In the gloomy night, a wild cat flew across the wall quickly, leaving a vague afterimage, separated from the scene of fiery trees and silver flowers on the other side, this corner seemed extremely quiet, only the slight sound of tiles loosening could be heard occasionally.
There is a clear distinction between light and darkness, and people know nothing about what happens in the darkness, immersed in the illusory peace, unaware of the ominous approaching.
The sweetness just now was really an appetizer before getting down to business, Luo Shutu stood silently under the tree, looking into the distance lonely - Hongjun disappeared as soon as he finished giving orders, and he didn't even have time to strike while the iron was hot.
{Oh, not bad, the favorability of the male lead has increased a bit (^ω^). }
{I thank you for your mercy...} Luo Shutu's face twitched, Qianqiu said one point, that's really one point, contributing an innocent kiss in exchange for a reminder to increase one's favorability, there is really nothing to be proud of Ah fall!
However, although the addition was small, the frequency of reminders has been quite high in recent days. If it hadn't been for the previous favorability accumulated to 65, he would not have dared to test Hongjun rashly just now along the atmosphere. Fortunately, the result was as expected. Thinking of It is inexplicably a little excited that winning the master is just around the corner.
Hongjun's willingness to leave him alone shows that the safety here is guaranteed, and Luo Shutu is not in a hurry, and obediently stays where he is and watches the fireworks.
However, after not being idle for a long time, the commotion came, and Duan Li's shouts came from a distance, blah, blah, Luo Shutu glanced at it, and didn't intend to pay attention to it, but as the distance got closer, he felt keenly Seeing the panic in the other party's voice, my heart immediately raised some vigilance, and I looked back.
Seeing the young man under the tree still not moving at all, looking around foolishly, Duan Li almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He was injured before, but now he is so anxious that his true energy surges up. Seeing that the ghost cultivator behind him is about to catch up, he gritted his teeth and held his breath. Regardless of the consequences, he endured the severe pain and raised his true energy again. , roared: "Don't run away—"
Where are you going? Luo Shutu shook his head, refreshing Duan Li's IQ in his mind again.
Such a disciple at the end of his qi training period can escape here panting and resting. Most of the ghost cultivators chasing after him are not interested in drinking. They really don't have the time to take advantage of loopholes. Even if they can run, they will end up being caught in the blink of an eye.
Within a few breaths, Duan Li was already standing beside him in embarrassment, glaring at the four ghost cultivators who surrounded him like little beasts protecting the food, two of them appeared suddenly, presumably there were Even if Duan Li didn't run towards this direction, Luo Shutu would have difficulty getting away.
"Tell you to run, why don't you run! I want to be mad..."
"Shut up!" Luo Shutu reprimanded in a low voice, and quickly counted the miscellaneous magic weapons in the storage bag. Duh.
Duan Li stopped talking, clenched his sword tightly with a wrinkled face, and leaned closer to him.
The leader ghost cultivator saw that the two were back to back, and they were not afraid of danger. They felt a bit of taste for a while. They killed not only for cultivation, but also to satisfy their lust for sadism and bloodthirsty. a channel for venting. Although the current task is important, the two low-level disciples are destined to fail, and he may be able to enjoy it—especially the young man with fierce eyes. He can't hold back just imagining the scene of torturing each other after he gets it.
The ghost cultivator's breath was cold, and the wind that was blowing brought a chilly chill. Although he didn't know what the ghost cultivators were up to, since he was given the opportunity to strike first, Luo Shutu would never let it go. Hair, raise the sword and go up.
"Jie, jie, jie..." The ghost cultivator who was being attacked let out a strange laugh, easily dodged the sword, slipped strangely, and in the blink of an eye came to Luo Shutu's side, his strike was as fast as lightning, and he firmly grasped took his ice sword.
Black mist diffused from the sword, and quickly crawled towards his arm. Luo Shutu was startled, but he didn't let go of his hand immediately, and he passed the backhand. , revealing a shallow mouth of blood, and the sword he was holding turned into water in an instant, black mist scattered in the air, and several ice thorns hit him head-on.
With the strength of the foundation, it is really good to do this. The ghost cultivator blocked it casually, and the ice thorns fell to the ground one after another. The black mist gushing out of his sleeves continued to gather into groups, and the distorted and ferocious faces were faintly visible. dense.
"Ghost servant!" Duan Li was restrained by the other three people, he only had time to yell, and the next moment he passed out, his skin was flushed and his veins were tense, which was a sign of his true essence exploding.
As the name suggests, ghost servants are the usual means of ghost cultivators, tempered with the soul, and most of them died of torture during their lifetime, which is extremely vicious. Luo Shutu pursed his lips tightly, but kept his feet on the ground. It looked like he was desperately looking for life amidst the siege. The enemy was strong and we were weak, and it was impossible to escape. The eyes of these ghost cultivators were sadistic. The desire is undisguised. Although he is not reconciled, the only way he can go is to delay time.
"Hmm..." With a chill on his back, the entangled ghost servant Zhiyin even affected his movements when he approached. Luo Shutu snorted, swallowed the blood in his throat, turned his hands to cut through the black mist, tapped his toes, and jumped to the ground. The other side.
Yin Qi entered the body, and the speed of dodging inevitably slowed down. The ghost cultivators seemed to think of the taste of enjoying the prey, and there were lewd smiles on their faces. Li's ghost servant also became sluggish, allowing Luo Shutu to escape to the side panting, and sacrificed the only three pure yang fire talismans in the storage bag.
His walking around was actually a formation, and he would die if he was head-on, so he had to be opportunistic. The jade bell that Hongjun gave him was a great help, and every breath that can disturb the primordial spirit is just one breath, at least enough for him to defeat a ghost servant.
Unconsciously, he was succeeded by Luo Shutu. After waking up to his senses, the ghost cultivator quickly put aside this innocuous harassment. Seeing that the ghost servant was injured by the pure yang fire, he became angry and wanted to teach the other party carefully. , Turning his hands around, the ghost servant who looked a bit slack immediately condensed and repaired, and rushed towards Luo Shutu head-on.
There was still a teasing meaning before, but now I don't bother to cover it up, and within a moment, the ghost servants wrapped people up.
Strong resentment eroded Qingming, Luo Shutu's whole body was stiff, and when his limbs were tied up and exposed by the ghost servant, his whole face was pale, with a faint trace of death, only his consciousness was clear.
The power of several ghost cultivators is comparable to that of Golden Core cultivators, and they can be kept until now only for the sake of killing. The leader's eyes wandered over his body, like a poisonous snake crawling over his skin, it was so sticky and disgusting.
A few wisps of black mist turned into thin blades, sticking to his bare skin, grinding and cutting into the flesh at a slow speed, it was not sharp, it became a torture because of the dull rust, and soon, the torn clothes on the young man were about to disappear. Drenched with sweat, the wounds on the limbs were bloody, and the dripping blood soaked the ground there into a dark color.
The thin body hangs slightly in the air, the slender waist bends into an unbearable arc of pain, and the feet under the robe have nowhere to go, silently stretched into a crescent moon, against the red string bell, miserable and beautiful.
A ghost cultivator stepped forward, held his ankle with a cold hand and slowly lifted it up. This was an insulting gesture. He stared excitedly into Luo Shutu's eyes, trying to find the fear and retreat of the other party, but he was unsuccessful. The tortured person still bit his lips firmly, his eyes were bright, like a wolf cub holding a grudge, and it seemed that he was about to bite back fiercely in the next moment.
It's really exciting, such a delicious resentment!
Night Breeze sent a message of abnormality, and the movement of crushing the boy's leg bones stopped suddenly. The leader, Ghost Xiu, listened hoarsely and said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for someone to rescue you." "Jie Jie Jie Jie, don't worry, I can't bear to let you die like that..."
Luo Shutu was strangled by him, and the blood flowing from his head covered his eyes, making it difficult to see. The pain all over his body made him have no spare time to pay attention to other things. After hearing these words, he realized that the fireworks going off in the distance didn't know what to do. When it stopped, what replaced it exploded brilliantly in the night sky, and he subconsciously prevented himself from thinking about what it was.
The thick bloody smell filled his ears and nose, and the deprived air further accentuated this discomfort. A grotesque hallucination appeared in his mind. He struggled to get up, and his limbs were restrained, making him actually just helpless The ground moved a few times, not much different from a dying fish.
Seeing his painful expression, the ghost cultivator laughed heartily, his expression tightened suddenly, and he dodged to the side abruptly, brushing past the long sword coming through the air in embarrassment. The servant was pierced through the body, and instantly ignited a fire, screaming shrilly.
Taking advantage of the black mist dissipating, Luo Shutu twisted with all his strength and forced his true energy. The sharp icicles suddenly met the recovering Ghost Cultivator, and took the opportunity to roll to the side.
"Hey..." The impact of falling heavily on the ground made his internal organs suffer again. He gasped for breath, his fingers drooped and twitched nervously, but his eyes looked towards the figure not far away.
It was Hongjun, he was relieved, and he was still in the mood to put on a satisfied smile.
It takes minutes for Jindan to clean up the foundation building, but it takes seconds to clean up Jindan together. Although ghost cultivators are different from monks, they are quite tricky, but in the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is a paper tiger.
Feeling his body being moved, Luo Shutu obediently leaned on it, huddled in Hongjun's arms tiredly, and said, "Chu Yi, you are so slow to come back..."
His throat was injured, and his internal injuries were also serious. Blood foamed out as soon as he opened his mouth. Against the purple bruises on his neck and the large and small wounds on his body, it was even more shocking.
Hongjun hugged him cautiously, wanted to say something, but was blocked, unable to utter a word, only felt heartburning pain. This was a well-designed game. He got the first trick. If he didn't come back, maybe the city wouldn't fall into the situation where ghost cultivators were raging. However, he was willing to get the second trick. He came back, knowing the consequences of the chaos in the human world, Still came back—for his own sake, something he never thought he would have.
Even though there is a bloody storm in the city right now, he has no regrets at all.
"Chu Yi," Luo Shutu coughed a few times. Seeing Hongjun reach out to touch his face, he leaned his head on his own initiative, "Chu Yi, it hurts..." The following words became very light, as if unconscious mumbling.
"Lovesickness, lovesickness..." Hongjun's fingertips trembled slightly, his face was calm, but his eyes were flustered like a child's, "Don't be afraid, don't hurt, I will take you back as a teacher."
The elixirs that he carried with him were all high-grade, except for those that could cure Yin Qi from entering the body. Due to his throat injury, more than half of the bottle of spiritual dew that Hongjun fed immediately flowed out from the corner of his mouth. Crushed, limp on the ground, seeing Hongjun's angry eyes, he smiled, his chest trembled, and he spit out some blood again.
"Chu Yi, I like you the most." He gasped, "If you don't like me, just let me die here."
The hand on his face trembled, and after a short wait, a little coldness fell on his forehead, and then the other party hugged him: "Don't be willful."
{Ding—male lead favorability +12, current favorability: 78. }
Luo Shutu laughed softly in his arms.