When Xuewu I came back, I brought back not only herbs but also two wild rabbits, all wrapped in a lot of lotus leaves, his hair and clothes were all wet, and he didn't look like a top expert, but It's not embarrassing, it's still so elegant.
Le Tian couldn't help sighing: "You must have many friends."
Xue Wuwo was lighting a fire, when he heard this, he raised his eyes and said, "I think so too."
Xue Wuwo not only has amazing swordsmanship, but also skins rabbits neatly. Seeing that he is going to roast rabbits with his own sword, Le Tian hurriedly took out the Vajra Fan from his sleeve, "Use this."
Xue Wuwo took the Vajra Fan and stroked it lightly, "Good fan."
Le Tian: "The fan bone was removed, and it happened to be skewered with rabbit meat."
Xue Wuwo threw the Vajra Fan back to him, "This fan is from a famous master, let's use my sword." It turned out that he didn't care about his sword at all.
Le Tian threw the Vajra Fan back into his arms, "This Vajra Fan has never been stained with blood."
Yukina looked up, with a faint smile on his face, "My sword has never been stained with blood."
Even though he said so, he still stuck the sword into the ground beside him, took the Vajra Fan and lightly dismantled an invincible magic weapon into pieces.
The vajra fan is interlocking, and the eighteen fan bones are connected together by the most flexible golden silk in the world. The fan surface is radiant and tough, and Xue Wuwo only uses his slender and white fingers to pull it easily. The fan was torn apart like a paper fan.
This is Mr. Hanyue's most proud weapon in the past three years, but it is not as good as a pair of pale hands.
Rabbit meat was skewered on black iron fan bones, exuding a greasy aroma on the fire.
Xue Wuwo twirled some of the spices I picked back and sprinkled it on. Although it looked black and green and not very good-looking, the fragrance increased sharply, sweeping through the narrow cave, and Le Tian couldn't help swallowing.
After the black iron is quenched, the temperature is extremely high, and the black gold color on the surface emits a faint red light, but Xue Wuwo doesn't seem to feel hot at all, unfolds the lotus leaf, and puts the roasted rabbit meat one by one on the emerald green leaf. Going up, he said to the salivating Le Tian: "It's very hot, wait a minute."
It turned out that he also knew it was hot.
Le Tian asked curiously, "Don't you feel hot?"
Xue Wuwo stretched out his own hands. These hands have distinct joints, ten fingers are slender, pale and bloodless, and the palms are stained with black-green spices and oily flowers. They look ordinary hands, but they are hands that have never known pain. , "Although it's hot, it's bearable."
Le Tian became more and more curious about Xue Wuwo, and the system kept his mouth shut except for telling him that Xue Wuwo was a living dead.
The rabbit meat roasted by Xuewuwo was delicious, and Letian’s mouth was full of oil. While he was eating, Xuewu, I kept looking at the rain curtain outside the cave, wondering what I was thinking. The wet clothes were gradually drying, Letian After looking carefully, I realized that what he was wearing was actually the crudest plain clothes.
Maybe it's because his temperament is too outstanding, and his demeanor is too attractive. When people look at him, they can't help feeling that he is wearing a fancy dress.
Letian seems to understand the reason why Xue Wuwo said that his sword is not necessarily a good sword.
A sword may be just a sword made by a blacksmith on the street for three taels of silver. Whether it is good or not is entirely in the hands of the sword maker.
When Le Tian finished eating, Xuewu and I also turned our faces away, "Take the medicine."
The medicinal herb was held in his pale hands, drop by drop of the medicinal juice fell on Le Tian's wound, Le Tian screamed in pain, Xuewu I heard his howl like a wolf, "Would a martial arts practitioner be afraid of pain? "
Letian bared his teeth and said, "I'm not only afraid, but also very scared." He yelled loudly, and the sound echoed in the cave like a ghost crying.
Xuewu I can't remember the past, the blood is empty in my mind, and it seems to be extremely quiet in my memory, there are rarely such vivid and noisy voices.
very strange.
Xuewu, I think I should be a person who likes to make friends very much.
I was full, and the wound was also given medicine. The medicine seemed to have a calming effect. Le Tian leaned against the stone wall and gradually fell asleep. It was raining endlessly outside, so a little firelight was not enough to warm a wounded person who bled a lot The bloody person, Le Tian hugged himself in his sleep and instinctively wanted to keep warm.
At this time, a warm chest approached him, and Le Tian hugged this broad embrace tightly following the warmth.
Yukimoto patted his back lightly, as if holding a shivering child, humming a gentle song, as if he had done this a long time ago.
Meng Le was born beautiful, his face and lips were a little pale after he lost blood, and he looked weaker, but as soon as he opened his eyes, that bright and cheerful spirit would appear again, and on his cheeks There was a very faint trace of blood, Yukino I touched that trace, snatched a little aroma from it and licked it into my mouth, it was a sweet taste.
The dark and messy cave also becomes comfortable and warm because of this little fragrance.
Xue Wuwo lowered his face and looked at Meng Letian intently, his eyes were never content, his emotions were all restrained in his heart, at this moment he was looking at Meng Letian, his eyes could not help revealing a little greed.
Meng Letian slept soundly, curled up in Xue Wuwo's arms, and tried his best to stick to the heat source. Although Xue Wuwo was a living dead man without a pulse, his body still exuded a warm and clean smell.
Xue Wuwo lowered his head, his lips were already very close to the fast-healing wound on Meng Letian's face, as long as he opened his mouth, he could lick the unbearably sweet taste, but he still stopped.
Friends should be more important than many things.
Le Tian woke up and found himself lying in Xue Wuwo's arms. He was not surprised at all. The rain was still falling outside, and the injury on his leg didn't hurt so much. He just lay on Xue Wuwo's body and prepared to go back to sleep. It hasn't passed yet, he is still a little confused, like a lazy cat.
Xue Wuwo patted his back lightly, with a calm expression on his face.
The sound of rain was very loud, and there was no cover in the wilderness. I could already hear the sound of footsteps outside the cave.
The rain will disperse people's footprints and breath, and Xue Wuwo's foot strength is naturally unparalleled in the world, so it took a full night for those people to catch up.
The leader is Zhuge Qing, the black-faced swordsman. Standing beside him are dozens of famous masters in the arena. Many of them, like Li Ke, are characters who will not be easily driven by others. At this moment, they are all obediently standing by Zhuge Qing. Stand by and wait for orders to be given.
Zhuge Qing didn't dare to act rashly because he saw Dan Tongzi's body.
Such a fast sword is beyond his imagination.
With a sword strike, the heads of the four Dan Tongzi were all separated from their necks, but there was not a little blood splashed, so that their clothes were clean.
There really is such a fast sword in this world
The heavy rain was pouring down, and the air was filled with the smell of mud. Zhuge Qing pulled the bamboo hat on his head and said in a low voice, "People are inside."
This is nonsense, but it is a nonsense that has to be said.
He is asking a dead ghost to come out to explore the way and die.
Although none of the people who followed him wanted to die, they were all doomed to be scapegoats. When they got here, they couldn't turn back.
"I'll go." Ye Mingdong, who was wearing a light-colored coir raincoat, took a step forward. He was the least embarrassed person among them, but ordinary people would always get some mud spots on their bodies after running around in the heavy rain all night, and he was wearing a light-colored coir raincoat. , but the silver brocade boots still look very clean, because he has always been a person who hates dirt.
He couldn't bear to mix with people like Zhuge Qing, and he might as well die sooner.
As long as he dies, those dirty things can dissipate.
"Friends in the cave, please report your name." Ye Mingdong took a step forward and said coldly.
Everyone asked him to report his name, but Xue Wuwo didn't know his own name, so he chose to remain silent.
Meng Letian still slept soundly. Going back to the cage was a sweeter and happier thing than usual sleep. Once he fell into it and knew that the embrace he was lying in was so warm and safe, he had absolutely no reason to wake up.
Ye Mingdong is good at using hidden weapons, and he is superb with the three-leaf flying knife in one hand. In the dim light, he can already clearly feel the situation of the two people in the cave. Even though the raindrops like crystal curtains are separated, Ye Mingdong is confident When you shoot, if you want to hurt the opponent's eyes, you will never miss his ears.
Ye Mingdong glanced at Zhuge Qing behind him, and Zhuge Qing nodded at him solemnly. At that moment, Ye Mingdong shook his left hand, and three flying knives that looked like cicada wings slid out from his fingertips and pierced the air. The sound was like a whistle, and shot into the hole quickly.
Ye Mingdong didn't hear the sound of the flying knife piercing into the flesh. Just when he felt that something was wrong, his finger suddenly hurt sharply. He yelled wildly and fell to his knees. He touched Ye Mingdong's fingertips, but Ye Mingdong hid it between his fingers, and the man inserted the throwing knife directly into his finger, cutting off a layer of flesh on the side of his finger.
Fingers connected to heart, such pain made Aijie's Ye Mingdong roll and scream in the mud.
Sweat dripped from Zhuge Qing's face immediately, and at this moment, Ye Mingdong suddenly stopped howling.
A dark iron fan bone was stuck in his throat.
No one saw clearly how the fan bone was thrown out of the hole. When they saw it, the fan bone had already been inserted into Ye Mingdong's throat, with such a deep force, it seemed that Ye Mingdong was nailed to the ground from his throat. .
Everyone was quiet, and they didn't make any sound at first, but now they wished they could stop breathing.
This person's internal strength and technique had reached unfathomable levels, everyone looked at Zhuge Qing together.
Zhuge Qing was also as scared as they were. If they stayed here, there was a 90% chance that they would die, but if they went back, life would probably be worse than death.
Ye Mingdong is the best example, so he would rather go up to die first than retreat.
Zhuge Qing clenched the handle of the knife around his waist, getting some comfort and support from the heavy cloth belt on the handle, and said in a low voice: "Since they are hiding in the cave and dare not come out, they must be afraid We just have to wait patiently..." He couldn't tell what to wait for, so he said, "If the rain stops, we might be able to burn them to death."
It's not a good idea, but they're also out of ideas.
It was raining heavily, and although the sky was bright, there was still a gray patch between the sky and the bottom.
Le Tian finally woke up. He first yawned and rubbed his eyes. Halfway through the rubbing, he suddenly stopped his hands, and his lazy expression became solemn, "There are people outside."
Yukino let out an 'hmm'.
Le Tian's expression also relaxed. With such a friend by his side, it was the people outside who should be worried.
Zhuge Qing and the others had been waiting outside, and he firmly believed that Meng Letian and the mysterious swordsman must be afraid of not coming out.
But that person came out.
Zhuge Qing was taken aback for a moment, because he had never seen such a handsome man in his life, nor had he seen such a murderous man! He held the sword, standing alone at the entrance of the cave, he had the aura of thousands of troops and horses.
Zhuge Qing was already frightened.
Xue Wuwo's expression is very kind, at least he thinks so, "Why do you want to hunt down my friend?"
Under Xue Wuwo's eyes, Zhuge Qing suddenly felt that he was very small, and even his voice became thinner, "He...he stole my things..."
Xue Wuwo: "There is nothing in this world that has an owner. Whoever has the ability will take possession of it. If he has the ability to steal it, it will be his."
This kind of unreasonable anger made Zhuge Qing want to jump up and scold the street, but instead of jumping up, he even discussed, "Brother, if you ask him to give me something, can I buy it back with money?"
Xue Wuwo said to the cave behind him: "What do you think?"
Meng Letian's naughty and annoying lilting voice reached Zhuge Qing's ears, "Why should I sell my things to him, buy and sell by force, he is a robber?"
Xue Wuwo: "You heard that."
Zhuge Qing was so angry that everyone was trembling, but he still did not act rashly. The person in front of him forced him to calm down. He said patiently, "Then how can I return the things to me?"
"Zhuge Qing, what you said is really wrong. First, it's not yours. Second, since it's not yours, how can you pay it back?" Meng Letian's voice came from the cave again.
Xue Wu and I followed suit and nodded.
Zhuge Qing had nothing to do with Meng Letian who was hiding behind this person. Could it be that he really had to kill the person in front of him in order to catch Meng Letian
Zhuge Qing thought together, and the rest of the quiet people also changed, and the weapons in their hands had been quietly revealed.
But Xue Wuwo was still holding that ordinary sword, and said to himself in his heart: He has to save as many lives as possible.