"You know me?" The young man looked at Feng Ning and smiled softly, "What a cute little sister, it's a pity that the cultivation is too weak." ”

The young man suddenly arrived in front of Feng Ning, Feng Ning didn't even see his movements clearly, and the spirit sword was held by him.

"What a good sword." The young man's eyes flashed bright red like blood, "Let my food go, and take this sword to pay for it." ”

There was a very strong fragrance on the young man's body, but it still did not overshadow the smell of blood on his body.

"You're hurt!" Even though he knew that it was not the same person, Feng Ning still couldn't bear it, and found that his hands were stained with his blood, and blood was dripping from his dark robe.

"It's more than enough to deal with you." The young man placed the spirit sword across Feng Ning's neck, and his fingers were so cold that people trembled, "Decent monk, what are you doing here?" ”

"You're a demon cultivator?"

"I'm not a demon cultivator." The boy was disdainful, "Look, my blood is red." ”

Distinguishing between a demon cultivator and a decent monk is indeed distinguished by the color of the blood, the blood of a decent monk is red, and once the demon is enchanted, the blood will turn black.

Feng Ning had actually noticed the color of his blood a long time ago, but the aura emanating from his body made it hard to believe that he was not a demon cultivator, and she had never seen other demon cultivators before this, so she couldn't tell whether it was true or not.

"Since it's not a demon cultivator, then Daoyou's practice of catching live people as food is also against the way of heaven, so don't leave it at that." Feng Ning wanted to pull the spirit sword back, but he couldn't twitch a bit, "Please also ask Daoist friends to respect themselves." ”

"Self-respect?" The corners of the boy's mouth curled, and he gently let people take off all their defenses against him, "What is self-respect?" I don't know how to respect myself, can you teach me? ”

"Daoist friends laughed, I haven't been able to accept apprentices yet, I'm afraid I won't be able to teach you." Feng Ning hurriedly refused, "Daoist friends are so good, presumably there is no need to worry about these." ”

"But what do I want you to teach?" The young man leaned closer to Feng Ning and sniffed, "You have a very comfortable smell on your body, don't you want to know who I am?" Come with me and I'll sue you. ”

"No need." Feng Ning shook his head vigorously, "Suddenly, I don't want to know that much. ”

Although this person and the donkey look exactly the same, the temperament of the two people is too far apart to be the same person

"But I really want to tell you what to do?" The young man smiled softly and said word by word, "Remember, my name is Si." ”

After speaking, he swiped lightly in the air, and the word "驷" appeared in the air.

Feng Ning looked at this word, his pupils suddenly dilated, and he couldn't believe that there was such a coincidence in the world!

"Horse! You're really called a donkey! Feng Ning looked at him, trying to find a familiar expression on his face, impossible, how could he appear here!

"Do you know anyone with that name?" Although the young man was still smiling, his eyes were full of murderous aura.

Not only is the name the same, but even the appearance is exactly the same, if the personality is gentler, it is almost the same person.

"What are you thinking?" The young man interrupted Feng Ning's contemplation, "What is your name yet?" ”

Feng Ning frowned, "Let go of me." ”

The young man moved slightly, his body took a few steps back, and a few spells that Feng Ning couldn't understand came out of his mouth, and the black mist instantly surrounded her again.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I just want to stay with you for a few more days." The young man's hand passed through the black mist and returned the spirit sword to Feng Ning, "Your sword doesn't have a name yet, if you want him to really belong to you, you must give him a name." ”

Feng Ning was slightly shocked in his heart, what did this person want to do? Since you trapped her, why do you want to mention her in these places?

The reason why she has never decided on the name of the sword is actually because once the sword has a name, it is like a part of herself and cannot be abandoned.

Although the sword will be more compatible with the owner after it becomes famous, and its power will increase greatly, Feng Ning still doesn't want to make a perfunctory decision at will.

Since Heavenly Dao arranged it like this at this time, let him stop his thoughts. Not for anything else, just to remind yourself that the person in front of you is not the person in your memory, don't be fooled by appearance, it's time to cut off the past and start a new life.

"Heaven is above, the gods are witnessing" Feng Ning's voice echoed in the woods, and blue light emanated from all around her, dispersing all the black mist.

"Swear by the demons in your heart, and the contract is made!"

In an instant, Feng Ning and the sword in her hand flashed a dazzling blue light, illuminating the entire forest, and the young man stood on the tree fifty meters away, squinting at this qiē.

Making a contract with the Broken Mind Sword, the wind condensed and swirled, flying gracefully into the air, the wind blew her hair up, and the real person looked extremely cold.

Looking at the young man's figure, Feng Ning frowned, holding the Broken Mind Sword in his hand, thinking that he was not a sword at all. It doesn't matter if he's a demon cultivator or not, whether he looks exactly like a si, I hope I'll never see him again.

Turned around, and was about to fly away, but found that he couldn't take a step. Odd? Feng Ning looked down, her feet were entangled in black vines at some point, as if she sensed that she was leaving, she suddenly tightened, and her reaction was so fast that it was terrifying.

I don't know what this thing is, but it must not be easy to approach her silently, and Feng Ning doesn't dare to slash with the Broken Mind Sword, she remembers that many plants recorded on the plant map are immune to physical damage, and the faster you cut, the faster you grow.

Just as she was thinking for a moment, the young man had already stood in front of her, holding Feng Ning's hand and smiling, "I really like you more and more, taking a sword name can make such a big noise." ”

"What are these things, let them stay away from me, okay?" Feng Ning had a timid expression on his face, and his dark eyes flashed with a light that people couldn't bear to refuse.

"It's my pet, it's very well-behaved, isn't it?" The boy happily stroked the vines, "But they especially like to play with people with swords, and they also like the aura like yours, if they let them touch your blood, I can't control it." ”

What the? Not only is physical immunity, but spiritual attacks are useless!

Feng Ning's face sank, but the young man laughed loudly, and laughed for a long time before he sank, "So you have to be obedient, you know?" Don't tease them like you did. ”

A wave of anger rose on Feng Ning's face, and he turned his head, is it going to be planted here today? Doesn't it mean that there are very few monks in the mundane world? Why did you meet such a strong person when you went out for the first time?

"I seem to remember that there was a man in the batch of food that just escaped that smelled like you."

The young man's casual words made Feng Ning's heart skip a beat.

"Is he someone important to you?"