Xia Han woke up from freezing.

She winced in a daze, frowned at the turquoise flames, and closed her eyes again. Just when Xia Han changed his posture and was about to cover the other side of his body, the pair of eyes full of fog and sleepiness fell on the white-haired man opposite; The woman coughed lightly twice, and when the man came back to his senses, he heard Xia Han ask softly, "Are you dreaming again?"

The Black Witch shook his head, "I rarely sleep in Chaos. ”

"Why?"

“...... Here, it's easier to dream about those. ”

Xia Han's eyes were a little worried: "How long do you stay here at a time?" The black witch pursed his lips, and his tone was full of resistance: "Three or five days." The man was obviously reluctant to continue the topic, Xia Han sighed softly: "This kind of place doesn't rest for three or five days, how can the body bear it......" She thought that the black witch would not answer, but the man said unexpectedly: "There is an elixir." He glanced at Xia Han, as if asking, and as if he was confirming, Xia Han found that he had basically recovered, and even the wounds had scabbed and healed, except that he still felt a little tired, and he didn't look like he was out of strength when he first came in.

"I didn't expect you to be so good at practicing pills. The woman in Tsing Yi smiled. The black witch's expression softened a little, but he still lowered his eyes and didn't look at her: "It seems that everyone in the world knows that I am very good at Gu practice." There was some self-deprecation in his words, and he sounded a little complacent inexplicably, Xia Han raised his eyebrows, held his cheeks and thought about it carefully, and nodded: "Indeed." Since I was a child, I have heard that a black witch can slaughter a village with one Gu flute, and ten Gu worms can slaughter a city. The reputation passed down by your master, you didn't smash the signboard, and every year monks and civilians die at your hands. ”

The black witch didn't speak, looking at her with dark purple eyes, Xia Han clearly saw a bit of sarcasm: "Being saved by me, Miss Xia is quite unwilling." ”

"Sir, that's a mistake. The beauty in green clothes smiled: "You saved me, hated my way, I am grateful to you, but I don't appreciate your way." The avenue has a share with the ego, don't speculate. ”

As soon as this gentleman spoke, the black witch's eyes flashed, and his expression was surprised for a moment, but the emotion was only a flash, and Xia Han didn't notice it. The man dusted off the non-existent ash on his sleeve, lowered his eyes, and said, "If I violate your avenue, you will still raise your sword against me, even if you have a point, but in fact you have no point." He said it too calmly, which made Xia Han's heart ache, but she still nodded: "What Mr. said is that I was clever." ”

She thought that saying this would make this person feel a little better, but she didn't expect that he didn't need it at all.

Looking at him carefully, from the silver hair to the pale fingertips exposed in the sleeves, from the dark purple eyes to his dark robe, he was like a soul who had drunk Meng Po soup, no memory, no seven emotions and six desires, no joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and occasionally a little expression of emotion, all of which were repressed back by him indifferently and rigidly...... He didn't feel like a human at all.

Such a sentence popped up in his heart, Xia Han smiled dumbly: I am here again, what do people look like, and what does it have to do with you? Even though she faintly heard a voice saying that it had something to do with it, the woman in Tsing Yi still sighed softly.

Seeing the black witch looking at him faintly, Xia Han smiled slightly: "I thought of a word." She gently stroked the emerald gem on the Qinghua sword, and her voice was soft and low: "Zifei knows the joy of fish." ”

The white-haired man frowned slightly, and he didn't know if he didn't understand or felt inexplicable. Sleepiness hit, Xia Han just closed his eyes, and he sneezed unexpectedly: "Ah Jiu!" She touched her nose and just wanted to laugh, but it turned out to be two sneezes in a row. The black witch seemed to sigh, took off his black robe and threw it over, Xia Han subconsciously took it, and saw the man curled up next to the turquoise flame, closing his eyes.

After hesitating for a second, the curious Qinglian Immortal asked, not afraid of death, "That dream you had...... Is it a nightmare?"

The black witch was stunned for a moment, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and slowly shook his head: "Some fragments." Seeing that Xia Han was still talking, he frowned impatiently: "Return the clothes to me if you don't sleep." Xia Han hurriedly wrapped the black robe on his body, for fear that this person would change his mind and come over to rob him, so he fell asleep against the rock wall. She was indeed tired, and in a short time she fell asleep, and her shallow breathing could be heard in the silent cavern. In the middle of the night, the white-haired man who was about to sleep opened his eyes again, and his gaze looked at the sleeping woman in Tsing Yi with a hint of confusion, as he had just done.

For the dark witch, it makes no difference whether he sleeps or not, it's just the difference between looking at her in a dream or looking at her directly.

He wanted to ask Xia Han why he called him Mr., but he was afraid to ask, so the word entanglement tied himself first. He rejects this inexplicable feeling, but he always subconsciously surrenders, if he can, he also wants to watch her being eaten by gluttony, but he can't.

Obviously, they are two people who have never been entangled, but they have a sense of fate that travels through the world, they want to treat her well, want to see her well, they will be happy when they see her, and after they are happy, they will have a pain, like a person who is short of water eats sour plums, and he is unbearable if he does not eat thirst, and he eats sour teeth.

That's it. The Dark Witch thought so and closed his eyes.

Chaos somewhere.

The desert gray clouds are scattered with the wind, and the thunder is far away, like a Buddha Hong bell. The snow and the new plum are not the same red, ascending to the heights, mediocre, mustard sentient beings.

Smack. Smack. The sound of light and slow footsteps was particularly piercing in the silence, and all the spirits looked at the five-meter-high corpse mountain, holding their breath in shock and fear. Finally, the blood-red figure stood on the top, she didn't look at the spirits below, she just looked up into the distance, smiled, and made a Buddha salute: "Nan Wu Amitabha." ”

Jun Luo straightened up, looked at the ants who seemed to be still, and the smile on the corner of his lips was cold and sarcastic: "Who is on it?"

A shocking dragon roar came from the silver-blue long sword in her hand, and the woman looked at the few ghosts who were directly stunned, and sneered disdainfully. The other spirits came back to their senses, looked at each other, and then chose to retreat at the same time! The person on the corpse mountain was a terrible ghost from hell, a killing god from heaven, she was obviously dressed in white when she came, but now she was dyed blood red; there were many outstanding people who had survived in the chaos for thousands of years under her feet, but now, this land had not yet absorbed the corpses that died under her sword.

She is death.

Seeing that his front was empty, and he couldn't see a few ghosts, Jun Luo sneered in his heart, and the Longquan sword in his hand was fiercely inserted into the corpse under his feet, and he sat down cross-legged. She knew that there must still be undead staring at her, and now was not the time to relax, it was a pity that she didn't bring enough wine......

The woman in red smiled and flipped her wrist, and a wine gourd appeared in her hand, she had just done this, killing one and drinking a sip of wine, and the group attacked and killed while drinking, so that as soon as she raised her hand to make a gesture of drinking, she felt several waves of fear. Wiping the blood on his lips, Jun Luo smiled and shook his head: These spirits are really easy to deceive, I'm afraid that if I haven't stayed in the chaos for a long time, my brain will not be good.

Thinking so in her heart, the woman tilted her head, pinched the bone joints and clicked, and said seemingly inadvertently: "Those who are not leaving, are they going to stay here forever?"

The surroundings were quiet, Jun Luo counted silently in his heart, walked three, and there was one left. She didn't know why she could feel the fear of others when she entered here, but it was clear that this sudden ability had helped her a lot. Gently flicked the Longquan sword, the sword body let out a buzz, Jun Luoqiang held back a mouthful of blood to his mouth, and said lightly: "Since you don't leave, then come and have a drink." ”

There was a clear sound of footsteps behind him, Jun Luo got up suddenly, pulled up Longquan with one hand, and threw the wine gourd in his hand at the man; the man who came with his fingers pinched the lancet rushed out of the gourd, and the other hand caught the flowering wine gourd, only to see him smile, the lancet instantly turned into powder, and the wine gourd returned to its original state in his hand.

The man in black armor raised his head slightly, looked at the woman in red clothes who was hunting and flying in the wind, and squinted his eyes: "You really surprise me." ”

Jun Luo looked at the handsome and somewhat evil face and frowned, a trace of trance flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen it somewhere, as if he couldn't help but want to punch it when he saw this face...... She raised her eyebrows: "I heard that there is a kind of person, you can know at a glance, you prefer to see him die." ”

The man didn't seem to mind much, just picked up the wine gourd and took a sip, smelling the mellow aroma of wine, Jun Luo's expression management seemed to be out of control, she gritted her teeth and looked at the man's unbeaten appearance, trying to maintain the last trace of reason: "You are neither a demon nor a demon, no human or a ghost, I guess you are the god general of the heavenly court, right?"

"Well, if the brain is not broken, it can be saved. The man nodded in satisfaction.

Junluo: "......"

When the woman in red raised her sword and was about to rush up, the man raised a hand quite considerately, as if he was teasing a cat, he winked at Jun Luo gently, and then pointed five fingers - "Peng!"

Blood almost splashed out of Jun Luo's body, and all her wounds, those that healed and those that did not heal, were shattered by this blow, and the whole person fell straight down like a rag doll, but she did not fall to the ground, but floated in the air, and even the blood beside her stopped at that moment, only the man was walking towards her step by step.

"Reckless, die to save face, flashy. You really haven't forgotten any of these shortcomings. The man took a sip of wine and said. With a wave of his hand, all the blood around his body returned to Jun Luo's body along the trajectory, the latter did not know what he was going to do, but she could only let others slaughter him, and second, although she hated this person in her heart, she trusted him very much. The man burped, seemed to be a little drunk, threw the wine gourd, slapped his hands, Jun Luo only felt that the wounds on his body were healing rapidly-"I really didn't expect that you could toss yourself into chaos in the mortal world, if it weren't for me happening next to the book of cause and effect, you would have completely explained that you are here to be gluttonous." ”

What is this man talking about? Jun Luo looked puzzled, like looking at a fool. The man may have really drunk too much, turned on the chatter mode, and looked at her arm knocking on her knee, complaining and babbling, but Jun Luo didn't hear a word. I don't know how long it was, the man let out a long sigh, and the movement of wiping the blood from her face was light and gentle, and although his voice was soft, it was full of pride:

"A husband is a close to ten thousand people, this, you are like me, even better than me. ”

Resisting the urge to hug her, the man sighed heavily and turned around. Finding that the man was leaving, and that he had fully recovered, Jun Luo stopped him: "Wait a minute!

The man was stunned for a moment, smiled wildly, and raised his right hand: "I am the left protector of Nuwa Palace, the head of the three great war gods of Heavenly Court, and the beetle snake is also." ”

With a crisp snap of his fingers, Jun Luo raised his head suddenly, only to see that the gray clouds were indifferent, and he was sitting on the corpse mountain, with the Longquan Sword beside him, as if nothing had happened except for the fully recovered body.

"What's that man's name......