Ten years ago, Wang Ruojin inserted the picked wildflowers into the jade vase and placed them, and respectfully applied the cleansing trick to the motionless Zhang Zheng.

After doing everything, she stood upright on the side of the corner of the cave to refine the fourth-order middle-grade knife given by her personal disciple.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident during the refining process, and the knife suddenly lost control and accidentally scratched Zhang Zheng's face.

Seeing the blood gurgling out, soaking through the snow-blue clothes, she was so frightened that she hurriedly wiped it with her hand, and carefully applied healing powder to the wound.

After taking care of the wound, she didn't dare to refine the knife in the cave anymore, and picked up the withered wildflower that was inserted in the jade bottle before before leaving.

A strange scene appeared, the blood stained on her sleeves smeared on the dry flowers, and the dead flowers came back to life, and the shrunken and curly petals turned from yellow to red, slowly unfurling.

First incredible, then stunned, and finally frozen, frenzied surprise and longing.

……

"Senior sister, don't blame me."

Your blood can help me cultivate faster, I want to build a ninth-order spiritual platform, I don't want to be subservient to others, this is my opportunity, it is the supreme opportunity given to me by God.

Wang Ruojin stood up and looked condescendingly at Zhang Zheng, who was still unresponsive, and his tone was cold and affectionate.

"No one knows when you'll wake up, and maybe it will always be, and even then, it doesn't matter if you give me a little blood. Is it? Senior sister ......"

Yes Yes Yes ...... It's you!

Zhang Zheng listened to her unashamed and natural tone, and almost wanted to be disgusted, eager to jump out and grab her ears, roar in her ears, and then cut two cuts on her body to bleed!

But after all, it's just a matter of longing......

Zhang Zheng sighed dejectedly, no longer caring about the pretentious female cultivator, and paying attention to the gray smoke that fell back on his soul.

About a year ago, her consciousness woke up from a coma, but she was imprisoned in the divine mansion, unable to dominate her body, and it was not until the last two or three days that she was finally able to separate a small divine sense and poke out of her body.

The female cultivator named Wang Ruojin in front of her would come every few days, and every time she would cut her wrists and bleed.

In the past, it was filled with one or two bottles, but today it is directly filled with ten. Ten bottles, her whole blood will be drained, and if she puts a little more, she will be a dry corpse.

She is treating herself as a self-help blood bank, and she doesn't care about her life or death!

Zhang Zheng stared at Wang Ruojin's familiar action of bloodletting, just like cutting the neck and bleeding when killing a chicken, the immortals and demons are all in one thought, and the mistake is wrong, she has fallen, walking on the dangerous abyss, and will be swallowed by the abyss at any time.

Wang Ruojin knew her secret and realized this, Zhang Zheng gradually brewed killing intent in his heart, which became stronger and more determined, especially after today.

Wang Ruojin has embarked on a wrong path, ignoring human life and lust for profit, and she will eventually pay the price.

Another wisp of gray smoke was refined and transformed into a snow-white mist, which blended with the original white mass and became one.

There was only a little left, looking at the few wisps of gray faintly mixed in the white mass with a big head, Zhang Zheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and she could immediately regain control of her body.

The bamboo-colored figure left the cave, looked back at the cave that was covered by weeds, and slowly walked away with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

In the cave, the aura began to swim again, surrounding Zhang Zheng, continuously burrowing into her body, running along the meridians for a week before merging into the dantian jasper.

The bright red flowers are half hidden and half hidden under the dark pearl light, half bright red, half dark red, faintly revealing two points of treachery.

In contrast to the bright red flowers, the face of the woman sitting cross-legged showed a sickly pale, and there was no trace of blood on the thin lips that should be ruddy, and the pale was mixed with a faint black blue, like a dead face.

……

Half a year is fleeting.

"Click-"

With a soft sound of twisting the joints that had not moved for a long time, Zhang Zheng patted the gray clothes, looking light and happy.

It's a realism that hasn't been seen in a long time!

Zhang Zheng took a deep breath, and the tip of his nose seemed to linger with the fragrant fragrance of flowers and plants outside the cave, full of vitality and quite gratifying.

At a glance, he fell to the stone table, and the jade vase withered and rotted to a cluster of wildflowers with only a lonely dry branch remained.

That shameless nun ......

Zhang Zheng pursed her lips, if she finds an opportunity, she must be allowed to enjoy the retribution she deserves.

Picking up a few dry branches, Zhang Zheng strode out of the cave, the long wind and grass green, all kinds of birds, beasts and insects, lively and peaceful and harmonious.

I found a random spot, inserted the dry branch into the soil, and gently stroked the dry branch with my hand.

As soon as his mind moved, his palms turned into springs, and milky white vitality bubbled out like spring water, lingering around the bare dry branches and soaking into the dry branches.

The decaying black and yellow gradually replaced by the emerald green green, the grass blades drilled out of it, stretching the light green leaves, the leaf veins and meridians were clearly visible, and a little pink bud trembled and bloomed, swallowing the aura of heaven and earth, standing against the wind.

The eyebrows and eyes are bent, the slender fingers are lightly raised, the rain clouds as small as the size of a palm accumulate, and the ethereal rain gargles and falls, like a sprinkled mist, watering the fragile life that has just been born, and washing the dust with coolness.

The smile in his eyes suddenly converged, and Zhang Zheng released his divine sense to explore.

The bamboo-blue figure under the mountain is hurrying here, isn't it Wang Ruojin who has been absent for half a year, and his cultivation is still in the Qi training period.

Zhang Zheng rolled his eyes slightly, his body shook, and he sat back on the futon, his posture was the same as in the past ten years, and he waved his hand to cast a trick on the now empty jade bottle.

She wants to have a good life, why is this Wang Ruojin here this time, could it be that the foundation built by thousands of preparations was not successful, and she came to complain about her?

The ban was opened, Wang Ruojin stepped into the cave with a low pressure, and went straight to where Zhang Zheng was, even the jade bottle on the table, she didn't give half a look.

Her face was full of depression, she looked down at Zhang Zheng who was sitting cross-legged, and gritted her teeth and hated: "Why! Why! Why didn't I build the foundation? ”

The muscles of his face twitched, his eyes wandered, and he was wary and fearful, showing signs of enchantment.

The sharp knife was against Zhang Zheng's wrist, and she muttered to herself: "It must be not enough, it must be not enough." ”

"Is there really not enough blood?"

Zhang Zheng's eyes suddenly opened, and he floated softly.

Wang Ruojin didn't hear it, the knife pierced the skin, blood oozed out, and her lips trembled, "It's just not enough, it's not enough ......"

"Smack-"

The knife was slammed into the air, cutting through Wang Ruojin's arm, bringing out a trace of splattered blood, hitting the stone wall, and falling to the ground with a snap.

Wang Ruojin felt the tingling pain in her arm, and hurriedly reached out to cover the bleeding wound, staring at Zhang Zheng's eyes deep and cold.

The long sword was unsheathed, and she held the sword with a frenzied face and slashed at Zhang Zheng, the swordsmanship was disorderly and full of loopholes.

Looking at her crazy and distorted expression, Zhang Zheng's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, and with a light hand, the thick vines broke the attacking long sword and bound Wang Ruojin to death.

"You! It's all you! It has to be you! You have done things in your blood, you want to harm me, you want to hurt me! ”

Wang Ruojin roared heartbreakingly, her body kept struggling, even though the spikes on the vines pierced into the flesh and skin, as if she had no pain.