Feng Xiaohan hugged He Xirou tightly, feeling like he was holding a cold ice cube, and even his body temperature dropped a lot.

He couldn't help but think, "If it weren't for the light rain that made the gray grass wet, I would rather risk making a fire than use this method." ”

At this moment, the warm fragrant nephrite in his arms, the delicate touch and the slight breathing of the beautiful woman are enough to shake the psychological defense of any man.

If it were someone else, it would be very likely that he would think: "Anyway, she won't know about it, and it won't be anything if you touch it secretly." Then every time I see He Xirou, I will think about it, and delay the transformation of the spirit, shake the Dao heart, and in the end, I may regret it, and finally delay the cultivation and even go mad and die.

Maybe this description does seem a bit exaggerated, but He Xirou is such a beauty, with infinite magic, no matter when or where to stop, even the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood will become a landscape full of artistic atmosphere.

A month before Feng Xiaohan arrived in the human world, the most famous painter of the Tang Dynasty came to Changming, hoping that He Xirou and Liu Panpan would each paint a portrait and put it in the "Tang Beauty Volume" to record all the portraits of the beauties in the history of the Tang Dynasty.

When he sat in front of He Xirou, he couldn't put down the pen for a long time, and finally sighed: "Such a beauty, the ink on the paper has lost its brilliance, and it really can't be painted in the painting." ”

Then he left with regrets.

But in the face of such a beauty, Feng Xiaohan didn't have any ideas, but was tired and hurt, and a little sleepy.

When real sleepiness hits, no one can resist it.

Feng Xiaohan hugged He Xirou, holding the barren sword in his right hand, and the Xilin small sword in his left hand, and fell asleep like this.

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Mo Qiu knelt on the riverside, pillowed Jiang Wen's head on his lap, and didn't know when he had an extra paper umbrella in his hand, trying to make Jiang Wen rain less.

She's been sitting here for an unknown amount of time, maybe all day, maybe longer.

All the while she stared at the compass, the two illusory flames on it growing farther and farther away until they stopped.

Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows and said in surprise: "That guy can still go so far with a burden on his back, does he still have the strength to spare?"

The next moment, Jiang Wen coughed twice, as if he was about to wake up.

Mo Qiu was suddenly overjoyed, and said softly, "Uncle Wen, are you awake?"

Jiang Wen's brows furrowed, and then he opened his eyes, and he saw Mo Qiu's beautiful face.

Mo Qiu said in surprise: "Uncle Wen, don't move yet, take this Huiyuan Dan and then talk." ”

Jiang Wen nodded slightly, and closed his eyes again.

Mo Qiu pinched open a wax-sealed elixir and put it to his mouth.

Jiang Wen opened his mouth slightly, and the elixir melted in his mouth, turning into a pure spiritual air flow into his abdomen. His mind moved slightly, and the aura ran in the five internal organs, and soon it turned into vitality and flowed into the secluded mansion, and the fine cracks between the five internal organs gradually healed, and the warm feeling crawled all over the body.

Then he sat up cross-legged, adjusted his internal breath, and after a while, spat out blood with a "wow" sound.

This blood is the blood that comes out of the rupture of internal organs, and when all this blood is spat out, most of the wound is healed.

Jiang Wen took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked around, and after recognizing the terrain, he nodded to Mo Qiu, indicating that it was no longer a big problem.

Mo Qiu breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Uncle Wen, what else do you need?"

Jiang Wen thought for a while and said, "Did you bring the acupuncture needle?"

Mo Qiu took out a bag of needles and handed it to him as if he were juggling.

Jiang Wen opened the needle bag and took out the thickest one of them, and pierced it into the lower abdomen, this is not a designated acupuncture point, but a good direction he found according to his own situation.

After stabbing a bloody hole, he closed his eyes again, and his luck ran out. The remaining blood in the abdominal cavity drained down the small hole, and the healing was completed, but the face became even paler due to blood loss.

He looked at Mo Qiu and said, "What about the three of them?"

Mo Qiu said: "The female disciple of Mochizuki Pavilion seems to have been washed ashore halfway through the river, and the remaining two women were seriously injured and unconscious, and that guy moved slowly and seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries. ”

Jiang Wen stroked his chest and said, "That kid must die." ”

Mo Qiu nodded heavily and said, "Uncle Wen, don't worry, I will definitely avenge you." ”

Jiang Wen thought for a while, looked at her and said, "Are you injured?"

"Thanks to you, I wasn't hurt. ”

"Then let's go after it now. Jiang Wen propped his hands on the ground and wanted to stand up.

Mo Qiu hurriedly went to help and said, "Uncle Wen, your injuries have not healed now, it is better to breathe for a while and then chase after you." ”

"Miss, I can feel that the kid is very strong-willed, and very courageous, otherwise he would not have fought me for so long. ”

Jiang Wen said seriously: "I am now able to move without hindrance, but I can't act easily, if it is delayed any longer, so that he has a chance to breathe, I am afraid that there will be another change." ”

Mo Qiu thought about it and felt reasonable, so he agreed.

Jiang Wen said: "The aura here is very thin, it is difficult to recover by sitting on the spirit, and demon beasts rarely live in such a place, which means that the strongest one here is you." If they are overtaken, they will surely die. ”

This is a very superficial truth, according to the style of his master in the past, Mo Qiu should leave Jiang Wen to chase alone, but he knows that his young lady's temperament will never leave him.

In order to complete the task and not waste any time, Jiang Wencai decided not to breathe anymore and set off immediately.

He's right. Feng Xiaohan really couldn't recover his vitality by sitting on the gong and transforming the spirit, but he could use the method of convulsion.

And there was one more point he guessed wrong.

In the depths of this endless gray field, there will not only be demon beasts walking around, but also high-grade demon beasts, many of which are extremely powerful.

For example, the Tyrant.

For example, the silverback wolf pack.

Everything here is gray and impossible to discern its direction, but they all follow a strange way of walking here, killing all life in sight.

Feng Xiaohan was lucky that he didn't encounter a single demon beast along the way, but because of this, he didn't find a food source. When he was on the way, Feng Xiaohan tried to eat some gray grass to satisfy his hunger, but both the blades of grass and the rhizomes were extremely bitter and unacceptable.

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Time passed, and the gold bracelet on his wrist gradually turned silver.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Xiaohan finally woke up.

But not enough sleep, not due to hunger......

He was woken up by a slap!

Feng Xiaohan was suddenly attacked while he was asleep, and suddenly jumped up, his two swords came out together, and he drew his swords and looked around.

The snow-white sword light illuminated the gray grass around it, reflecting a dazzling light.

I saw He Xirou grabbing a handful of gray grass, trying to cover her delicate body, but she still revealed a large amount of light.

Spring scenery!

Feng Xiaohan exhaled and said, "It's not easy to save up the vitality when you sleep, it has taken most of it this time, how about Moqiu and them catching up later?"

"Dengzi, whore!"

He Xirou trembled with excitement, and a blush appeared on her originally bloodless skin.

Feng Xiaohan's worst fear still happened.

The next moment, she pulled out the Xirou Sword from the thick gray grass under her, and raised her hand to make the most powerful dragon killing sword technique.

She's really murderous!

This sword came too quickly, and it was aimed at the point. He could even feel the killing intent in it.

Feng Xiaohan is still injured, although he has recovered a little with the golden mangs of Wanyan's magical powers, he still hasn't been able to fully recover.

So he had no choice but to lean back and roll a few laps on the spot to avoid the sword.

Doing so made him look a little embarrassed, and he pulled multiple dark wounds in his body, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

The dragon killing sword qi slashed a piece of gray grass behind Feng Xiaohan.

Feng Xiaohan hurriedly said, "Stop, I'm here to save you!"

He Xirou couldn't listen to anything at the moment, her eyes were filled with purple gas, and she was about to take out her sword again when she sat in the grass.

But immediately, the vitality in her body was suffocated, and she suddenly spat out blood.

Feng Xiaohan's eyes were quick, and he grabbed her sword body with both palms, and easily snatched it away.

It is a pity that there are cracks in the two most important meridians between the chest and abdomen, which leads to the backlash of the vitality and makes the internal injuries more serious.

Feng Xiaohan stood a little farther away, and after a moment of silence, he asked tentatively, "How are you?"

"It's not good, it's just a little bit like death. ”

He Xirou also calmed down at this moment, looked at him and said, "Of course, I want you to die." ”

Feng Xiaohan calmly explained, "I know you're angry right now, but I did it to save you, and I really didn't do anything. ”

It sounded contradictory, but he did act so rudely with good intentions, and he was just holding her and not even looking at her.

After Feng Xiaohan patiently explained, He Xirou still had a cold face and said, "You turn around, don't peek." ”

Feng Xiaohan took the Xirou sword and got into the grass.

He Xirou snorted coldly, obviously he was afraid that his anger would not subside, so he killed this disciple with a sword when he turned around.

"Hmph, man. ”

He Xirou took out her clothes from the gray grass, looked at the long skirt that was crumpled by Feng Xiaohan, and couldn't help but be even more angry, so she could only silently recite a meditation mantra to alleviate it.

Even Chen Feng hadn't seen He Xirou's jade body, but he didn't expect to be ...... by such a wild boy in a coma

He Xirou was injured, and when she was dressing, she was involved in the injuries on her body, so the whole process was very slow

So the more she thought about it, the more angry she became, and after putting on her clothes and smoothing out the folds, the cold tone made the light rain a little biting.

"Come out. ”

Feng Xiaohan peeked out of the gray grass and looked at He Xirou.

Seeing that she was beautiful and raised high, her face was like frost, and she was obviously still angry.

"You see, you were badly wounded and fainted, and you were sick again, and the gray grass could not be ignited. I'm either going to let you die, or I'm going to do it, and there's really no way to do it. ”

Feng Xiaohan sighed and said, "It's just that I don't have much ability and don't know how to heal." I regret it now, it would be much easier if Bai Xuejian was still here, she might have some medical skills, and maybe she could unlock my Feng Yuan. ”

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that Feng Xiaohan did not choose to throw her ashore, and there will be another possibility of being cumbersome at this time.