Chapter Seventy-Two: Drifting at Sea
"That subordinate has a way, and he can do it..."
Wei Hu said this, so, and so, seeing that Chu Jinghuan finally showed a satisfied smile, Wei Hu secretly wiped his sweat, and when he looked up, he saw the sect leader with an idiot look, the youngest sect leader in the history of the Xuanwu Sect, it has been difficult to find opponents in the rivers and lakes for many years, and now he has been trained by a yellow-haired girl to obey him, alas~ Ask what is the situation in the world, sure enough, it is a thing to drop a thing, Wei Hu shook his head, and secretly made up his mind to concentrate on his career from now on, and never get close to a woman.
Chu Jinghuan followed Wei Hu's method and went straight to the store that sold dried fruits, and as soon as he made a move, he was full of a large bag of snacks, it seems that the work of stuffing snacks into the dog cave was handed over to Wei Hu.
Just as he was rushing back, he faintly noticed that someone was following, and he quietly led people to the suburbs.
Seeing that it had been exposed, he didn't say much, he shot directly, and after a fight, Chu Jinghuan gradually noticed that something was wrong, different from the past, this group of people's moves are more like people from the Xuanwu Sect, could it be that Yin Jiu made his own move this time? Chu Jinghuan was worried about the safety of the demon slayer, and when Wei Hu and the others arrived, he got out and went straight to the inn.
Chu Jinghuan directly pushed open the door, but there was no one in the room but there was a hidden murderous aura, Chu Jinghuan immediately drew his sword, and the sky-high sword qi directly split the cabinet door, and the hidden killer wailed, killing instantly, and the killers lurking everywhere jumped out one after another, unlike the previous wave of killers, the number of martial arts who came was more like the people of the Seven Star Sect, and the martial arts were mediocre, sending these people over to assassinate was obviously self-defeating, Chu Jinghuan was anxious to find the demon slayer, and used a killing move, the move was fatal, and when the last person was left, he was directly captured alive, and then he asked about the whereabouts of the demon slayer.
The torrential rain extinguished the fire, but it also burned the flower boat, and seeing the vast sea, the two of them drifted aimlessly for several days, already hungry and exhausted. Chu Jinghuan looked at the big sun in the sky, looked at the skinless demon slayer lying on the wooden board, he took off his clothes and covered the head of the demon slayer, the slayer demon waved his hand to signal him to wear it back, the boat board was very small, only accommodating the demon slayer alone, Chu Jinghuan held a small plank, barely sank, but most of his body was soaked in water, he was not much better than himself, but Chu Jinghuan refused, when the two struggled, the mainland gradually appeared in the distance, a figure appeared on the seaside, and the slayer couldn't shout in a dumb voice, But the figure didn't seem to see them, and was walking back, seeing that the ebb tide was about to bring them back to the sea, this time, I don't know if there is a chance to live, the two were very anxious, Chu Jinghuan fought hard for the last internal strength, slapped the demon slayer with one palm, sent her to the shore, and finally fell into the sea without physical strength.
"Auntie, when will this sister wake up."
"Doctor Liu said, my sister is fine, she is dehydrated from the wind and sun on the sea, and she will wake up naturally when she is rested."
"Oh, my sister is so beautiful, as beautiful as my sister Afeng, I will definitely take good care of her."
"Ami is so good, you feed my sister the medicine on the table, and Auntie will go next door to see that uncle."
The Deeper Demon regained some consciousness, listening to the conversations of the people around her, she wanted to ask Chu Jinghuan how it was, but her body couldn't move at all, a bad smell and bitter decoction entered her throat, the Demon-Slaughterer instinctively wanted to purse her mouth, a pair of small hands easily and skillfully pinched her mouth and tongue, followed by the decoction poured into her throat, so bitter, the Deeper Demon complained in her heart, and fell asleep again.