She naturally knew what kind of situation she had in her body, because the same situation as yesterday had happened before, it was something that happened after she practiced Xuantian Gong, and a girl who was originally healthy and healthy became weird after practicing the so-called family tradition, and it was easy to think of it

She knew that she was unconscious when she was "sick", and yesterday, maybe yesterday, she never expected to suddenly "get sick", so she didn't make timely countermeasures but almost let herself die at her own hands. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Duanmurui looked down at the tattered but rotten quilt on his body and the thing that looked like a coat that was not very thick, and then looked at the young man with blue lips in front of him, thinking that this time he was going to accept his love.

The girl doesn't have too much scheming, she is still a child after all, and where can she have such rigid thoughts, but she just feels a little embarrassed to be in the same hole with a man like this. She sat up with the quilt in her corners, and although the mattress on her body was warm, it made her uncomfortable, making people a little breathless.

"What's your name?" asked the girl, leaning slightly against the stone wall beside the bed. It's just that her eyes are not on Jing Xian, but she spreads her hands and takes out a jade bottle from her waist, which is unknown to He Jingxian.

"I, my name is Jing Xian, I saw you cultivating and cultivating on the Moon Cliff last night, I don't know what happened, I suddenly fainted and fell to the ground, and that's why I brought you back. "I don't know why, Jing Xian was a little stumbling, and he felt a little inferior psychologically.

He had never had the opportunity to cultivate, so he naturally didn't know that she had been in a state of cold qi before, and it was a state of madness, and it was life-threatening to carry people in such a reckless way.

"Well, my name is Duanmurui, I wasn't cultivating yesterday, but the spiritual power in my body was attracted by the cold and couldn't be smoothed, so I went crazy, if you were unlucky yesterday, I'm afraid, you will die in my hands. Duanmuri explained. Jing Xian was startled when he heard this, he didn't think that he would put himself in to save people, but now he is a little scared when he thinks about it.

Duanmurui had some gratitude in her eyes, but she was a little ashamed, and while unscrewing the jade bottle, she looked at Jing Xian's hand again, wanting to pull it over but feeling inappropriate.

"You, take your hand, and I'll give you the medicine. After saying this, Duanmurui's eyes were slightly evasive, and her pretty little face was flushed with a drunken red, but it was quite good-looking.

Jing Xian carefully looked at the girl who was rescued by herself yesterday, and now she has changed her previous pale face, her reddish cheeks look like green red apples, and her eyes are particularly bright, and the eyes are not full of fierceness and evil of the monks she saw in Su Ri, but she exudes gentleness.

The girl's face was very exquisite, so delicate that Jing Xian felt that his face was hot after only a few glances, and he hurriedly lowered his head.

Poof!

Duanmurui smiled, this smile also showed that her discomfort was completely healed, and the monk's physique was very comparable. However, her face turned redder, like an "apple" that had been drunk.

"You, you put this medicine on it. Duanmurui handed over the jade bottle.

She knew that the hands that were already frozen in front of her must have become like that for herself, both hands were purple and black, and there was no blood in the flesh and skin, which was obviously severe frostbite, as well as the dark circles under his eyes and a hint of stickiness on his forehead.

She is not a person who doesn't know what to do, since she knows that other people's hands are almost useless for herself, how can she be reluctant to give up muscle cream.

It's not that Jing Xian doesn't want to take it, but now his hands are already unconscious, he only feels that there is a hot breath on his hands running around in the flesh, and his hands are clearly unconscious, this feeling makes Jing Xian very uncomfortable, very like scratching, but the result is obvious, a pair of hands are basically scratched......

Duanmurui can see Jing Xian's difficulty, and his pale face and fine sweat are already very revealing. His eyes changed slightly, and he no longer cared about his identity, and grabbed Jing Xian's arm. Jing Xian is not a cultivator, and where is Duan Murui's strength, when he is pulled like this, his arm will naturally be in front of others.

Hiss!

Duanmurui, who saw the situation of Jing Xian's hands, couldn't help but gasp. What must have been the wound? Most of the skin on this hand had fallen off, revealing only a piece of dead flesh with yellow water.

Duanmurui felt a trace of distress for no reason, and all kinds of thoughts were tumbling in her head, and she couldn't suppress the throbbing in her heart.

"Don't move, I'll give you medicine. Duanmurui said softly, using a gentleness that she had never found herself. Immediately, without waiting for Jing Xian to say anything, he dipped his fingers in the muscle-building cream, and then slowly applied it to the back of Jing Xian's hideous and miserable hand. It's strange that Jing Xian didn't feel a trace of pain during the whole process.

Duanmurui was very serious when he was doing things, his head was slightly tilted, and a strand of hair that didn't have time to reach the back of his head fell down, his skin was like congealed snow, and his fingers were like peeling onion roots, so the scene was really beautiful. Jing Xian, a fifteen-year-old little guy, turned out to be a spring heart.

"Okay, don't do this stupid thing in the future, it's too damaging to you. Duanmurui said softly, but he didn't get Jing Xian's response for a long time, and when he looked up, he just met Jing Xian's burning gaze.

"You, what's wrong with you?" Duanmurui hurriedly lowered his head, but his heart was beating uncontrollably at this moment, Jing Xian's appearance was really, which scared Duanmurui a lot.

Jing Xian was also a little panicked, he just wanted to take a sneak look, but he didn't expect to be discovered by others, how can it be good now.

"Okay, this Spirit Condensing Grass is given to you, I hope you will comprehend the spiritual power as soon as possible. Duanmurui deserved to be a monk with a deep cultivation, and it only took a moment to adjust his emotions, although his face was still red, he stood up generously, and took out a verdant "green grass" from his waist and handed it to Jing Xian.

Jing Xian's heart and liver that had just been cleaned up became lonely after hearing this. A year ago, he came to the Tianyang Sect because he was valued by the elders with his sister, and at that time, the elders of the Tianyang Sect said that there was no spiritual root in his body.

He just doesn't have a spiritual root in his body, not even a necromantic root. He was a mortal through and through! That being the case, then wishing for himself to comprehend spiritual power as soon as possible would become his nightmare, and every time he heard this, he would become even more violent.

Jing Xian didn't pick up the jade bottle of Mu Rui, and walked out with great difficulty hanging his two arms, his feet were a little numb, and he couldn't walk too fast.

Duanmurui didn't know why, knowing that Jing Xian's appearance was because he had inadvertently offended him, and the girl's always calm heart rippled for the first time. She quickly got up and chased after her, but she stepped into a puddle of water, and there was still snow and ice inside.

Duanmurui chased out, but when she was at the entrance of the cave, she was blown by the cold wind and couldn't help but take a few steps back and wrap her body tightly, and remembered that Jing Xian's clothes were even thinner, so she wanted to chase them out again, but when she returned to the entrance of the cave, Jing Xian's figure was no longer outside, and it seemed that she had already been buried by the vast snow.

About a month later, Duanmurui, a disciple of the inner sect, was active more and more frequently in the outer gate of the Tianyang Sect, and he was even willing to go to some low-level cultivators' cultivation places. But after seven days, he didn't go anymore. She found that there was no Jing Xian's figure there, and when they parted that day, she suddenly realized that there seemed to be no spiritual power in Jing Xian's body.

For most of the next half a month, she would go to Moon Cliff, hoping to see Jing Xian and say sorry in person. But she didn't know that in fact, there had always been a weak figure following behind her, and his breath without spiritual power was not discovered.

By chance, Duanmurui found that the ordinary boy she had been looking for for more than a month had been following her from a distance, but by that time, Jing Xian's hand was already good, and she couldn't find a topic to talk to him again.

In the years since, Duanmurui has appeared many times, and few people have noticed that whenever Duanmurui appears, there is a dirty figure behind her, or this word should not be used, because the distance between the two is so far that it is difficult for anyone to feel the slightest awkwardness.

And the discovery of the relationship between the two took place the following year......