Xie Bian has limited experience with magic weapons. In fact, Zhong Kui has many powerful magic weapons. The reason why he only gave him a soul-suppressing weapon is to let him focus on the way of swordsmanship and not rely on others at a young age. Zhong Kui believes that, All magic weapons must return to the person himself.
So Xie Bian made Gong Shuji feel a little flustered, especially seeing the huge ice coffin shrunk into his hand, and even the living people inside turned into a palm doll. This kind of shock is rare in this life.
The two supported each other and walked for a while, but couldn't hold on any longer, so they sat down to adjust their breathing.
All the way they walked was covered in blood, as if there was a bloodthirsty monster chasing after them.
Fan Wushi held Xie Bian's ankle, his foot could no longer wear shoes, the area that had just been bandaged had already been soaked in blood, and was frozen into icy slag under the extreme cold, even with spiritual protection, it was only enough to protect him. It's better to talk than nothing, these feet are as cold as ice, if they don't warm up, I'm afraid they will be useless. A stern look flashed in Fan Wuxi's eyes: "I should have chopped off her hands and feet."
"It's not a last resort, you can't take someone's lifespan lightly." Xie Bian wanted to withdraw his feet, "This is a minor injury for me, don't worry about it, your injury is more serious."
Fan Wuxi held his feet in his arms, and he shook his head: "I can't die."
Xie Bian felt very awkward, but Fan Wuxi's body temperature made him feel some sensation in his frozen feet. He searched around in the Qiankun bag, and used up all the pills that could be eaten. The two of them consumed a lot of spiritual power, and it took time to recover their physical fitness. They still couldn't leave here for a while.
Jie Bian sighed in frustration.
Fan Wuxi looked at him and smiled faintly: "You really love to cry." His face was bloodless, only the tenderness in his eyes was his unique look.
Xie Bian subconsciously wiped the corners of his eyes and found that he was not crying at all. He said a little embarrassedly: "What nonsense, where did I cry?"
"Your eyes are red." Fan Wushi reached out and touched the corners of his reddened eyes, "It's like this every now and then, as if someone bullied you."
The eldest son Heng in the previous life always showed such an expression, his red eyes seemed to cry at any time, but he refused to shed a tear. He was indeed bullied by others, by himself. Sometimes when he was bullied hard enough, he would really cry out of control, and he would hold him with rare patience and tenderness, as if he had finally passed the test and received a reward, or because of the pity of the former defeated opponent.
Controlling his body, his emotions, his likes and sorrows, his desires, his dignity, controlling everything about this powerful and stubborn man is more interesting to the Unrivaled Demon King than to plunder the city.
Xie Bian rubbed Fan Wuyi's head: "A man doesn't flick his tears lightly, senior brother is a weak person."
"Even if senior brother cries, he is not a weak person." Fan Wuxi blinked his eyes lightly, "I just feel sorry for me, right?"
Xie Bian chuckled.
That smile really had the beauty of prosperity, Fan Wushi's heart started to stir again, so he kissed him on the face.
Xie Bian was taken aback, and struggled for a while, his feet were still clutched in the other's arms, and it was difficult to move, so he acquiesced.
Just like what Fan Wuxi said, by default he can kiss himself at any time.
Fan Wuxi concealed the ecstasy in his heart, and whispered: "I have kissed my brother so many times, why didn't my brother kiss me?"
Xie Bian feigned anger and said, "You are so hurt, why are you still thinking about these things?"
"I thought, if Senior Brother likes me, he will want to kiss me." Fan Wuxi said disappointedly, "Senior Brother still doesn't like me enough."
"...Okay, stop talking, let's use our energy to heal our injuries." Jie Bian withdrew his feet and straightened his body.
The two closed their eyes and adjusted their breath. They are in the spiritual palace, which has an advantage. The spiritual power here is extremely abundant, which can quickly fill the vacancy of their spiritual power.
Let the spiritual power circulate in the body, and there is one big and small Zhoutian, and the bodies of both of them have improved slightly.
Xie Bian put his spiritual power into Fan Wuyu's body to heal the wounds he suffered from the battle with Yun Xiangyi. Looking at the bloodstains, Xie Bian thought of the sword marks on the ice wall: "Wuyu, you Is that move just now Zong Xuanjian's seventh heaven?"
"Um."
"You are not saying that you are not proficient in practice."
"It's a matter of life and death, I have to fight." Fan Wuxi narrowed his eyes, "Yun Xiangyi is worthy of being Qi Mengsheng's big disciple who entered the house, and he has two skills." But it is still not as good as Qi Mengsheng back then.
"Of course she is very powerful." Xie Bian paused, and said sincerely, "You are also very powerful, not to mention your peers, even many seniors may not be your opponent. Wuyi, what did your master in Qingcheng Mountain teach you? Yes, to teach you so well, or... Zongxuan's swordsmanship is really so powerful."
Fan Wuxi said calmly: "Zongxuan swordsmanship is as famous as Wuliang swordsmanship, both are the most powerful swordsmanship in the world, but it also depends on who makes it. I have great talent, so naturally I am like a tiger with wings."
"You are really not humble at all." Jie Bian smiled helplessly.
"I'm telling the truth. You're a quick learner, too."
"Actually..." Xie Bian hesitated, "I always feel that Zongxuan swordsmanship gives me a sense of familiarity. My understanding of this set of swordsmanship is even higher than Master's Qingfeng swordsmanship. Uh, of course, it is also possible. It's because I was young when I learned the Qingfeng swordsmanship, so I naturally understand it quickly now."
"Senior brother is also a top-level root, of course he can learn everything quickly." Fan Wuxi stared at Xie Bian, "I think one day, you will be able to break through the eighth heaven of Zong Xuanjian."
Jie Bian smiled: "Don't dare to speak nonsense. Zongxuanjian is the eighth heaven. When the Emperor and the Mozun fought in the Promise Palace, both of them were in the eighth heaven. That kind of realm is the lifelong pursuit of most monks." Instead."
Fan Wushi lightly squeezed Xie Bian's finger: "Believe me, you can reach it, and we will all break through the eighth heaven." He looked at Xie Bian, as if he had also seen the sword move of Kyushu by the eldest son Heng in his previous life. Great power. The world is so big, only his elder brother is worthy of being his opponent.
Perhaps this is the source of their tragedy, after all, the sun and the moon cannot shine together.
Xie Bian smiled and said: "Okay, you and I encourage each other."
Fan Wuxi clasped Xie Bian's hand, and in this life, he would never let go.
"Let's go. We've been here for two or three hours. It's already dark outside. I'm worried about Master."
"Let me see your feet first."
"It's okay, you can go."
Fan Wuxi grabbed Jie Bian's ankle, gently removed the wet gauze, and carefully inspected the wound on the sole of his foot.
Fan Wuxi's hands were very big, even though they were about the same height, his hands were significantly bigger than Xie Bian's, and could almost support most of the soles of his feet.
Xie Bian's feet were as white as jade, and his toes were as round as freshly peeled garlic, but a penetrating wound on the top was shocking, just like the flaw of beautiful jade, but the meeting of blood red and jade white gave birth to a sickly and bewitching beauty.
He also likes this pair of feet very much. He likes to hold the slender ankles, move a slender and powerful leg together, and put this body into the posture he wants to do whatever he wants. When you want to escape, grab this foot and drag the person back under your body.
Fan Wuxi suppressed the distracting thoughts in his mind, dipped some wine in a cloth towel, and wiped off the blood around the wound: "The blood has finally stopped, and if you walk again, it will definitely bleed again. I will carry you on my back."
Xie Bian blushed inexplicably: "No, your injury is more serious, and I should carry you."
"My feet are not injured." Fan Wushi carefully wrapped him with new gauze, "And now you can't even wear shoes, and your feet will freeze to death if you don't take a few steps."
Xie Bian was silent.
"We must at least go back to the Ice Palace. It's too cold here. It's only a short distance. It's okay." Fan Wuxi stroked Xie Bian's cheek, "Brother, let me carry you."
"… good."
Fan Wuzhen stood up and carried Xie Bian on his back. His body swayed and he supported the ice wall with one hand.
Xie Bian said worriedly: "Wuyin, don't force yourself."
"It's okay." Fan Wuxi walked forward slowly.
Xie Bi rested on this not so generous back, but felt unparalleled peace of mind. He thought, what would happen to him if there was no Fan Wuzhen? Maybe he could only fight alone, and he would have already died at the bottom of the frozen lake. This talented and handsome young man suddenly appeared beside him like this. They get along day and night, they fight side by side, and they have become one of his most important people. Junior brother, let's be his...
Jie Bian's cheeks felt hot. He didn't know if he would like each other as much as Fan Wuxi liked himself, but he always hoped that they could be together forever.
Thinking of this, he put his arms around Fan Wushi's neck and whispered, "Junior brother, thank you." Thank you for coming to my side.
Fan Wuxi chuckled lightly: "Does brother like me?"
"...you are my junior brother, I have always liked you."
"You know I'm not talking about the liking between seniors and brothers."
"I… "
"It doesn't matter, you will really like me sooner or later." Fan Wuxi tilted his head slightly and smiled slyly, "Brother, can you give me a kiss."
Xie Bian stared at Fan Wushi's tender and white cheeks, his heart beat like a drum suddenly, he made a swallowing movement, and then quickly bumped Fan Wushi's face with his lips.
Fan Wuxi didn't expect that Xie Bian would really kiss him, and his heart was as sweet as honey, and even the painful wounds all over his body were soothed at this moment.
Jie Bian turned his face away in embarrassment.
The two were silent all the way, taking good care of the indescribable sweetness of this moment.