Chapter 42: But ask for immortality with a lonely heart

Shen Dongli curled up in the Spirit Gathering Array and tried hard to absorb the aura, but his consciousness fell into the vast sea of stars. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info's body is like a floating cloud, and his breath is like a gossamer, as if he has returned to the time after death.

It was dark all around, but starry in the distance, and she wanted to touch but couldn't move her hands.

Seeing this, Hongye hit the spiritual spring and soaked the cotton cloth, wiping Shen Dongli's face.

The aura in this array is too abundant, Shen Dongli is drunk, and Hongye must have judged it. This is also possible in the face mirror, and in the outside world, don't even think about it.

The cold spring water made Shen Dongli wake up suddenly, but she vaguely remembered that she seemed to have seen a strange scene in the sea of stars just now, but if she was asked to say what was strange, Shen Dongli couldn't say it, so she had to give up.

"Thank you Momiji. Shen Dongli hugged his fists.

It's just that this right hand has become a white bone, so it's not terrifying.

Hongye was a little sad in her heart, but seeing that Shen Dongli's face was still pale, she let go of the idea of comforting her. Everyone has their own fate, since the first owner of it was wiped out, you know that if you are not ruthless to yourself, someone will naturally be ruthless for you.

"It's just that why did you choose this right hand, how can you protect yourself against the enemy?" Momiji wondered.

Shen Dongli smiled: "It seems that Hongye, your actual combat experience is really lacking. "Her current handy weapon is a soft sword, and her sword cultivation pays attention to footwork and sword routines.

"Most of the sword defense techniques in the world are aimed at the right hand, and if the enemy suddenly attacks from the left, it is likely to be successful. "If she practices left-handed swordsmanship, she must be safe to protect herself.

And she thinks bigger. When the spirit bone of her right hand is fully refined, she will change to a sword in her right hand, but she is afraid that few people of the same level can beat her, if she is lucky, she may be able to cross the ranks to fight the enemy.

However, she didn't dare to boast about Haikou, she just prepared earlier.

Hongye suddenly pricked up her ears and whispered, "The blue-clothed nun is about to wake up, Dongli, come out quickly." ā€

Shen Dongli nodded, hid his right hand in his sleeve, and walked to the tent. In the blink of an eye, even the people and tents disappeared into the vermilion mirror.

Seeing Shen Dongli leaving, the quiet red leaves sighed, and lay on the balcony of the bamboo building waiting for the breeze to blow, it was really lonely.

However, how could the goblins of the ten directions let Momiji be idle, and immediately chirped and chirped non-stop, Momiji jumped up one by one, and resigned himself to carrying water to irrigate the fields and pick fruits. Lord Shifang wants to eat the freshest fruit.

Shen Dongli naturally wouldn't spy on how Shifang farmed and raised flowers every day, she was looking at the blue-clothed nun in front of her with a gloomy face. This nun turned out to be Zhong Yuan.

"You!" Zhong Yuan sat up from the futon suddenly, felt a cold in his chest, and immediately covered his chest and screamed. Stretched out his hand and smashed the throwable things around him frantically towards Shen Dongli.

"Where's my breasts? I ask you what about my breasts?" Zhong Yuan rushed to Shen Dongli like crazy, and waved his hand to slap Shen Dongliang.

Shen Dongli kicked her back on the mattress, and said coldly, "You calm me down." ā€

"How do you tell me to be calm? I'm the eldest lady of the Zhong family!" Zhong Yuan saw that Shen Dongli was not a bully, and immediately burst into tears with tears in his eyes.

Shen Dongli didn't regret saving her, but regretted that he didn't have time to throw her before she woke up.

"I didn't see your stuff, it's your clothes, you go. Shen Dongli threw a ball of bloody clothes in her face.

Zhong Yuan was lying comfortably on the futon and crying, and when he saw his beloved robe, he couldn't help but scream again.

"My Baolige! my vestment!" she was crying so sadly at this moment, Shen Dongli could see it.

Shen Dongli was quite speechless at this person: "Do you know who harmed you?"

Zhong Yuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at Shen Dongli fiercely, it turned out to be a Qi Cultivation Cultivator. She saw Shen Donglian's cultivation clearly, and she became bold again.

"I declare that I have not seen anything. Shen Dongli was annoyed at the moment with this female cultivator who made a fuss as soon as she woke up, "Your cultivation is completely ruined now, and your dantian is broken, so it's better to be less angry." ā€

Zhong Yuan snorted coldly, and refused to walk away on Shen Donglian's futon, looking indifferent: "My godfather is fond, some are spirit stones, and there are many ways for me to recover." ā€

Zhong Yuan glanced at Shen Dongliang's rough linen clothes: "There is no need for a nameless cultivator like you to worry about Miss Ben. ā€

Shen Dongli laughed twice: "Hehe." ā€

"Then get out of here now. Shen Dongli pulled up the curtains, and the howling cold wind swept the ice beads into the tent.

In this kind of weather, they also like to be happy by the river, and the monks during the foundation building period are really romantic and amorous.

Zhong Yuan was angry: "I'm the eldest lady of the Zhong family, how can you do this to me?"

If it weren't for her good temper now, she wanted to see how long this Zhong Yuan could jump, but I was afraid that this female cultivator would be dead.

"I'm going back to tell my godfather, so that you don't have a place to bury your scattered cultivators!" Zhong Yuan pointed at Shen Dongli and scolded angrily.

???

Are all the current nuns like this?

Is there a problem with the brain?

The kingdom of Zhao has been destroyed for thousands of years, and the princess disease left behind has not died.

Shen Dongli felt that the futon she was holding was very dazzling at the moment, and her mother's things were not something that this kind of brain-dead could touch.

"You go tell your godfather now, go ahead. As he spoke, he was going to grab the mattress that Zhong Yuan had wrapped around his body.

This Zhong Yuan had just recovered from a serious illness but was as flexible as a hare, and he kicked Shen Dongli away with a kick of his feet, which was simply unbearable.

The old lady saved your life out of righteous indignation, and she still wants to be beaten and scolded by you?

Shen Dongli only felt the blood churning in his chest, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You are a leper, you can't beat Miss Ben and you're trying to bully me! Let me freeze to death in the ice and snow!" Zhong Yuan saw Shen Dongli vomiting blood, which was relieved, and he scolded again.

"Don't sleep on my futon, you don't deserve it. Shen Donglian's left hand had already churned out of Sen Ran Demonic Qi.

Zhong Yuan was not afraid of this cold-faced female cultivator at all, she was sure that this female cultivator would not dare to kill her. "This is your futon? hehe, it looks like you care a lot. ā€

"You are such a poor casual cultivator, where is worthy of such exquisite embroidery, it must have been stolen somewhere!" Zhong Yuan felt that he had found the key to defeating the enemy.

"So you're a thief!"

Shen Dongli could now understand the male cultivator's mood.

"Oh, why are you so small and so short? ā€

"Why is it so fast? I haven't arrived yet, it's really useless!"

"Your toothpick poked me so badly, it's like a piece of rubbish, garbage!"

She thought it was a deliberate murder, but she didn't expect it to be a murder in anger.

"If you say one more word, I'd better ask you to die. Shen Dongli stretched out his left hand and grabbed Zhong Yuan's neck with one palm, and the tumbling demonic qi ran up and down his left hand.

"You ...... magic man"

Shen Dongli tightened his left hand and didn't talk nonsense with her.

"Are you still talking?" asked Shen Dongli.

Zhong Yuan's eyes protruded, almost suffocating, and he shook his head with difficulty.

"Sick. Shen Dongli was really speechless, how could such an intelligent female cultivator build a foundation.