He lowered his eyelashes and deliberately didn't look at Xiao Er, and said gloomily and fragily: "I'm sorry, I was just angry with some family matters, so I took my temper out on these dead things, let's discuss this compensation issue." ”

Xiao Er hesitated for a moment, sympathizing with Ke Changqing's flaws in appearance, and feeling guilty about his own suspicions, and hurriedly stumbled: "Okay...... Good! ”

Ke Changqing's hands clenched tighter and tighter, the hairs on his back stood up, and he quietly watched Xiao Er approach him step by step.

Someone roared wildly in his head: Kill him! Kill him!

No......

Can't kill......

Pure dust will be angry......

No, no.

It was as if the two of them were arguing in his mind, and the crazy emotions were like a lit fire, burning more and more, even if Ke Changqing tried his best to stop it, he was still swallowed by blood.

He swallowed with a grunt in his throat, long black eyelashes obscuring the strange red light under his eyes.

Xiao Er walked up to him, opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, but saw Ke Changqing suddenly raise his head, and his mind was blank for a moment by those paranoid and crazy eyes.

In just that moment, he was suddenly choked by Ke Changqing's neck, the other party's strength was amazingly great, and his bruised arm pinched him almost suffocating, his face was purple, and his eyes were slightly bulging.

But contrary to Ke Changqing's fierce movements, his expression was a struggle, a timidity......

……

Wen Xi'en did not distinguish between day and night, and it took only three days to finally synthesize the Ten Flavor Medicinal Herbs into One Flavor Pill.

At that moment, Wen Xien showed a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time.

On the way to the inn, Wen Xien flinched and hesitated a little, the pill came out, but how to let Ke Changqing eat it.

It is impossible to run directly in front of Ke Changqing and bluntly let him eat it.

Relieving the joy in his heart, Wen Xien stared at the pill in his hand and decided that it would be better to go back at night.

It's night.

The moonlight is like a waterfall, and the water vapor in the bamboo forest is thick. Wen Xien, who was dressed in a moon-white thin shirt, sat cross-legged on a cold pool, with cold eyebrows and a noble temperament, like a god in the water.

However, the image of this moment was broken in the next second.

The itch in her throat made it impossible for Wen Xien to maintain her apparent calm, and she covered her mouth and suppressed a muffled cough.

After a while, Wen Xien lowered his eyes and saw that his palms were bloody.

At the moment when the Buddha bead was broken, Wen Xien's cultivation was greatly damaged, and it also required spiritual power to boil the ten flavors of medicinal materials into pills, Wen Xien could only grit his teeth with thin spiritual power and persist for three days, if he changed to the past, he could succeed in one day.

In desperation, Wen Xien had no choice but to come to a place with a strong aura to heal his wounds.

Wen Xien changed his clothes, and the monk's pale face was bloodless in the candlelight.

The night is dark.

Wen Xien listened to the steady breathing of the people in the guest room outside the door, and knew that the people inside were asleep.

Quietly pushed the door open, then walked in softly, and closed the door again, without making a sound in the process.

A shadow protruded from the bed, and Wen Xien walked over gently.

The windows in the guest room were closed, and it was pitch black inside, and Wen Xien paid attention to the things next to him, for fear of accidentally making a noise.

Walking to the side of the bed, Wen Xien didn't dare to stuff the pill directly into his mouth, and hung the pill on his forehead, and with a faint flash of golden light, the pill disappeared and had melted into Ke Changqing's body.

The scar on Ke Changqing's face will be fine tomorrow, and Wen Xien breathed a sigh of relief.

The terrifying scar was on the left, and Ke Changqing was lying flat, so Wen Xien didn't notice that the scar on his face was long gone.

Probably because of the injuries on his body, Wen Xien was not as alert as before, and he did not notice that this inn was as quiet as a dead tomb.

Wen Xien didn't want to stay here longer, turned around and was about to leave, the tip of his nose moved, and he smelled a strong bloody breath, which came from the direction of Ke Changqing, which made people a little disgusting.

The body stiffened, and the monk didn't know what to think of, and his pupils constricted.

The confined window was suddenly opened, and the moonlight shone in, adding to the coolness.

"Dust purification...... Why don't you dare to look back at me, are you afraid to see my face? ”

The low-pitched magnetic voice sounded slowly, with a smile and intimacy, as if it was extremely confused.

Wen Xien turned around, his pale pupils shrinking into a line.

Ke Changqing, who was dressed in blood-red clothes, walked in slowly, his black hair was lazily scattered on his body, and a delicate saber hung from his waist, which was inlaid with jewels and gems like a noblewoman's treasure.

His hand grasped a black cloth bag, and viscous blood dripped from it, and it fell dark red with Ke Changqing's steps.

Wen Xien felt a little embarrassed in her heart, but she covered it up well and didn't show it at all. At least in Ke Changqing's eyes, that person was still indifferent.

Wen Xien was almost incredulous, and the person in front of him was Ke Changqing.

That pure and harmless soul had long been polluted and filthy and smelled of foul odor.

His eyes glowed red, and his eyebrows were full of sinister energy.

The blood was still there, so Ke Changqing didn't sleep from the beginning, but was slaughtering, but he just felt Wen Xien's breath, so he pretended to be asleep.

The thick smell of blood made Wen Xi'en dizzy.

"Changqing...... Sure enough, sure enough, I ......"

You shouldn't be soft-hearted.

For the first time, the monk showed a more fragile expression, her eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and the breezy and moon-like figure was so beautiful even if she was sad and sad, which made people just want to bully her even more.

Ke Changqing slowly knelt down, his head full of green silk was all scattered at his feet, and the red robe bloomed on the ground with big flowers as gorgeous as blood.

Ke Changqing raised his head, his increasingly red and shocking eyes turned around, and he looked straight at Wen Xien.

Wen Xien's heart trembled for a moment, and then unconsciously took a step back.

Ke Changqing pounced violently, and a clear light poured out of his sleeve with a cyan blade.

He came to Wen Xi'en almost instantly, and he could almost see Wen Xi'an's pale and cold face reflected in his blood-pure eyes.

Ke Changqing grinned, "Jingchen, you forced me to become like this." ”

Wen Xien, who had always been on guard against this humanoid murder weapon, instantly opened the internal force that the system stuffed into him, and the moment he suppressed Ke Changqing, he grabbed a thin blade with the hand hidden in his sleeve robe, and the blade instantly pierced Ke Changqing's chest.

Then pierce.

"The demon is really still a demon, how can the poor monk treat you as a fool!" Wen Xien's voice was low and hoarse, and his fingers trembled violently.

Because of a thought, the goblin was released, and the whole inn came to accompany the funeral.

(End of chapter)