Chapter 212: Unreserved
Liu Mo was drinking tea, lazy sideburns and ears, pulling through the half-scattered green silk, and knotting it together.
Suddenly, there was a strong surge in my heart.
He raised his eyes suddenly, "Not good! ”
Before he had time to change his outfit, a puff of smoke disappeared.
Liu Mo came to Juyu Mountain at the fastest speed, searched for it again, and felt that something was strange halfway up the mountain, so he hurriedly flew over.
As soon as Liu Mo landed, he saw that there was an extremely strong sword mark on the mountain, and there were several pools of blood on the ground.
He stepped forward to check the bloodstains, and suddenly a chill broke on his body, "It's a thousand enlightenment!" ”
His eyebrows frowned slightly, and after a moment of thought, a puff of white smoke dissipated, and he went straight to Qianji Mountain.
He recognized that sword qi, it was Luo Ying's Xuanji Sword!
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Qianji Mountain, Lingering Garden------
Liuxingzi took care of the wound for Chigo, and went out to dispense medicine.
After going out, he saw Long Baixu kneeling in the courtyard, shook his head helplessly, sighed, and left.
In the room, Luo Ying sat on the edge of the bed, Yan Hua stood aside, full of self-blame, "It's all my fault, I can't even look at myself!" ”
When Luo Ying heard this, she got up slowly, "How can I blame you, she is determined to go." I also tied her up, but did I really trap her? ”
He is also responsible for this matter, and he can only blame him for not thinking that Liuxian Suo didn't trap her, so how can he blame others.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Long Baixu kneeling outside the door.
This apprentice, he is really negligent in disciplining, and he has to educate him well.
But right now, he didn't want to think about how to punish him. Maybe Chigo woke up and bothered to intercede for him.
Thinking about it, he said to Long Baixu: "Don't kneel here, go and help your master dispense medicine!" ”
He didn't want to see him. Inexplicably, no matter how he looks at this apprentice now, there seems to be a fire in his heart.
"......" Long Baixu took a breath, thinking that after coming back, he would inevitably have a leather whip dipped in cold water, actually? That's it?
It seems that Tianzun still loves him very much.
However, he was also very self-reproachful in his heart, even if Tianzun didn't punish him, he couldn't be happy.
With worry and self-blame, he slowly got up and left the Lingering Garden.
He didn't go to Liuxingzi, he knew that Liuxingzi didn't need his help, but he went, and Liuxingzi would be distracted. He walked straight out of Yuchen Palace and came to the Drunken Immortal Forest where they met.
Find a crooked-necked tree and hang yourself!
Long Baixu found a crooked-necked tree and thought to himself, "Hang yourself!" ”
He threw the rope into the tree, tied a knot, and then did a somersault and hooked his foot up!
He had to think about what was going on this time.
He wants to avenge this claw for Qianwu!
Not long after, Long Baixu felt a strong aura approaching, and when he opened his eyes to look at the aura, a burst of immortal aura in the forest had arrived.
In the wind, a pink brocade yarn was left to be independent, two strands of hairband on the sideburns, a side-facing face, glanced at the hanged ghost-like dragon Baixu, and disappeared again.
---- tom tom --- tom tom -----
What kind of stunning god is this?
Long Baixu's mind was confused, and his feet relaxed------
-------boom
With a bang, the knot slammed into the ground.
"Huh~~, hi yo...... Don't be so unreserved, don't you just see a beauty and fall off. But in fact, he couldn't find any beautiful words to describe it in his heart.
There are even more handsome people than Chigo!
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Qianji Mountain, Lingering Garden-----
Luo Ying and Yan Hua saw that Qianwu was no longer in trouble, so they both retreated.
Yan Hua went to find Liuxingzi, and Luo Ying returned to Jueque Palace, at this moment, he also needed to breathe.
In the vision, he was also injured, but he did not mention it.
Inside the house, Chigo was lying on the bed, and his face was already a little bloody.
On the side of the bed, a somewhat distressed hand slowly stretched out to her face, "Why did you make yourself like this again!" ”