Li Jiujiu was silent for a moment, and said: "It's okay, this sword is weird, if you encounter a strong enemy crisis, you can use this sword to resist a strong enemy, and at a critical moment, maybe it can save your life." ”

"Hmm. ”

"Okay, I'll go first, you have to take care. ”

"Well, take care too. Brian looked up at the beautiful woman and waved his arm.

Li Jiujiu pursed her lips, didn't say anything more, slowly urged the spiritual power in her body, and the seven-star sword under her feet rose obliquely with her figure.

Immediately, the sword light swept into the distant sky, turning into meteor-like light.

The sword, the woman, vanished into the distant sky.

In the mountains and forests, he was finally the only one left.

It's night, and everything is quiet.

Brian seemed to be back in that purple and gold coffin, thousands of years, alone, alone.

The cold mountain wind blew on his body, lifting the blue and white robe, and the cold wind poured into his clothes, but he couldn't feel a trace of cold.

However, it was this that made him feel cold all over his body, and made him realize again that he was no longer a human being.

Loneliness, panic, sadness, and other negative emotions only emerge when you are alone, just like the silt that lies at the bottom of a seemingly clear river.

Only he can deeply appreciate his truest side.

Brian smiled helplessly, presumably he must have been a cowardly and incompetent person when he was alive.

I kept saying that I wouldn't go back to the sect with others, but as soon as the front foot left, I was sad here, which was really useless.

The Qiushui Sword that gave Li Jiujiu to him was pinned to his waist in a decent way, and suddenly remembered her words, and subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue and touched the fangs on both sides.

Is it really like a tiger tooth?

Brian was thoughtful.

I wanted to listen to Li Jiujiu's instructions, and while I was sensible, I would fight one or two wild beasts in the mountains and drink some blood.

It wouldn't be good if the hungry demons would rise up and attack the human race.

Now he is seeking the second grade of Taoism, and he can absorb the aura of heaven and earth to form Zhou Tian by himself, and he also knows how to practice with his own sporadic memory.

He, a little corpse demon who had just been resurrected, was still much stronger than ordinary humans and beasts.

Naturally, it is not a problem to catch prey, he has no body temperature and no breathing.

Mountain animals use their senses to foresee danger, and nature does not play any role in Brian.

Brian successfully catches a baby sika deer.

The little sika deer is very cute, struggling with its big round eyes of innocence and horror.

Brian was a little unbearable, but he still used the Qiushui Sword to make a small cut on the thick butt of the fawn, and took the fresh deer blood with a fresh green leaf.

Holding the still steaming deer blood, Brian frowned slightly.

Obviously, it was still difficult for him to adapt to Ru Mao's life of drinking blood, and looking at the blood released from the green leaves, he didn't even feel like he wanted to eat.

The feeling in his belly told him that he was not hungry at all.

Li Jiujiu said that the mourning clothes on his body were those of hundreds of years ago, and after hundreds of years, he was not hungry at all.

Suddenly remembered that when he first opened his eyes, at that time, it was very difficult for him to even lift his arms, even the base of his tongue was stiff, and he could only barely say a corpse language.

But when Senior Brother Li Jiujiu died on the weird little sword, his essence and blood were lost, and his body regained its softness, and he could also recover human speech fluently.

Bai Lian subconsciously touched the small sword on the side of his waist, and his heart was slightly cold.

Could it be that this little sword sucked the essence and blood of that man's body and flowed into his body?

Although he was not hungry at all at this time, it was a bit of a waste to throw away the deer blood, so he forcibly endured the discomfort in his heart and drank it all.

The corpse demon has no sense of taste, and Brian is no exception, and the warm deer blood falls into the chest and abdomen like a straight line, and falls straight into the lower abdomen.

The faint temperature of the lower abdomen seemed to add another point, and the weak Yin-Yang Dao Fish, which could not be seen from the outside world, was moving at an extremely slow speed.

Although Brian had no sense of taste, the strong smell of blood in his mouth still made him frown slightly, he didn't like this way of eating.

Fortunately, the amount of blood he put out was not much, and the wound was not big, and the fawn was still alive.

It's strange to say, he injured this fawn, and the fawn got along with him for a few short incense sticks, and he was not afraid of him.

The fawn was tame, circling around him, sometimes daring to lick the back of his hand while he was unprepared.

Xu is this fawn who is not afraid of life, and knows that he has no intention of wanting its life.

Brian smiled slightly, and took the hemostatic herbs that had been picked in the mountains a long time ago.

Crushing the herbs, Brian stretched out his hand and beckoned: "Little deer, come here, let me see the wound on your buttocks and stop the bleeding for you." ”

This mountain forest is located in the center of many small sects of cultivating immortals, and it has sufficient spiritual energy, so it has caused the creatures in this area to be extremely intelligent.

The fawn seemed to understand Brian's words, and his limbs and hooves clattered to the ground, trotting to his side.

took the initiative to pout his thick little buttocks, lay on the ground and screamed twice, looking a little pitiful and a little aggrieved.

Brian laughed out loud, this little guy is really a clever ghost.

The crumpled herbs were evenly applied to the fawn's injured buttocks, and the herbs worked quickly, stopping the blood that was running from the fawn's run.

It's just that there is one bad thing about this medicine, that is, there will be a strong stinging sensation when applied to the wound.

Sure enough, the fawn's body trembled, hissed, and was about to struggle to get up.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it'll be fine later. ”

Brian gently patted the other half of the fawn's uninjured butt to reassure it, and did not forget to blow gently into its wound.

The fawn was very obediently quiet.

Brian has no body temperature, and the breath he blows out is naturally cold and cold.

The fawn only felt the stinging sensation in the wound under the cool breeze, which was much more comfortable, squinting his eyes, and gently kicking Bailian's calf comfortably with his hind legs.

The deer's buttocks are thick, and they have been rolling in the Shaolin all year round, which can be described as rough skin and thick flesh, and after the blood has stopped, it has scabbed.

Seeing that Brian stopped rubbing the medicine, the fawn tilted his head and was about to lick the wound on his buttocks, but was stopped by Brian in time.

"No, it's already medicated, and the wound will become inflamed if you get it wet. ”

The fawn let out a low cry, all in response.

But God seemed to deliberately go against him, and as soon as the words fell, a light rain began to fall under the sky of the sky.

The rain was not heavy, but it was very fine, very dense, and very soft, and it hit people's faces as if they were powder.

On the grass, on the trees, on the stones, slowly spreading out into the whole empty and uninhabited mountain forest, it is all this light, flowing, damp smoke.

Brian smiled bitterly, quickly opened the placket of his clothes, lifted the deer's buttocks, and stuffed it into his arms, so as to prevent the wound that had just been medicated from being wet by the rain, and he would run away.