In Yuan Fengqing's cognition, Yuanying Monk is already an existence that many monks cannot reach in their lives, and it is beyond imagination. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But she never thought that one day, there would be a Yuanying Monk bursting in front of her eyes, and she never even had a chance to resist!

The madness ten steps away was tightly restrained by the golden thunderbolt that burst out of the blood painting's eyes at this moment, and he couldn't move. Struggling desperately, his eyes were full of red blood, and his arms were bleeding from the golden thunderbolt due to excessive exertion, and he could see a lot of white bones in the depths. A gray robe was even more strangled, and many pieces of clothes were swept away by the wind, and disappeared!

His dark face and cracked expression looked particularly hideous, and the whimpering sound in his throat was even more like that of a mad beast, which made people's hearts chill.

The wind blows very violently, the dust and leaves dance wildly, and the colorful begonia petals are also fluttering like snowflakes, but people don't feel any beauty, only make people feel extremely weird and panicked.

In the next second, there was a loud bang in his ears, mixed with the tragic cry of the four elders of the demon clan, Chu Zhifang, the golden light flashed, and his body burst into ashes in the field of vision of Yuan Fengqing's rapid retreat, and the flying ashes in the sky were quickly blown away by the wind, and there was nothing left.

The wind stopped, the leaves fell, the four fields returned to calm, and there were only scorched black and a large piece of broken tiles left within a radius of 100 miles, and the leaves, petals, and rocks that could be seen everywhere were like the devastation after the war, but in fact, Chu Zhimad had never even had a chance to make a move, and he was wiped out in this piece of heaven and earth.

At this time, the blood painting was holding her and standing on an intact city wall a hundred meters away, the wind was gusting, his black hair and purple robe were flying very strongly, in the sound of hunting and hunting, the white face was as calm as jade, and his eyes gradually recovered from amber to pitch black.

But such a man of unparalleled elegance wiped out a Yuan Infant Demon Cultivator in the palm of his hand in the blink of an eye, almost without even raising his eyelids, killing so easily that it was unimaginable.

There is no executioner like him who kills people and is still calm, as if nothing has happened just now, this kind of calm only makes Yuan Fengqing feel afraid, as if he is the master of heaven and earth, he can easily decide the life and death of the people in the world, but no one can resist! In his eyes, are thousands of living beings really as small as ants to be negligible?

Yuan Fengqing's eyes began to drift, and he felt that what had happened to Fang Cai was like a nightmare. If it weren't for the pain in her back that still made her tremble involuntarily and the sweat never stopped, she really thought that everything before was just a dream.

Sensing the fear in her eyes, Blood Painting slowly lowered his head, looked at her with deep eyes, and said lightly, "You are seriously injured, it's time to rest!" As soon as the words fell, Yuan Fengqing's tense nerves relaxed uncontrollably, and a thick tiredness poured into his heart, and he was really swallowed by the darkness and fell asleep.

In her sleep, Yuan Fengqing still felt pain all over her body, as if she was constantly being cut back and forth by a sharp knife, the pain was never stable, and the sweat never stopped, and the clothes inside and outside were already soaked with sweat, and the wetness was extremely uncomfortable on the body.

Just when she felt unusually tormented, her facial features involuntarily twisted into a ball, suddenly someone gently hugged her, she was very uncomfortable in the air, and when she tried to open her eyes to take a look, she felt that the back of the pain was suddenly cold, as if it was covered by an ice film, the burning and hot feeling slowly disappeared, and the slightest coolness slowly penetrated into the blood and bone marrow, making her shiver with cold, and her upper and lower teeth couldn't stop rubbing, making a clicking sound, and even she felt harsh when she listened to it.

The extreme chill made Yuan Fengqing have the illusion of being thrown into the ice cellar, and when she was thinking about whether to open her eyes and take a look, she felt that she was deeply embraced by someone, and the warm, solid embrace accompanied by the smell of agarwood invaded the tip of her nose, and the familiar taste and feeling were like a pair of gentle big hands, slowly smoothing out the discomfort in her body, and the uncomfortable feeling relaxed, and the sleepiness surged up again, and after changing a comfortable position slightly, she fell asleep.

I slept very deeply and soundly, and I don't know how long I slept, but I was pulled back to reality by the discomfort of hunger, and in a daze, Yuan Fengqing heard the "cooing" in her stomach very happily, and felt a little embarrassed, but Siye was very quiet, except for the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, I didn't hear any other sounds, but I didn't have to worry about losing face in front of people, thinking about it and relaxing.

But immediately, a strong fragrance floated into the nose, and the induced lower abdomen screamed louder and louder as if it had been called, so that Yuan Fengqing could not continue to sleep, so he had to struggle with his heavy eyelids and slowly open his vision.

In front of him was a pitch-black wood, the wind was still blowing, and through the gaps in the trees, you could still see the thick dark clouds in the sky and the demonic energy rolling under the clouds, which showed that it was not out of the scope of the demon domain.

Ten meters away in the field of vision is a pile of raging flames, sitting on the opposite side of the blood painting is using wood to pierce a hare frame on the fire and slowly roast, the rabbit meat is roasted smooth and bright, bursts of aroma permeate the air, more and more Yuan Fengqing is hungry, when he hears the sound of "cooing" from his lower abdomen, his face is slightly red, and he slowly sits up straight.

I felt that there was no imaginary pain in my back, but it was not completely healed, and I couldn't help but think of the previous scene, and I couldn't help but shudder when I remembered the horror of Chu Zhimadness bursting into ashes in an instant.

On the other side, the blood painting's gaze was raised slightly, and when he saw that her face was pale and trembling, he asked lightly, "What?" Are you cold? ”

Yuan Fengqing was stunned, her thoughts were pulled back to reality, she raised her eyes to look at the blood painting opposite, and vaguely remembered what she had said when she was about to blow herself up: "My woman"? Is that what he said? Did you hear it wrong? When did she become his woman?

"That demon cultivator just broke a few of your ribs, why did you even hurt your brain?" Seeing that she had been stunned, the blood eyebrows frowned slightly, and she got up impatiently and walked over, handed her the roasted hare in her hand and said, "You have slept for a day and a night, and if you don't go back, I'm afraid that the other four old immortals will find out that Chu Zhimad is dead, and none of them will be able to leave at that time!" ”

The words of the blood painting reminded Yuan Fengqing, and at this time, he didn't care whether his sentence "my woman" was a slip of the tongue or he misheard it because of excessive pain, so he took the hare in his hand and ate it.

Seeing that she was quite cooperative and obedient, Xuehua's brows gradually stretched, and he looked up at the boundless night, but he didn't know what to think, and he didn't move for a long time.