He Jun was sluggish.

Lin Yifeng was sluggish.

Only the baboon, when he saw this woman, instantly fell into madness and threw himself at this woman like crazy.

He Jun didn't know where the strength came from, so he bounced up and hit the baboon's body directly, but in his current state, if he wanted to shake the baboon's momentum, it was tantamount to a fool's dream.

Seeing this scene, the girl in white couldn't help but laugh again, is this the human race?

He Jun was obviously injured, and he looked extremely serious, and he didn't even have the strength to act, and he still had to protect himself desperately when he saw his kind. She couldn't help but think of the demon clan in southern Xinjiang, under the oppression of tens of thousands of years, the living environment and the survival of the race, in order to improve the strength, the society that did everything to do it.

She was suddenly very happy, and she also felt that He Jun, who was scorched black and filthy at this time, was a little cute, and his fingers were faintly hooked in his sleeves, and immediately the baboon stopped moving, stayed in place, and then seemed to hear some call, and turned around and went directly into the dense forest.

The girl stepped forward, helped He Jun up, and said with a chuckle: "What a disaster you have encountered, you have all made this appearance." ”

"This Picture ......"

"Appearance ......"

"Appearance ......"

In such close contact, there was a faint fragrance on the girl's body that penetrated into He Jun's nasal cavity, he inhaled a trace unconsciously, and immediately the whole person was groggy, feeling that at this moment, it was like a dream, real and illusory, but he was intoxicated and didn't want to wake up.

This girl who claims to be Wang Qingqing, dressed in white, from the very end of the hair on the top of her head to the ground touched by the soles of her feet, she is so noble and elegant, like a fairy descending from heaven, the style of her clothes is simple, but she outlines the most perfect figure, and her exposed hands are like two pieces of warm jade, and even the air around her is lingering several times when passing her.

And that face, He Jun can't see it really, or he himself doesn't want to see it, hazy, the kind of beauty that shouldn't exist in the world can be worthy of this girl.

So much so that when this girl helped He Jun up, He Jun's blood surged, and two bright red swelled out of his nasal cavity.

He Jun has been living on the streets since he was a child, and all his life before the catastrophe has only been interpreted in one word or two: down. He has never had much contact with beautiful women, even women, so that the standard of beauty in his heart is simply low to an outrageous level.

What's more, this girl at this time is herself a national beauty, and even God favors her.

This is like, a big man who has eaten the dregs of his life, after being hungry for a long time, suddenly appeared in front of him a whole table of Manchu and Han people, and he didn't even have the idea of moving his mouth at this time, and he would die happily directly.

Lin Yifeng is also a handsome son after all, he came back to his senses at this time, and saw He Jun's dirty body fall into the arms of the girl in white at a glance, and his eyes immediately straightened, even if his heart was as free and uninhibited as him, it was also in an instant, from his eyes, a flame called envy and jealousy was projected from his eyes.

Then he immediately thought that this was He Jun, this was his junior brother.

Then, in an instant, he felt a huge shame sweeping over him, and hurriedly looked his eyes away, but the girl in white took out a handkerchief from the placket of her clothes, wiped away He Jun's nosebleed, and regardless of He Jun's soiling of her clothes, she still smiled gently and said, "Are you all together?"

"Together, just kidding, I don't know him at all!" Lin Yifeng heard this, and as soon as he turned around, he immediately saw that after He Jun smelled the fragrance of the handkerchief, two thick nosebleeds actually shot out directly from his nose.

But after all, his nature is pure, even if He Jun is so unbearable, he only slanders in his heart, but he says: "He is my junior brother, his name is He Jun, and my name is Lin Yifeng." “

"He has shed so much blood, do you have any healing elixir?" Wang Qingqing was really anxious, she did have pills on her, but they were all suitable for the physique of the demon clan, if she fed it to He Jun, she was really afraid of blowing him up.

"Flow, flow can't kill him!" Lin Yifeng roared in his heart, but he made a gentle smile like a gentleman on his face, and said softly: "Don't get in the way, my junior brother has had this problem since he was a child, and it will be fine if he flows for a while, and the more he flows, the healthier he becomes." ”

Wang Qingqing listened to the words and did not doubt him, among the demon clan, there is a desperate demon body, which needs to be constantly injured and bleeding or even self-harm to improve his strength, which is an extremely rare system, I didn't expect it to be in the human race, could it be that He Jun has a trace of demon blood?

Up to now, Wang Qingqing has forgotten the first task of this coming, but perhaps in her heart, it is difficult to say clearly whether there is a task or not.

She looked down at He Jun, at this time He Jun had stopped the nosebleed, his breathing was extremely steady, and a quiet and peaceful breath spread, making people feel that they could calm down.

He Jun actually fell asleep in her arms.

This is different from the cold bed board of a person in the past, nor is it the weird dream full of red when the end is lifted.

This time in his sleep, He Jun was extremely peaceful, forgetting everything, even survival and strength, and many things were forgotten invisibly.

Compared with He Jun's past, I have to say that this sleep can be regarded as the first real sleep in his life, whether it is the pressure that exists all the time, or the tense nerves, in this sleep, it has been greatly relieved, and even returned to the previous state.

When Lin Yifeng saw this scene, he finally couldn't help but smile awkwardly, and said apologetically: "Miss Wang, I'm sorry, my junior brother ......."

"Shh......h

Wang Qingqing put a finger in front of her mouth and made a silent gesture.

She looked at He Jun and couldn't imagine that he was sleeping so sweetly and peacefully in the arms of a person she saw for the first time, which was a kind of trust in the world and trust in himself.

Wang Qingqing has never felt this kind of trust in her life, whether it is from her father or from other brothers and sisters.

So she wanted to escape, to escape from that world, to escape from the ancient hatred between humans and demons, to escape from all the rigid worlds.

So at this moment, looking at He Jun sleeping in her arms, she seemed to see hope and the world she had been looking for.

However, no matter what, he is a human and he is a demon.

After such a long time, presumably the baboon has fled back, and it won't be long before a large number of demon clans will come to chase and kill the two, even if he is reluctant to give up at this time, he has to speak out first to break this tranquility.

"What is the goal of your trip?"

"Qingyun Sect 70,000 miles away. ”

"Qingyun Sect?" Wang Qingqing frowned, it was already the border of the Southern Frontier, and it was the first line of defense of the Terrans, more precisely, it was set up by the Terrans for the Demon Clan...... The first fence.

It is conceivable that if a demon clan appears there, it will face a similar situation.

However, she only hesitated for a moment, and didn't even move, for fear of disturbing He Jun, and a piece of white water chestnut floated out from behind her.

She didn't use the scales.

However, this Lingman obviously has the same effect, after being used, it grew up in the wind, and after a while, it was already the size of a table, she held He Jun, floated up gently, and then said to Lin Yifeng in a blink of an eye: "If you don't come up yet, when will you stay?"

Lin Yifeng hurriedly went up, but he was shocked in his heart, he was a monk in the late stage of foundation building, but when this Wang Qingqing was using the magic weapon, he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation, and this piece of diamond man, the treasure was shining, and it was obviously not an ordinary thing.

Could it be that this is actually a senior master of the Jindan period?

Thinking of this, Lin Yifeng immediately became a little apprehensive, although he was open-minded by nature, but it was the first time he had seen the predecessors of the Jindan period, and he didn't know what to say or not to say, so he simply closed his eyes and sat cross-legged.

Anyway, looking at this senior's look of being interesting to He Jun, he must not be doing anything to himself.

Lin Yifeng had just done it, and this piece of water chestnut immediately moved, and in an instant, the surrounding scenery was connected into silk threads from bit by bit, and after looking at it for a long time, with Lin Yifeng's cultivation in the later stage of foundation building, there was a faint feeling of vomiting.

"What kind of speed is this!" Lin Yifeng was shocked, and saw that the senior had been looking down at He Jun, obviously looking like he hadn't done his best. It's just a distraction, and he's still under protection, he can't stand it anymore, is this really Jindan's predecessor?

Vaguely, an incredible thought jumped into Lin Yifeng's head.

That's ...... Meta Infancy!

Wang Qingqing heard Lin Yifeng's breathing suddenly shortened, and then immediately retracted, even his heartbeat was not as comfortable as before, and secretly said that no matter whether the shemale is like this or not, his nature is hypocritical, but he doesn't know what kind of performance He Jun will be like after waking up.

Faintly, Wang Qingqing didn't dare to wait for He Jun to wake up.

She was afraid that everything she was expecting would end up being nothing more than a dream.

Eight thousand miles outside the Qingyun Sect, on a towering mountain, there was an old man who was covered in dirt and patches on his clothes sitting on the top of the mountain, and with his breathing, the clouds and mist coiled on the top of the mountain continued to condense and disperse, as if he was cultivating some kind of divine skill.

Suddenly, his movements froze, and then he opened his eyes and looked in the direction where He Jun and the others were coming, and said in a low voice: "What a powerful demonic aura, just for the old man's newly practiced spell practice!"