"What?"

The masked man suddenly realized that the person in front of him was actually becoming transparent!

"Young man, as I said, value your life. If you want revenge, the immortal will accompany you at any time, it's a pity"

Su Li's entity appeared behind the panicked man.

"Now you are too weak, so you can only hate this."

The folding fan opened, and the blade-like silk silk exercised by Zhong Lingqi mercilessly slashed through the masked man's neck.

Although it did not touch the skin, the ink was not stained with blood, and even the eyes of the attackers were still dripping.

However, at the moment when Su Li retreated and left.

"Poof"

A head flew out.

The red liquid spread out in all directions, and the splatters of destruction stained the tranquility of the mountain village.

"Su Li!"

This was the first time that the immortal had heard the Dao Master call him by name.

"You're here? I thought you didn't know what my name was."

Because of the use of glazed jade, the man in blue reverted to the luxurious image of white silk decorated with countless star fragments and strung together with the heart of the ocean.

"Why kill people?"

Yuan Wuzheng's tone didn't blame, he just wanted to figure out the cause and effect of the matter.

However, for Su Li, who had just been attacked by someone, and because Zhong Lingqi and Dirty Qi collided in his body, he could only force the pain and barely stand firm

You didn't even care about me in the first place, and asked me why I killed people?

Why, after all this going on, you still have doubts about my nature?

Cultivators spend most of their daily time absorbing spiritual energy and contemplating the laws.

I thought that after more than a year of getting along day and night, even if you didn't have feelings similar to liking for me, you at least regarded the immortals as friends, right?

The slap in the face of ridiculous reality always comes quickly and can't be avoided.

"Kill if you want, it doesn't matter, why bother."

The corners of Su Li's eyes were full of wind and coldness.

That was the temperament that Yuan Wuzheng had never seen in him.

It's as if the puppet of the past who took bones from his own body to make musical instruments just to please his master has reappeared.

"You"

Why don't you just give it a tap and wait for me to come back and solve it?

But before the rest of the words were finished, I saw that the immortal's face turned sharply, pale as paper, and even the soft and smooth luster of the glazed jade body became dim.

"Not good!"

Yuan Wuzheng hurriedly turned into light and teleported, borrowing Su Li's body that fell down from the sky.

The pace used by the Taoist chief is very peculiar, and I don't know who designed it, but it is full of the dreamy feeling in idol dramas.

When he locked the immortal firmly in his arms and the two of them landed together, the natural flow of power actually made the body slowly rotate, and the clothes also flew up.

"How are you?"

Knowing that Su Li's body was prone to problems in the mundane, the panic in Yuan Wuzheng's heart at this moment was far beyond his imagination.

Even, the Taoist chief didn't notice that his emotions were already messed up.

"Also...... OK. ”

A sweet feeling welled up in his throat, and Su Li quickly closed his lips to prevent the liquid from sliding down the corners of his mouth.

"I'll help you heal your wounds."

Yuan Wuzheng didn't bring anyone into the house, and the two sat down on a big rock.

After the Taoist straightened the immortal, he let the weak man in blue half-lean in his arms.

His hand was on Su Li's back and slowly injected his true qi.

And right now.

An inexplicable and familiar force connected the bodies and souls of the two.

It's a dream**!

But isn't it over?