"So what do we do now?" Leng Erdao frowned and asked.

"Into the line. Lend me a drop of your blood. The paper man waved his paper hand as he spoke, and a sword qi slashed through the back of Leng Erdao's hand, cutting a shallow opening, and blood soaked out of the fine blood vessels, and then the paper man waved his paper hand again, and a gust of wind blew, blowing a drop of blood on the back of Leng Erdao's hand that was about to fall to the position of the black charcoal.

According to Leng Erdao's cultivation, it is impossible to let others cut a hole in him, but he will not fight back, but Ji Xuan'er said that it was borrowed, and it was to save Wen Yixian, so he didn't resist at all, and just let a paper man hurt him.

At this moment, he came to his senses a little, why borrow his blood? Could it be that Ji Xuan'er knows something about his true identity? But why hasn't he been demolishing him? Leng Erdao couldn't help but stare at Ji Xuan'er for a long time.

In the vast white forest, the silence was terrifying, and no other sound could be heard except the whirring wind.

Ji Xuan'er, the paper man, found that Leng Erdao had been staring at him, and said, "Why do you stare at me with such an expression, do you look like I am now, as if I can bleed?" ”

Leng Erdao heard him say this, tilted his head slightly, seemed to think for a while, and said, "How does Senior Brother Xuan'er know that my blood can open the evil suppression array again?" ”

Even though he was forced to be questioned, it was as if the person himself was saying, "I know that you already know, and since you already know, you don't have to pretend that you don't know, just let me know that you already know." However, as if he was too lazy to debunk it, he said: "Some people are born with red blood but have a black heart, and some people have a red heart although they have black blood, I think no matter what color the blood is, as long as the heart is red."

The answer is not what is asked, but it means something.

Leng Erdao knew that he was just implying that as long as he didn't do anything hurtful, he could tolerate him. I suddenly felt funny in my heart, when did the disciples of Wuji Palace be able to be so generous?

Maybe the person in front of him is really a person who is outside the column, regardless of his background, only about cause and effect, has a true heart of fairness and justice, and can treat all living beings in the world equally, or perhaps, he just wants a ready-made helper, and he knows that he will go with him to save Wen Yixian.

Since people are unwilling to break it, why should he, a demon, insist on being a demon. So, he turned his face away, no longer stared at Ji Xuan'er, only looked at the place that was originally burned into black charcoal, and waited silently.

Suddenly, Leng Erdao felt that the clothes on his chest were being pulled, and when he looked down, it was Ji Xuan'er, a paper man, who was putting it into the placket on his chest, which made his mind mess up for a moment, he had never been so light, let alone a man, the arrogance that originally belonged to his bones suddenly flareed up, and he scolded loudly: "What are you going to do!" ”

Ji Xuan'er didn't even bother to lift his paper, and continued to put it on Leng Erdao's chest, while explaining in an afterthought: "Look at me like this, can I withstand the wind and snow?" If the tornado of the Evil Suppression Array squeezes me to pieces, are you sure you can rescue her alone? ”

Leng Erdao was silent, and he could only continue to do disrespectful things by the person who was disrespectful to him.

After a while, he felt a little cold on his chest, and Ji Xuan'er, a piece of paper, was hiding against his body, which inevitably made Leng Erdao's heart have a twisted thought, as if he was stuck with another man's chest, this man is still Ji Xuan'er.