After the high priest of Heshuo left, Yu Jin, as usual, sat on the bed with his eyes lost.

Ji Sheng bent down and picked up the dagger, feeling sad in his heart. The handle of the dagger is carved with a tiger's head, and the mouth is open, holding the sharp blade. Ji Sheng held the dagger in his hand, and the tiger's eyes turned slightly, and there was a tiger roar coming from the dagger, which was ingenious and came from the hands of the Yan clan.

Except for the carved Yanshi, only approved people can use their power, and ordinary people are just more delicate and sharp than ordinary instruments when they hold them.

When High Priest Heshuo came back, Miss Yu Jin had already fallen asleep, and he asked casually, "Ji Sheng, do you know how to carve?" ”

Ji Sheng suddenly became alert. Seeing his appearance, the high priest of Heshuo explained, "I heard from the spirits of the mountains that you can carve. ”

For a moment, Ji Sheng was convinced that he was suspicious of his identity.

"Is this the reason why you invited me into the palace, High Priest?" Ji Sheng quickly adjusted his mood, "The High Priest created the soul of heaven and earth, and your skills are beyond my reach. ”

He wasn't annoyed, he just said lightly, "Go down." ”

Sure enough, it didn't take long for there to be an extra batch of timber in the mansion, and the high priest of Heshuo didn't seem to have any doubts about Ji Sheng's identity. It's just that he never let Ji Sheng guard it when he carved, which looked very mysterious.

There are a lot of treasures on Kunlun Mountain, and when they get to the world, everything is worth a thousand gold, and for the immortals, it is a necessary material for cultivation. Not long after Ji Sheng became a refinement, he inevitably paid attention to these treasures, and he didn't want to overestimate his cultivation, so for the sake of a Zhu Guo, he walked not far from the house and met the murderer Qiqi.

Kunlun's aura is compelling, and Qi Qi is also well-informed, otherwise he wouldn't have much appetite for a spirit with meager spells. When it bit Ji Sheng's leg, it actually let go, crawled to the side and vomited.

The smell of soulless creatures must be unbearable for this debugged Qiqi. Ji Sheng was lucky to escape, and after hurriedly swallowing Zhu Guo, he stumbled back to the high priest's mansion with a few broken thick canes.

He never knew that the high priest of Heshuo was also a little clean, Ji Sheng's blood stained Heshuo's white robes red, and the red lotus between his eyebrows almost lost its color......

Ji Sheng had a convulsion, and when he woke up, he found that the high priest of Heshuo was sitting next to the desk in his room, resting with his forehead. The wound on his leg had healed, and there was a dull ache. Qiqi is an ancient fierce beast, and he thinks that the high priest of Heshuo has spent a lot of spells in order to heal him, so he shows his tiredness.

After counting the hours, it was almost time for Yu Jin to wake up, Ji Sheng suddenly closed his eyes again, and lay there pretending to be unconscious. The high priest of Heshuo woke up at that hour and stood in front of his bed for a long time before leaving quietly.

When Ji Sheng saw the high priest of Heshuo again, he vaguely smelled the smell of Qiqi on him, and there were faint traces of blood on the corners of his clothes.

Ji Sheng sat in his room in despair, and the bone carving in his hand exuded an aura of intimacy, like the smell of the Yan clan and the high priest of Shuo. He stared at the face of the bone carving woman, exactly the same as Yu Jin who was imprisoned.

It's too similar, anyone who has seen the brocade immortal monarch will definitely be able to recognize the bone carving at a glance as her.

"That's what the people I love look like." Ji Sheng will never forget his appearance of holding the bone carving, his happy appearance, and the breath he exhaled is like a spring day

At that time, it was too long, so long that his name was still called Yu Jin.