Suddenly, a sword light fell from the sky, and the sword light shone with multicolored light, and the zombies turned to ash everywhere it passed. The kite opened his mouth wide in surprise, but wept with joy, he knew he was saved. It was not ordinary people who saved them, but real immortals.

"Hey....... such a beautiful ballad, but it's sung to others. A mellow man's voice sounded outside the courtyard gate. The kite looked up and saw a man in white who was twenty-five or sixteen years old, with a face like a star jade and a pale golden light. He was reaching out to catch the fairy sword that flew back automatically. The man in white was followed by a young man of seventeen or eighteen with a grim face.

The kite hurriedly saluted, "Thank you two immortals for saving your life." The white-clothed immortal waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me, thank you for your singing! After saying that, he went away against the wind, and his posture was elegant and amazing.

The white-clothed immortal was about to disappear at the end of the kite, suddenly stopped, turned back to the kite and said: "You have corpse poison in your body, I don't agree with the exercises, but I can't do anything, you need to quickly find a monk to get rid of the poison, otherwise it will be very dangerous." Kite nodded in understanding.

The black-clothed immortal smiled at the kite when he left, threw her a small porcelain bottle and said: "This is the 'Ninety-Nine Muscle Pill', which is very good for healing, apply one externally and take one internally, and he will be alive tomorrow." The kite picked up the bottle and hurriedly thanked the black-clothed immortal. The black-clothed immortal waved his hand, and the wind followed the white-clothed immortal.

The kite opened the small porcelain vase and counted it, a total of nine, and a faint fragrance greeted the nose, which made people immediately become energetic. The kite knew that this medicine was extraordinary, so he hurriedly poured out a pill and fed it to Yang Qian, and then looked blankly in the direction where the two left again, as if fascinated, until Yang Qian's cough sounded, he woke up and said happily: "You are awake." ”

Yang Qian has been having nightmares since he fell into a coma, seeing a boundless sea of blood, devouring everything in the world. Mountains disappeared after passing through the sea of blood, and towns disappeared after passing through the sea of blood. He himself seemed to have turned into a part of the sea of blood, and he was the leading part, unconsciously leading the sea of blood all the way through, until he faintly heard a moving singing voice, and then woke up.

Yang Qian didn't know what this dream meant, since he woke up again in Prince Cheng's Mansion, every time he was tired, he would have this terrifying dream. He didn't dare to tell anyone, so he could only hide it in his heart.

"Have the zombies retreated?" Yang Qian felt that his whole body was aching, every inch of his bones were aching, and even his voice trembled a little. The kite told Yang Qian about the situation after he fell into a coma, and of course removed the singing part. When Yang Qian heard that he had been saved by the immortals, he wanted to struggle.

He had been looking for the immortal all along, and now that the immortal was in front of him, how could he give up? But he was too badly injured to get up, so he could only lie in the kite's arms again. After Yang Qian woke up, the kite was a little shy, but he didn't dare to leave, and his whole body collapsed into a rope, very nervous.

The kite originally thought that he would die, so he didn't clean up the wound with Yang Qian, but now that he has escaped after the catastrophe, he must clean the wound. She picked up Yang Qian and came to the room where she was staying again, and began to clean Yang Qian's wounds. There is hardly any intact place on Yang Qian's body, either a knife wound or a sword.

The dense wounds are shocking. Kite looked at Yang Qian's upper body without a finish, and tears couldn't stop flowing. Yang Qian seemed to have discovered the performance of the kite, and said in a deep voice: "Don't think about it, I'm just trying to survive for myself and save you by the way." ”

Yang Qian didn't explain, but when he explained, the kite was even more sad, and the tears couldn't be stopped. Although Yang Qian has never been in love in two lives, he has never been in love, and of course he doesn't understand the girl's mind, so he was at a loss for a while, and said, "Did I say something wrong?"

Kite wiped his tears and said, "You didn't say anything wrong, although you only fought for people to survive, but without you, I would have been ruined by them." I have to thank you. ”

Yang Qian didn't dare to talk nonsense, afraid that the kite would cry again, so he could only become mute. Yang Qian's physique seems to be very special, no matter how big the wound is, it will slowly converge and no longer bleed, otherwise Yang Qian would have bled too much and died.

The kite still crushed a muscle-building pill and put it on Yang Qian, then took out dry food and sent it to Yang Qian with water. Yang Qian's injuries gradually stabilized, but he didn't sleep. The two sat still, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Can you tell me the story of Zhu Yingtai?" Kite asked as he broke the silence.

This time, Yang Qian did not shirk again, and told the love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in his previous life in detail. In his previous life, Yang Qian was lying on the hospital bed and had watched all kinds of legendary stories many times, so he explained it very movingly. He started from Zhu Yingtai's encounter with Liang Shanbo dressed as a man, how the two met, went on a blind date, fell in love with each other, and finally turned into butterflies.

Kite is still a girl, how have he ever heard such a moving story, moved to tears. In the end, he was tired of crying and fell asleep leaning on Yang Qian's shoulder. Yang Qian looked at the beautiful woman leaning on himself like this, and felt that life was really happy, and God really treated him well. Yang Qian was too seriously injured to bear it anymore, so he slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The sky seemed to have broken a hole, and the rain was incessant, and it seemed that it didn't stop. The two immortals, unaffected by the rain, had already found the source of the zombie tide and started to do it.

After Yang Qian slept for a while, he started a loud bang in front of them, followed by a scream. This inhuman scream, Yang Qian was far away from the kite, and he was terrified, and he woke up with an exclamation. The two opened their eyes at the same time, looked at each other, and left in an instant.

Neither of them showed their thoughts, but everything was silent. The two fought for a long time, but they didn't eat half a grain of rice, and their stomachs were so hungry that their chests were close to their backs. It's full of zombies out there, and it's certainly not realistic to hunt or something. Yang Qian struggled to his feet and walked towards the post kitchen, hoping to find something.

In fact, he had already taken a general look when he boiled the water just now, and there was nothing to eat, but he had nothing to do but hope for a miracle. He rummaged through it, exclaimed, and found something.

About five or six sweet potatoes were hidden in the corner of the stove, and Yang Qian didn't see them just now. Although the sweet potatoes have been stored for a long time, and buds have emerged in some places, Yang Qian did not hesitate and began to start the fire, preparing to roast the sweet potatoes to eat.

The kite has never eaten sweet potatoes like this since he was a child, and he ate four or five in one go. Yang Qian ate slowly, and when he looked back, he found that there was no one left. The kite seemed to have discovered this, and was a little embarrassed to hand the remaining half of his hand to Yang Qian, and said with a red face: "Let's eat this for you!"

Yang Qian didn't stretch out his hand to take it, but said, "My meal is small, and I'm already full." "Such an obvious lie can be heard by anyone. The kite stretched out the sweet potato in front of Yang Qian's mouth, but he didn't stop. Yang Qian had no choice but to reach out and pick up the sweet potato and finish it.

"Puff ....." The kite suddenly pointed at Yang Qian's face and laughed. Yang Qian touched his face with his hand, didn't feel anything, raised his eyes to look at the kite, and saw that her Ruyu's face was also covered with two black marks, and he also pointed at her and laughed.

After the two finished laughing, the kite cautiously reached out to help Yang Qian wipe the black marks off his face. Yang Qian also gently reached out to help the kite wipe the black off his face. The two looked at each other again, relatively silent.

Suddenly, another loud bang sounded, and the battle ahead became more and more intense. Yang Qian stood in the direction of the sound and said softly, "I really want to take a look at the front." "Kite actually wanted to look at it in front of her, but she knew very well that the war of the immortals was not something they could watch.

The kite shook his head and said, "You can recuperate in peace! They are immortals, so we don't need to worry." Yang Qian stopped talking and lay down to sleep again.

The night finally passed, and the light came. After a night's rest, Yang Qian's wound had already scabbed. The kite was very amazed at the immortal medicine metamorphosis. Yang Qian was not surprised at all, this was a terrible physique! He didn't want to have it at all.

The fight in front of him was still going on, Yang Qian stood up, moved his body, and decided to go to the front to take a look. He really didn't want to give up the opportunity to meet the immortals. Seeing Yang Qian's insistence, the kite agreed, but said to Yang Qian: "You can't get too close, just take a look from afar." ”

Yang Qian carried a pig-killing knife on his back and walked out of the courtyard gate cautiously with the kite. It was empty outside, and the zombies seemed to have completely disappeared. The ground was muddy and difficult to walk, Yang Qian took the kite's little hand, walked slowly, walked two miles, and in front of him was a small hill that was not high, and the sound of fighting came from the other side of the hill. Yang Qianqian opened the way in front, the kite followed behind, and after a pillar of incense, the two climbed to the top of the mountain.

On the other side of the mountain, there is a different landscape, a large wasteland lying on the ground, far away is the Heavenly Forsaken Mountains, and a small white dot is fighting a behemoth.

At the foot of the hill is a large oval-shaped lake, bordered by the Zhitian Mountains on one side and at the foot of the hill on the other. The black waters of the lake are tumbling, and it seems that there are people fighting. All the people in the Great Yan Martial Arts disappeared and seemed to have disappeared with the zombies.

Yang Qianyun had enough eyesight, and he could only see that the white dot in the distance was fighting a snake with nine heads, and it was difficult to see anything else. The little white dot should be the white immortal, he swayed from side to side like a kite, and from time to time it shone with a burst of sword light.

Yang Qian saw the immortals fighting for the first time, and his heart was hot, and he couldn't wait to run to meet the immortals immediately. But he also knows very well that immortals are not easy to get along with, and meeting immortals does not mean that he can find a way to prevent the demon.

At this time, the black lake changed again, and the kite pulled Yang Qian and pointed to the surface of the lake. Yang Qian saw that the black-clothed immortal was pinching each other with an ugly-looking humanoid monster with his bare hands. The monster's head appears to be covered with small packets, like a toad, with yellow eyes, a large cracked mouth, and sharp teeth.

The black-clothed immortal didn't seem to have much of an advantage, his hair was messy, his face was covered with wounds, and he had lost his weapon. The black-clothed fairy and the toad monster only showed their heads once, and sank to the bottom of the lake again. The water of the lake became even more turbulent, and from time to time blood gushed out.

Although after Yang Qianqian fought with several people from the Blood Knife Sect, his cultivation became the sixth level of the day after tomorrow. But the acquired sixfold is not enough to see in the mortal world, so he doesn't dare to think that he can help the black-clothed immortal, so he can only be in a hurry.

"Look, there's a man by the lake who moves. The sound of the kite suddenly sounded. Yang Qian followed the sound of the kite and looked over, and there was indeed a person in the grass by the lake on the left, dressed in white and showing signs of life, trembling slightly. Yang Qian pulled the kite and walked towards the river.