"What's so hard about that? Your disciple has a demonic aura in him, so I can only take him and blame him for this. You say, will people believe that I am a disciple of a noble and decent family, or a person with demonic energy and can get close to you. ”

may be following the principle that the villain must talk a lot, and the other party talks like a bamboo tube pouring beans.

Fu Wan wondered in her heart, the man's words didn't seem to be fake, so why didn't she find out that Song Jing had demonic energy on her body.

However, this laid the groundwork for Song Jing's fall into the demon later.

"Who the hell are you?" Fu Wan decided to ask a few more questions.

The man spilled a piece of white powder and said fiercely: "You should keep this question and take it into the underworld." ”

Fu Wan: "......"

The long sword in Song Jing's hand was unsheathed, and the sword qi swept away the powder, approaching the man ghostly, and breaking the man's neck from behind.

Fu Wan still didn't react.

It's too fast.

The man's cultivation in the later stage of Jindan didn't even have time to take precautions, so he directly broke his neck.

Song Jing searched for a few turns, found the woman out, and threw it in front of Fu Wan.

Fu Wan said: "Who are you?" ”

The woman trembled and said, "I am a disciple of Du Yuwu, senior brother, he ...... He's just, for a moment, he has a bad heart......"

Fu Wan felt that the acquiescing evildoer was also evil.

But that's true of everybody.

She thought for a moment and said, "You go, don't be bad again." ”

The main thing is that she's too good to fix her now.

Song Jing saw that she didn't care, so he looked at the woman on the ground lightly. The woman saw Song Jing's twisting neck just now, and looked at him, her eyes full of horror.

Song Jingdao: "Get out." ”

The woman immediately rolled with trembling legs.

Song Jing looked at her silently, his eyes were calm and complex, as if all the fiery emotions had been pressed to the bottom of the lake by him, and all kinds of suffering and unhappiness under him were suffocated in his heart.

Fu Wan knows that there is a kind of person who is always calm and indifferent.

They themselves thought they were calm and didn't care, but when they were sad, they realized that they had become accustomed to pressing emotions into their hearts, and they couldn't even express them.

After a long time, my heart is bitter and tormented, but I don't even have the ability to vent.

Later, there was a quiet despair.

Despair is voiceless.

She thought about it, walked over, stood on tiptoe and rubbed the little villain's head, "You are my disciple, whether you are a human, an immortal or a demon, yes." ”

Song Jing lowered his slender eyelashes and looked at the woman in front of him who was in disarray, full of wounds.

She seems to be so gentle and compassionate, whether she is in the light of the wind or the moon or down.

He once thought that she was just living in a clean place all the time, but now he realized that maybe she just didn't care about being clean and dirty.

Song Jing said in a dumb voice: "Master, I'm not good. ”

But he was still afraid.

Fu Wan said: "Shizun is also very bad now, will you dislike me?"

Song Jing was silent for a long time, but still said in a low voice: "No, the master has always been very good." ”

Even if she is embarrassed now, she is still the cleanest and brightest moonlight, and she is still the most powerful, beautiful and noble Song Wu.

Fu Wan smiled and said, "You have always been very good, everything in this world is divided into wisdom and stupidity, and strength is different." But everyone is unique, and everyone is the best version of themselves. She thought for a moment and felt that her words were too official, so she continued to add: "Ah Jing, you are my disciple, and in my eyes, you are very, very good, very, very special. ”

Song Jing's eyes were a little dazed, and then his eyes began to glow.

"I said you're good, but I think you're good."

Song Jing looked at her silently, the light in his eyes still dimmed, "Master, I ......"

He didn't continue, but turned and sat down with his sword in his hands.

How could he be okay? He has a filthy demonic aura in him, a twisted and vicious mind, vile and selfish. She's so good...... So good that he wanted to pull her down from the altar and sleep together in the darkest place.

Fu Wan: "......"

Just, there are so many unhappy people in this world.

She was covered in injuries and felt extremely tired, so she found a tree trunk, and Fu Wan set up a formation around her, and began to make up for sleep.

Fu Wan felt that he was cold, cold.

She knew she was asleep, but she couldn't wake up, and she was very cold.

Song Jing was shocked by the woman's whispering, and he didn't dare to look directly at the too peaceful and clean master, so he silently held the sword in the corner, with a bunch of messy thoughts in his head.

He heard Fu Wan's voice and hurriedly checked.

only to find out that she was poisoned.

She was bitten by a spider, but she didn't even squeak.

Song Jing was a little distressed, and was about to help her suppress the toxicity, but Fu Wan muttered coldness and rubbed beside him unconsciously.

The girl's expression has always been peaceful and cold, and at this time, her dark hair makes her face almost transparent, fragile like a ceramic doll. Song Jing slowly stretched out his hand, put his hand on her eyelashes, looked at half of her white face, and slowly approached.

His forehead was close to Song Wu's, and his snort was full of the cold fragrance on her body.

Fu Wan shuddered, subconsciously curled up, felt the warmth between his foreheads, and subconsciously pressed a few inches forward, and the two of them even touched the tip of their noses.

Song Jing stepped back abruptly, as if she had accidentally posted her.

Two steps away, he lowered his eyes to look at the trembling girl on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Master? ”

Fu Wan, who was in a coma, naturally couldn't hear it.

He pursed his lips and was silent for a while, before he slowly approached her, took off his coat, and wrapped Song Wu tightly.

But Fu Wan was still very cold, very cold.

Her face became paler and paler, and after a while, her lips turned pale blue, a thin frost flower condensed on her eyelashes, and her fingers were frozen to a dark blue color, covered with a thin layer of ice.

Fu Wan's trembling became more and more serious.

Song Jing hesitated for a while, but still bent down and picked up Fu Wan, holding the person tightly in his arms.

The coldness on the girl's body passed, and he lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's white and fragile sleeping face without blinking.

I don't know how long it took for the cold poison on Fu Wan's body to finish.

As soon as she woke up, she felt the warmth around her. Perhaps because he had heat poison on his body, his body temperature was much higher than that of ordinary people, and Fu Wan's warm temperature was very comfortable.

As soon as Song Jing noticed that Fu Wan had woken up, his body stiffened - in fact, his body was originally a little stiff, but when he noticed the movement of her waking up, it stiffened very obviously.

Song Jing slowly let go of his hand and said in a low voice: "Master said cold......"

He lowered his dark and deep eyes, and his gaze fell on a strand of Fu Wan's hair in his palm.

Although Fu Wan was unconscious, he also knew that he was very cold at that time, so he said, "Thank you." ”

She could sense that she had fainted for a long time, and that he had kept it for so long. Fu Wan's heart warmed slightly, so he smiled with bent eyes, reached out and rubbed his head, "Ah Jing is so good." ”

Song Jing's Adam's apple rolled slightly, as if some emotion was suppressed by him.