Unworthy.

What a domineering and arrogant word.

How many young people in ancient and modern times have ambitions, but they are stabbed by the words of others, and then work hard to become a hero.

The great fear between life and death, and the pride of being despised by others, are the best medicine to motivate practitioners.

But Ye Tingfeng didn't care if this would motivate Candle Jiu, because at this point, there was nothing else that could make their blood boil.

As the saying goes, heroes come out of teenagers, and young people are strong in blood, and it is easy to have emotional changes, and often such changes will help them break through the bottleneck.

But at this point in their cultivation, they can no longer reach a higher level by relying on a moment of courage, everything depends on chance and understanding, and emotional changes are not beneficial to their cultivation.

Candle Jiu's heart is naturally far beyond ordinary people, ignoring the disdain between the other party's words, but capturing several hidden meanings in the words of the night listening to the wind.

First, Ye Tingfeng seems to be in a small team, and there are strong people in it.

Second, this team must defend the human world for some reason, but not necessarily to the death.

Thirdly, the small team seems to have experienced something together, making them so determined that they are simply not convinced.

Fourth, in Candle Jiu's opinion, they are all otaku......

"Are you all otaku?"

Candle Jiu shook his head lightly and said, "Otaku are all lazy people, and you actually admit that you don't have as many roads and scenery as I do." And as far as I know, you've been staying in your broken cave since you came back from the human world, and you've been too lazy to waste your strength. ”

Listening to the cold snort at night, I ignored him.

He didn't refute it, because what the other party said was true.

It's just that the night listening to the wind is too strong, although he has the identity of the overlord of the Barbarian Domain, he is still a scattered person in his bones, unlike Candle Jiu, who is ambitious and thinks about doing great things all day long.

So apart from sleeping, I really don't know what to do at night.

Otaku once came from the Terrans, referring to those who were brought at home to specialize in strange tricks, or simply stayed at home and did not go out.

Speaking of otaku, Feng Xiaohan should also be one.

In addition to the library pavilion and the guest house, he will only stay in the Zizhu Courtyard every day.

Now I have to come to the saint's ruins to hunt for treasures.

......

......

When Feng Xiaohan woke up, he found that the waterfall rain had turned into a light rain, and the dark clouds in the air were much thinner, and there was faint light through the clouds.

He rolled his eyes and found himself lying on a patch of sand, but the sand was gray and looked lifeless.

Then, Feng Xiaohan tried to move his fingers, then his wrists, and gradually recovered his body's senses.

But the next moment, he was in severe pain all over his body, especially in his waist and abdomen, and he almost passed out again.

After a long time, he sat up very reluctantly.

I saw that the sky was dark, and the river was flowing quietly not far away, and the flow speed was extremely fast but did not set off a splash, if you didn't look carefully, you would think it was a calm water surface.

The river divides the sandy land into two banks, and in the distance there are gray grasses and mountains of the same color.

It seems that he is the only person in this world who carries other colors.

He had a small sword stuck in his waist, and he still held the barren sword in his hand, and the rusty kitchen knife was somewhere, it should have been washed away by the river.

Then, he saw a person lying a little farther away, even though it was so far away and with his back to him, this figure was still so beautiful, even the lifeless heaven and earth were pleasing to the eye because of her presence.

Of course, Feng Xiaohan recognized who she was, endured the pain on her body, and walked there with her sword.

But with every step he took, the organs in his abdomen were in great pain, and the invisible injuries under his skin were pulled by his movements.

These injuries were left by the impact of the waterfall rain and the impact of the reef along the way.

In other words, every step of his way was subject to Ling Chi's pain.

Internal and external injuries occurred at the same time, and even Feng Xiaohan had the urge to fall headlong.

But he couldn't, because the master had explained that he wanted to protect the girl in front of him, and he had to go to her side.

Halfway through, he picked up the animal skin jacket that was hooked by the raised gravel by the river, which was the one he was grabbed and pulled by Jiang Wen.

I don't know how long it took, in short, before Feng Xiaohan was about to be tortured to the brink of collapse, he finally came to He Xirou's side.

Feng Xiaohan slowly knelt beside her, picked up one of her wrists, stretched out two fingers and pressed them on her wrist.

The remaining thirty percent of the vitality in his secluded mansion was all used by Feng Yuan to suppress the poison of the ink candle in his body.

Therefore, he could not put his vitality into her body, and could only judge her injuries by the faint pulse.

He Xirou's face was haggard and pale, her eyes were closed, and there was no trace of blood on her lips, like a person who had been thirsty in the desert for a long time and had not drunk water.

She lay there like this, motionless, as if she had died, but in fact she was still alive, but the signs of life were extremely weak.

"Fortunately, a lot of her remaining vitality has protected her heart, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hold on to it now. ”

After Feng Xiaohan confirmed that she had no worries about her life, she had time to recall.

His last memory before he fell unconscious was that the driftwood was hit in half by a huge reef, and He Xirou was thrown out directly, and he took the risk of letting go of the half of the driftwood in his arms before he pulled her in the river, and then hugged her tightly in his arms, blocking many impacts for her.

It was at that time that one of his injuries remained.

It's just that Feng Xiaohan is less than thirteen years old, why is Rou half a head taller than him, how can he block all the reefs with his thin body?

He Xirou is not as strong as his body after being baptized by Jinmang, so although the number of times he was hit by the reef in the river was less, the injury was more serious.

As mentioned in the book, the heart of the healer's parents does not distinguish between men and women when saving people.

So Feng Xiaohan didn't care about those etiquette and morals, and reached out to grope carefully on her body, of course, including some parts that the opposite sex must not touch.

It's not taking advantage of the situation, it's examining her bones.

After a while, Feng Xiaohan muttered, "There are no other bone injuries except for a dislocated left arm and a contusion on the right ankle." ”

Then he lifted her shirt, revealing her flat belly.

If the people of Changming Sect knew about this, all the disciples of the entire sect would rush over to play with him, even Guo Mingzhe would not be able to stop him.

But again, it's good that Feng Xiaohan is here. If someone else comes, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be able to control himself with evil thoughts, or he will be shocked by He Xi's soft beauty and dare not touch her sacred body.

I saw a large patch of purple and blue on the snow-white skin on my abdomen, just like the craft wine that was inadvertently spilled in the snow in winter, and it was distressing to watch.

Then Feng Xiaohan turned her over, revealing a snow-white back, in addition to the purple blue left when she hit the reef, there was also a faint red under the snow-white skin, like an unripe winter fruit, which made people can't help but want to kiss it.

It's clearly like a winter fruit, but why does it make people want to "kiss" instead of "take a bite"?

Feng Xiaohan didn't know, but he understood that doing so was disrespectful to He Xirou, so he suppressed this thought, although what he was doing now was also disrespectful, but he tried to convince himself that he was saving people.

He Xirou often taught him that cultivators should be upright and upright, not confined to small sections.

But Feng Xiaohan still felt that it was better to hide this matter secretly, otherwise she would definitely kill herself......