Zhu Chi even had a faint golden light between his hair.

In an instant, the small inn was full of light, soaring into the sky.

His pupils were black and glowing red, but the black seemed like an infinite universe. Meng Shu's voice quietly calling out to him sounded like a whisper in his ears, and the voice was long and long.

In the midst of the frenzy, Meng Shu's green silk fell, half-covering and half-covering his face.

She murmured uncontrollably and laughed maniacally.

Zhu Chi held her wrist tightly, the wrist cut by the demon force, and the blood stained the sheets.

Aunt Mei and the little divine doctor shouted behind them, but they turned a deaf ear.

"Meng Shu, wake up!" he looked at her, anxious and concerned.

Meng Shu looked at her with a smile, but the blade in his hand refused to let go. The blood in Zhu Chi's whole body rushed to his arm, preventing Meng Shu from stabbing into his chest. However, her strength is beyond imagination.

Zhu Chi gritted his teeth, but quickly, he would soon be unable to hold on.

He roared angrily, the golden light behind him was shining, and he twisted it hard, making a click, and the bones of Meng Shu's wrist broke crisply. He had no other choice, looking at the crazy girl who didn't know, he could only think of asking her to put down the weapon that hurt him first.

However, Meng Shu was not injured, and there was a vicious aura in her eyes. Purple demonic power drilled out from all directions like a nine-headed giant python, competing with Zhu Chi. The golden and red light gradually faded, and the demonic power seemed to have the momentum to destroy everything.

"Let go of me!"

She stared at Zhu Chi without blinking, and the sound didn't seem to come from her body. But suddenly, a trace of grief and sorrow flashed in Meng Shu's eyes full of evil spirits.

Zhu Chi was stunned for a moment, and relaxed his wrist slightly.

Meng Shu took the opportunity to attack, and the demonic power was like a flowing cloud, flying and dancing in the air. He knew that he hurriedly dodged and pulled out his hand, but saw Meng Shu plunging the dagger straight into his chest without blinking.

He was so shocked that he reached out to block it.

There was a hair's length from her chest, and she was picked up by Zhu Chi with her bare hands. The cold light of the dagger made Zhu Chi's palm cold, and the warm blood flowed down the blade to Meng Shu's nightdress, blooming red lotus. He lost too much, and his body was a little empty.

"Let it go...... Hand ......" Zhu Chi pursed the corners of his mouth and squeezed out two words from his back molars with difficulty.

In an instant, the light on Zhu Chi's body rushed to the sky. The surging power spread in all directions, and the wind howled and whirred outside the silent window. The sky cracked and soared into the sky. The light was like the scorching sun in the sky, and like the lightning between heaven and earth, illuminating the whole world on a white day, and I couldn't open my eyes.

Meng Shu was gradually wrapped in Zhu Chi's divine power, and he restrained her trembling hands and grabbed the dagger blade in her hand.

She wanted to faint for a moment, and leaned back, Zhu Chi hurriedly caught her and slowly put her on the bed that was already scattered and full of feathers. She slowly opened her eyes again, and Zhu Chi's messy appearance met her eyes. Meng Shu didn't know what was going on, and his eyes returned to their former gentleness and familiarity.

She finally spoke: "Zhu Chi?"

"I'm here. ”

"What's wrong with you, why are you bleeding?" Meng Shu reached out to hold his cold hand, his eyes were bright, like the water of a lake that had just thawed in March.

"It's fine. ”

The inn was shrouded in golden divine power, like a palace of all gods above Kunlun.

Before he had time to rest, suddenly, there was a burst of lightning and thunder in the sky, and the yellow sand rose up, filling the surroundings, and forcibly suppressed Zhu Chi's divine power. Zhu Chi seemed to have been violently attacked, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on Meng Shu's chest.

His chest was suddenly pierced by some sharp blade, cold, and painful to the point of being unconscious.

The monstrous light disappeared in an instant.

He looked down at his chest in a trance, and a huge wound appeared, and blood splattered out, staining the walls red. Zhu Chi clutched his chest, Meng Shu shouted, hurriedly pounced, and pulled him into his arms.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Chi's brows were furrowed, and his hands and feet were white.

Before she could recover from the fact that Meng Shu had woken up, Aunt Mei watched as Zhu Chi didn't know what rare blade in the sky she was knocked down. Hurriedly pulled the little doctor to see. Meng Shu was panting, she had just woken up, and her eyes were only black and white. Her hand caressed Zhu Chi's wounds, and demonic power flowed out of her palm, covering his whole body.

"It's okay, it's okay. Her other hand stroked his forehead, reassuring him.

Zhu Chi stretched out his scarred hand vigorously, wanting to grab Meng Shu's arm, but he was powerless to put it down.

"You're fine. ”

Meng Shu's voice returned to the calmness and stability that had been lost for a long time.

He smiled and nodded, giving himself his heart and soul to the woman in front of him.

"What's the panic, you can't die!"

A voice came from not far away, and Meng Shu looked up to see that Xiao Youji was standing in front of the bed and flew over from mid-air.

His eyebrows were full of wind and frost, and his eyes were cold, as sharp as a stubborn stone. Xiao Youji looked at the two of them, their blood mixed together. Meng Shu's long hair was scattered, which only added some charm. He narrowed his eyes and walked over to look at Zhu Chi, "It's just a small injury, so I can't bear it?"

Meng Shu didn't raise his eyes, and asked in a low voice, "You did it?"

Xiao Youji confessed: "Yes." ”

Her eyes swept over the man: "What do you mean by this, do you want to kill someone?"

"If I want to kill him, do I need to go so hard?" he sneered, "but you, how could you be so messy." ”

Xiao Youji no longer had the haggard appearance he had when they met the day before, and even the wound had healed for the most part, and he had regained his cold expression, like a piece of white rice paper, but it could be loaded with heavy ink.

Meng Shu met his eyes: "Don't you explain?"

Xiao Youji looked at her more seriously, but he was also very cute: "He's too noisy." ”

"Oh?"

"Everyone is a smart person, so why should you pretend that you don't know anything? How could it be that all of a sudden, with all kinds of divine power, rushed to Kunlun, isn't it uncomfortable? I have to let him fall asleep first, otherwise, your little inn will be destroyed in an instant. ”

Meng Shu nodded and said, "Thank you." ”

Outside the window, the garden is full of fallen leaves, a pool of clear water.

Xiao Youji looked at Zhu Chi in Meng Shu's arms, and a sense of powerlessness rose in his heart, this seems to be close at hand, and the person who has been lost and regained is actually far away in the sky. His eyes are as leisurely as water, and his gaze seems to travel through this life and past lives, looking at the wisps of time, joys and sorrows.

He sighed and took out a pair of pills from his sleeve: "Give this to him." ”

Meng Shu took it and fed Zhu Chi.

Her white neck was exposed, and the looming lines on it made Xiao Youji panic.

"Meng Shu, what's wrong with you!"