He Xirou was pressed under him.

Feng Xiaohan had water oozing out of her body, soaking the hem of her skirt and staining her clothes red.

Some were rain hanging from the rush to the body, some were blood from being cut by the edge of the grey grass, but more were sweat.

So the water is not cold, but warm.

Feng Xiaohan ran for a full forty miles in one breath before he got rid of the tiger beast, and he didn't sweat a drop during the whole process, and all the fatigue and discomfort were forcibly restrained.

After stopping, the tense body was relaxed, and the endless fatigue completely exploded, only to arouse the sweat of the whole body.

Feng Xiaohan overdrew his physical strength, and even sacrificed his life in exchange for a chance to survive.

this

It's really desperate.

He Xirou propped up his upper body and let him rest on his lap.

At this time, his face was bloodless, extremely pale, and he looked so haggard, and his frowning brow and body trembling slightly due to muscle spasms could see that he was in great pain at this time, which made people feel distressed.

It is unimaginable that there is such a strong will to survive hidden under his thin body.

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......

He Xirou looked around blankly, like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes were slightly red, and she was at a loss.

It's like Feng Xiaohan holding He Xirou Shi who was dying with his life before.

She felt helpless like never before,

The body of gold and jade, the spirit of purple clouds, the natural sword bones, and the stability of the sea.

These auras that made her proud didn't help in the slightest at this time, and she thought that she could show her strength and show the demeanor of a closed disciple of the Changming Sect. Unexpectedly, in the battle of changing the sky, the escape of the grassland, and the pursuit of tigers and beasts, she had almost no help, and she was playing a "burdensome" role from beginning to end.

Now she has a hard time moving, and she doesn't even have the ability to leave here with Feng Xiaohan, so she can only watch him gradually become dehydrated and weaker.

He Xirou silently recited the meditation mantra, calmed down, dug a pit in the ground with a short sword, compacted the soil around the pit, and piled up the soft soil next to it into a mound, hoping to accumulate some clean rainwater and feed it to Feng Xiaohan when the time comes.

She took out the straw mat, put it on the scabbard of the barren sword, and held up the sword umbrella to rain for him.

After a moment, He Xirou pinched his mouth open, grabbed the soft soil and pressed slightly on top of it, and the squeezed water fell down his fingertips and flowed into his mouth.

Feng Xiaohan raised his head slightly, and subconsciously made a swallowing motion, as if he was still unsatisfied, and wanted to ask for more. He sighed to pick up more soil, and after fully absorbing the rainwater, he kept squeezing it out for him to drink.

After a long time, He Xirou didn't know how many handfuls of soil she squeezed.

When the light rain filled the pit, she removed the scabbard of her dagger, poured it into the rain, and put it to his mouth.

Her movements were very slow, for fear that the wind would choke on her.

This may be the most gentle time for her to men other than her master.

After drinking the rain, Feng Xiaohan's breathing became much smoother, and his frowning brows stretched slightly, but his face was still as pale as paper.

Things were beginning to improve, and he was snorting evenly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

He sighed with relief, these were the only things she could do for Feng Xiaohan, fortunately it had an effect, otherwise she really didn't know what to do.

The light rain fell on the sword umbrella with a faint sound, and suddenly the wind came, stroking the surrounding gray grass and swaying gently.

Like shaking his head, like sighing,

It seems that even these gray grasses have long been tired of seeing such scenery.

He Xirou looked at the grass and remembered the purple bamboo courtyard, whenever the wind rose, there were bamboo lamps swaying slightly, and the bamboo branches swayed gently.

Compared with the moonlit purple bamboo courtyard, the gray boundless here is more desolate although it is atmospheric.

Just like her state of mind at this time.

Along the way, He Xirou was fully aware of her own shortcomings, what about the young cave? In such a place, she was just a delicate little girl.

The cruelty of the Savage Realm is enough to destroy anyone, but it does not include Feng Xiaohan.

Because he is a hunter, he is the enemy of demon beasts, and he is in the company of life and death.

No wonder Cui Weiming would let him lead the team,

No wonder Lu Yingfeng, sick seedlings, and Baizhu will be with him.

It's no wonder that when Qingzhu Peak competed in martial arts, all the elders agreed that Lu Yingfeng couldn't fight him.

He Xirou also sighed that after Feng Xiaohan appeared, he was no longer the first disciple of Qingzhu Peak.

But she still retains a sense of pride in her heart.

Because she has been the pride of the sky since she was a child, she is the most dazzling star wherever she goes, including when she went to the palace to watch the martial saint sword spectrum, she is a disciple valued by Emperor Yuanzong.

After really entering the WTO experience, she realized the cruelty of reality.

But this grassland is like a veiled girl, only showing cold eyebrows, far from showing its true face, what it encountered before is only the tip of the iceberg, and after Feng Xiaohan fell, he was about to reveal its true horror.

Whether it was the purple-clothed man above the clouds, or the two people 80,000 miles away from the Feng Volcano, they all fell silent when they saw Feng Xiaohan's feat.

In their eyes, the tiger beast was just a stronger ant, which could kill countless people with a snap of their fingers, but ask themselves, if they were in the case of a small wind and cold, it would be difficult to guarantee that He Xirou would be able to escape successfully without dropping him.

But at the same time, he was amazed and watched them flee into more dangerous areas.

There are more monsters there, and herds of beasts can be seen everywhere.

Feng Xiaohan's great perseverance in the face of life and death is indeed admirable, but this time, even listening to the wind at night doesn't know if he can escape from such a place.

This scene,

Sure enough, the climax continues, and it is extremely exciting.

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......

The next moment, He Xirou's ears moved slightly, and she heard a lot of "rustling" sounds.

She recognized the voice, and her heart sank.

It was the sound of a snake moving through the grass.

And more than one!

At present, Feng Xiaohan is unconscious, his vitality is insufficient, his injuries have not healed, and he cannot move.

How good is that?

He Xirou had never felt that death was so close to her.

If you look down from the sky, you will see many black lines swimming in her direction, like fish swimming in the water, heading straight for the bait that suddenly appeared nearby.

In fact, these are highly venomous ink phosphorus snakes, covered in black scales, reflecting a hard luster, so many snakes gathered together look a little disgusting, from time to time spit out tongue letters to show their greed, looking at it from a distance to feel the scalp numb.

In front of such a large number of snakes, even the terrifying tiger beast had to flee from the wind.

When the first black and thigh-thick black snake poked its head out of the grass and looked at the two of them with a snake letter.

He Xirou calmed down instantly.

There is no despair on his face, no panic,

There is no screaming of a little girl when she sees such poison.

Only the surface of the water is traceless, and the dry well is calm without waves.

She is one of the eight closed disciples of the Changming Sect, Chen Feng's beloved disciple, and the chief of Qingzhu Peak. In the future, he will be crowned with the Dao and be entrusted with the absolute genius of the future of the human race.

Her sword,

Will it be dulled by a moment of danger?

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......

He Xirou gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand up.

She held the Xirou Sword in her right hand, and the Xilin Sword in her left hand, her eyes were filled with purple qi, and the sword qi in her chest was horizontal.

An ethereal, but incomparably decisive sword qi cut off the snake's head.

"Oh, worm. ”