Demons have a strong ability to repair themselves.

Qingruo gave him medicine, and instead of using the dust cleaning technique, he took out a set of clothes from his Qiankun bag and asked him to change into them.

She turned her back and obediently used a spell to clean up the blood and change her clothes.

"Qingruo, it's okay."

Qingruo turned around, and he sat on the edge of the bed, one leg curled up on the edge of the bed and one leg in the air, holding the changed clothes in his hand, looking at her with his head raised.

A scarred and terrifying face looked pitiful because of its soft, well-behaved and somewhat ignorant expression, with pointed ears and blood-red eyes, like a confused monster after being injured.

Qingruo hooked her lips, very lightly and lightly with a little conniving smile, stepped forward to take the clothes in his hand, folded them neatly next to him and put them into his Qiankun bag.

took out a quilt, got on the bed and pulled him to lie down together, and covered the two of them with the quilt in his puzzled eyes, "Rest for a while, try not to cultivate, even if you can't sleep, just lie down quietly." ”

He hummed softly.

Qingruo raised her hand, a spell covered the night pearl embedded in the cave wall, and in the darkness, her hand under the quilt slowly approached, holding his cold hand.

After a while, the two breaths were almost in sync, and he backhanded, holding her small hand in the big rough palm.

Without the camouflage of cultivation, there were scars on his hands, protruding joints, thick calluses, and the strength of holding Qingruo was a little great, and her delicate skin was slightly tingling.

Qingruo turned to the side, and his other hand slowly put his hand on his face, the scar on his face was very deep and heavy, and the vertical and horizontal on his face made people feel terrified when they touched it.

One by one, she ran her fingertips through it, and finally stopped at his chin, didn't say anything, and sighed softly.

She sighed slightly in the darkness, and the distress she contained was so overwhelming that she could barely breathe.

Lin Zhao raised his hand and shook Qing Yao's hand to leave.

Pulling her fingers, she reached the deepest and largest scar on her skull, and touched it again from head to tail in the same way she had just rubbed it.

"This is cut by the head of the Xuanjue Sect."

This was followed by a scar from the left eye across the bridge of the nose to the right corner of the mouth, "This is cut by the head of Jinghemen." ”

The scars have been counted, not only a few major sects, but also some small sects. The last scar on his arm reached the palm of his hand, and he grasped Qingruo's fingertips.

Lin Zhao leaned over and kissed her lips, the scar on her lips rubbing against her lips, crispy and numb.

"Qingruo, let's sleep for a while."

Qingruo snorted, her cheek close to his chest.

Qing Ruo really fell asleep, and was woken up by knocking on his forehead when he was called.

When she woke up in a daze, she saw that his hand was close to her forehead again, raised her hand to grab it, and called him in a soft voice, "Linzhao." ”

He was laughing, softly and gently, looking strange on a scarred face.

Before opening the mouth, "Qingruo, roll to death." ”

Qingruo was completely sleepy for a moment, let go of his hand and turned over to sit up straight, his eyes were surging with anger and distress, but his voice was calm and cold, "Who?" ”

Lin Zhao sat up, got out of bed slowly, stood on the edge of the bed and tilted his head slightly to pull his somewhat wrinkled clothes, "The sect has attacked the Xuanjue Gate." ”

Qingruo frowned, and then her eyes widened suddenly, "What about your cultivation to be lowered?!" ”

Obviously, the sect did not dare to deal with the temporary call, but if the matter of the reduction of the temporary call was known by the sect, this would not be necessarily.

Lin Zhao was not in a hurry at all, hummed softly, and reached out to pull her when she saw that she was about to get up from the bed, and after Qingruo got off the bed, he let go of his hand, took out his Qiankun bag and lowered his head and began to take things inside.

Flying magic weapons, defensive magic weapons, a mess of things that are either used to escape or to save lives.

Qing Ruo frowned and watched beside him, he sorted out his things, began to put them on his body, turned around and handed Qing Ruo a magic weapon, a flying magic weapon, and the speed was almost the extreme in the magic weapon, "Go back to the sect or go to your father." ”

Qingruo didn't answer, staring straight into his eyes, "What about you?" Where are you going? ”

Lin Zhao glanced at her fixedly, the persistence in her eyes.

He turned his head, put the flying magic weapon in his hand on the bed, and continued to pack his things, "There is already a big mess over there at the Xuanjue Gate, this place is not safe." ”

Qingruo grabbed his arm, the force was very heavy, and he even used aura.

Lin Zhao's current cultivation is far from comparable to Qingruo, his arm hurts, and he turned his head to look at Qingruo unhappily.

She looked even more angry with a cold face, but her words were very calm, "Your current cultivation, it is easy for several major sects to join forces to kill you." ”

Lin Zhao shook his arm, but did not shake off her hand, Qingruo squeezed it tighter.

The violent and murderous demonic qi in his body began to surge uncontrollably, and the black scars on his face began to turn blood red in the middle.

Qingruo still stared at him, not hiding or letting go, without the slightest intention of giving in.

Lin Zhao lowered his head first, "Qingruo." You go back to the sect or go to your father. ”

He opened his mouth and repeated, his tone a little helpless.

Qingruo let go of his arm and stepped aside.

Lin Zhao didn't look up, continued to pack his things, and after packing up, he began to walk deeper into the cave.

The distance was a little far, and Qingruo opened his mouth to call him.

The cavern was filled with echoes of her opening, "Summoning...... Provisional Call...... Provisional Summons ......"

She shouted once, but countless voices echoed through the cavern.

Lin Zhao paused for a moment, but continued to walk forward.

"Provisional Calling...... ...... summoned," Qingruo shouted again.

Lin Zhao hooked his lips, and scolded himself in his heart for being a demon without humanity.

Stopped and turned around.

The distance between them was very long, and he turned, relying on his good eyesight, and even if it wasn't clear, he did see the smile on her face that suddenly bloomed.

It's bright, it's hot, like the sun overhead, it's burning if it's too close, and it's too far away and you miss that warmth.

The sound of da-da's footsteps was mixed with the echo of the road, Qingruo ran over, she had never been in this cave with Bu Shao, her long hair was flying behind her, and she didn't know if it was the wind that brought her hair or her hair that brought the wind.

Close, close.

And five meters.

Qingruo stopped, opened his arms widely, and his voice was full of smiles, "Linzhao, you come and pick me up." ”

Lin Zhao smiled.

Nodding and striding towards her, two big palms supported her face on both sides, and bowed her head gently and domineeringly and kissed her fragrant and sweet lips.

Qingruo's outstretched arms were empty, and her eyes widened as she looked at him.

"Qingruo, close your eyes."

He slurred her lips, his hands on her cheeks, followed by a lingering kiss.

Later, Qingruo told him that if he hadn't looked back when he had called him that day, she would still follow herself.

Lin Zhao smiled and didn't answer, but he was thinking in his heart, in fact, she couldn't leave that day, even if she didn't call him, he would turn back in the end.

He knew too well that his temptation would not pass his own level in the first place.

It's just that this time she let him win, and after winning this temptation, she won even more.

The two began the days of being hunted down.

Qingruo has now become a female devil who is shouted and beaten by decent people.

Lin Zhao is not only decent, but the demons also want to kill him, after all, he also occupies the name of a demon king.

The demon clan is more direct than the decent and doesn't know how to beat around the bush, and the demon king's cultivation has been lowered, so whoever kills him will be the new demon king.

Directly to Qingruo, he was very irritable and hid from the chase, and he kicked his feet to get angry when he had nothing to do.

The years of cultivating immortals are the real Bai Jun passing through the gap, they dodge and kill, relying on the various high-level magic weapons and dodging and killing skills of the two of them, and hiding in various secret realm caves for several months.

Four years have passed, and in the world of cultivating immortals, it is about to become black and white.

The summoning is about to quench the body again.

Qingruo was about to collapse.

Because Lin Zhao told her very seriously that the quenching time will take a long time this time, and after the quenching, his cultivation will be reduced to completely gone, and he doesn't know what the specific situation is.

So, they have to be prepared.

Thankfully, although the cultivation of Linzhao has been declining, Qingruo's actual combat experience in dodging and fighting has continued to improve in the past few years, and his enlightenment has also been smooth and smooth several times, and his cultivation has been promoted to another level.

Qingruo handed the roasted monster leg to Linzhao.

The ugly and edible guy took it and took a big bite to eat, Qingruo rolled his eyes, and was ready to tear off the other leg and hand it over.

The Provisional Calling now needs to be eaten, and it is uglier than it used to be...... It's uglier......

The skin is not white, and the skin beneath the scars is a color between bruises and bronze, much like the lowest-level imps that grow naturally in the dark.

It can be said that if he weren't with Qingruo now, basically all the monks would not recognize him as a temporary call when they saw him.

Lin Zhao finished eating a whole demonic beast and burped leisurely.

pulled a piece of grass from the side and put it in his mouth, leaning on the branch behind him and lazily shaking Erlang's legs, "Qingruo, what do you think I will become when I quench again?" ”

Qingruo rolled her eyes and didn't bother to pay attention to him, what she was thinking about now was not what he had become, but the life-saving magic weapons of the two people had actually been almost consumed after the endless pursuit and killing in the past few years.

No matter how weak he gets, how can she protect him?

Lin Zhao ate the meat, his hands were oily, and when he saw that he threw away the barbecue branch, he naturally stretched out his hands, waiting for Qingruo to clean his hands with a spell.

Such a simple small spell, an introductory spell, a spell for a three-year-old child in the immortal cultivation world, he wants to cast it now, it's not impossible, but it's very difficult.

The two of them are now in the Warcraft Forest, and their bodies are too weak, and they have restored the instincts of the demons, and their activity is a little stronger at night, but they are relatively weak during the day, and they are also afraid of the sun.

He ate something, the shade of the trees was luxuriant, and he leaned against the trunk of the tree and held the grass in his mouth, a little dazed and wanted to sleep.

Qingruo let out a long sigh, took out Xiao Bo from the Qiankun bag and smashed it with a split head and a face.

What she can't accept now is that he, a demon, can catch a cold?!

Or was it because I was cold when I slept two days ago......

Probably he didn't have the concept of catching a cold, but he started to have a runny nose the next day, and the current snot was not a normal snot, so the color was not described, anyway, Qingruo was a little unacceptable.

She felt strange when she asked her to perform the dust cleaning technique and asked him what was wrong.

This guy was cute and aggrieved and told her that she felt that there was always water coming out of her nose.

Later on, he started coughing......

In the world of cultivating immortals, whether it is a human or a demon, it is probably the first time that someone has caught a cold.

So Lin Zhao didn't understand what was wrong with him at all.

Or Qingruo roughly said what such symptoms are.

From then on, Qingruo didn't dare to let a demon whose body was often cold catch a cold......

**

Qingruo,

I'm so scared,

I'm afraid you'll go to hell with me.

I'm afraid hell won't have you.

- [Black Box]