"Tell me about it!" Lao Dao asked lazily as he touched his peachwood sword, not seeming to be of much interest.

"If my predecessors wanted to kill me, they would have killed me a long time ago, so why do you have to wait for me to wake up. Once I wake up, it's not so easy to kill me again! Such a simple truth will not be understood by the seniors, the only explanation is that this Xuanling Array may not have a good chance of winning with the strength of the predecessors alone! ”

Lao Dao pursed his lips a little uncomfortably, "Who, who said it!" My jade pot is a first-class master of the Shushan faction, how can such a small formation trap me! ”

"In that case, then Mao Qing farewell!" Mao Qing said that he was going to leave. The old man shouted loudly, "If you want to leave, it's not so easy, let's leave my right hand first." Otherwise, how can I gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes after my jade pot goes out, and what face do I have in front of my disciples and grandchildren! ”

"The senior is sure that he can cut off the right hand of Mao Qing!" Mao Qing slowly raised his right hand, and the air flow in his palm moved slightly, and it turned out to be a condensation of true qi. And on the white forehead, the pink peach blossom mark is demonic.

The wooden sword raised by the jade pot was slowly put down, but he was still a little unwilling, "I sue you, cultivators, to subdue demons and eliminate demons, this is a matter of course." If you want to beg me to release this little monster that is neither human nor demonic, it will never be! ”

"Mao Qing never asks for help! Ayin's life and death are not up to others to decide! You kill, I save, you and I rely on our own abilities! Mu Qing replied coldly.

"You, you, you" The jade pot froze, looked at Ayin's smug little eyes again, and swallowed desperately, "Okay, you break the formation with me, what are the conditions?" ”

"Your peachwood sword!" Mao Qing raised his hand and pointed at it. Before he finished speaking, the jade pot jumped up and withdrew three zhang away.

"Don't even think about it, this is a weapon I finally obtained, and I won't give it to you if I die!"

Miqing looked at him speechlessly, "I just want to know where it came from?" I didn't intend to take it for myself! ”

The jade pot thief stared at Mao Qing for a while, then turned his eyes to Ah Yin, and sighed twice, "You do so many things just for this girl!" I originally thought you were a seedling of immortal cultivation, but it seems that you are a layman who has fallen into the red dust willingly! Alas. What a pity! ”

Ayin was about to refute, but was stopped by Mao Qing with his eyes. "Since the seniors can come and go freely in this Xuanling Array, they seem to be quite familiar with this formation. Who set it up? Is this Xuanling Grass really in this hole! ”

The jade pot put the peachwood sword back into the cloth bag behind him, patted the dust on his body, and raised his head at Mao Qing. "You come with me!"

Mao Qing raised his eyebrows and thought for a moment. turned around and whispered to Jiang Xiaoyu. "Follow carefully!"

Jiang Xiaoyu pursed her lips disapprerovingly. Haoqing took the lead in raising his heels on the jade pot, but Ayin deliberately took two steps behind and walked with Jiang Xiaoyu. Mao Qing fluttered slightly, his footsteps did not stop, and he quickly distanced himself from the two.

"What's wrong? You finally found out, or my jade-faced flying fox is more handsome and chic, isn't it? Jiang Xiaoyu picked up a strand of black hair hanging down on her chest, and threw a wink at Ayin quite a flattering look.

Ayin looked at him blankly with her mouth open as if she had swallowed a fly. "Jiang Daxia, can you not be so disgusting?"

Jiang Xiaoyu's cocked fingers froze there instantly, and even the smile with the corners of his mouth was half frozen. If it weren't for the blood marks that couldn't be covered up by the other party's fat blue shirt, Jiang Xiaoyu really wanted to strangle her!

"Since it's so disgusting, why don't you go find your Qingqing and run over?" Jiang Xiaoyu asked with squinting eyes and gritting her teeth.

Ayin drooped his head, like a frosted eggplant, lifeless, and asked Nuonuo, "Did I get sick again just now?" ”

Jiang Xiaoyu hadn't seen Ayin's appearance when he was controlled by Chijin Dan, and replied casually, "You were already in a coma when I came, as for whether you are sick or not, I don't know, why don't you ask Maoqing?" ”

Ah Yin raised his eyes to look at the back not far away, and asked with some frustration, "Do you think he will sue me?" ”

The Ayin that Jiang Xiaoyu knows is rude, fangs and claws, and troublemaker. Now that she suddenly looks like an abandoned little resentful woman, Jiang Xiaoyu is really a little uncomfortable.

"Well, maybe~"

Jiang Xiaoyu searched for suitable words to comfort her, but Ayin opened her mouth again, "That old monkey just now kept saying that I was a monster who was neither human nor demon, although Qingqing was angry, he didn't refute it. Jiang Xiaoyu, you say, I can't really be a demon, right? ”

The big black and white eyes looked at him with a smile, Jiang Xiaoyu not only felt compassion, but sighed and persuaded, "What is the difference between a human and a demon, you didn't kill people and set fires, even if you are a demon, you are a demon!" ”

"If you kill people and set fires, won't you be a good demon?" Ah Yin hurriedly asked, and for some reason a strange picture suddenly appeared in his mind, a person frantically tore a woman in a red wedding dress in half!

"This~"

"Qingqing will kill me, will definitely kill me!" Ah Yin grabbed Jiang Xiaoyu's hand in a panic, and the helplessness in his eyes would be unbearable for anyone who looked at it.

Jiang Xiaoyu stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder as a sign of comfort, but the tentacles were sticky, and he hurriedly looked down to see that the place where Ayin had just been cut by the peach wood sword of the jade pot was still bleeding, and it was slowly soaking his shirt.

Jiang Xiaoyu was suspicious, "This wound is obviously very shallow, how can it keep bleeding?" What kind of treasure is that old man's peachwood sword, so powerful! ”

"What are you muttering about?" Ayin rubbed her eyes and asked unhappily.

Jiang Xiaoyu pointed to the blood stains in his palm and asked in surprise, "You, don't it hurt?" ”

Ayin's mind was still trapped in the bloody scenes that popped up in his mind from time to time, and he replied nonchalantly, "Doesn't it hurt? ”

"It doesn't hurt to bleed so much?" Jiang Xiaoyu raised her voice and asked again.

"Oh, the young master is strong, such a wound is nothing. Didn't you see Qingqing being so badly injured and not frowning? He doesn't cry out in pain, and I don't hurt either! Ayin replied with his little neck tilted as a matter of course.

"You, you~" Jiang Xiaoyu really didn't know whether to praise her for being brave and strong or scolding her for being hopeless, she didn't care about him, but in the end she made him half angry. Jiang Xiaoyu felt that he must have owed a lot of money in his previous life, otherwise, why he was bullied by him in this life, he had to clean up the mess for him.

"Here, the best Jinchuang medicine, money can't buy it!" Jiang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth and took out a porcelain bottle from his arms and handed it over. Ayin pulled off the red cloth that was sealed, leaned over and sniffed it, and said disapprerovingly, "Isn't it just ordinary wound medicine?" It is as if there is something in heaven and nothing on earth! When the master is free, I will return you a bottle of better! ”

"Do you know what this medicine is~" Jiang Xiaoyu shouted for half a sentence and stopped abruptly, rolled his eyes and said, "Stinky girl who doesn't know the goods, this is an immortal medicine, you know a fart!" ”

Ayin fell a little on the wound on his arm, which didn't heal immediately but really didn't bleed anymore. Ayin immediately cheered and ran forward, shouting as he ran, "Qingqing, this medicine is not bad, you try it quickly!" ”

Jiang Xiaoyu looked at the galloping little figure, a mouthful of old blood almost spurted out, and hurriedly shouted forward, "You leave me some, leave some!" (To be continued.) )