched her arms which were a little cold.
Qiongqi flapped its wings, turned in mid-air, and flew towards the setting sun.
The figures of a man and a beast gradually faded away towards the setting sun that seemed to have melted a piece of gold.
(End of Extra 1)
The author has something to say: Extra 2 is about the Sect Master and Zhao Zhao, if you are interested you can read it~
To escape or not to escape, Luo Jinxiao's heart was tangled into a tangled knot with no beginning or end.
The girl's shoulders were a little tender and not full enough, but they were already very strong. From her distance, she could clearly see the small fuzz under Luo Jinxiao's ears.
Qu Weiyin lowered her head and looked at the clothes she was wearing.
Then he searched her body, tore off her outermost layer of clothes, put it on Qu Weiyin, and half-knelt down to carry the unconscious woman on his back.