Jin Sheng was stunned when he heard this.

His right hand was no longer qualified to hold a sword, and the words that seemed to be too much of a question implied concern.

He was a little surprised, thinking that after this little corpse demon sent Meng Zifei, he would start preparing to send him away.

I waited for a long time, but I didn't expect to wait for such a sentence.

Jin Sheng has always been a person who can't hold back his words, and immediately asked bluntly: "You don't drive me away?"

Bai Lian raised his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "You are the one who owes me several lives, wouldn't it be a loss for me to just pat my ass and leave?"

The corners of Jin Sheng's mouth twitched slightly, he had never seen someone who reciprocated with grace, but he had never seen such a righteous and bold person who coerced the thirteenth sword of Tianxi.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Brian bow his head disapprovingly, studying the black heart.

He said lightly and indifferently: "I have looked at your spiritual root, and it is true that your right hand is useless, and it is difficult to achieve anything in the way of the sword, and I have consulted your situation in the ancient classics of the Divine Mansion Realm.

It's tough, but it's not impossible, and if you have time, you might as well stay here for another month, and I should be able to find a solution, well, if you believe me. ”

The innate evil aura between Jin Sheng's eyebrows suddenly condensed, and Bai Lian's indifferent and flat words seemed to contain some kind of magical and warm power, which actually diluted the evil aura a little.

He lowered his eyes slowly, looking down at his injured and weak right hand.

Although it was Brian who uttered the words 'If you believe me', it was he Jinsheng who was really trusted.

He knows how heavy this trust is...... Unconsciously clenched the sword in his hand.

He thought.

There are already many powerful people guarding the White Camel Mountain, and this mountain seems to be in need of his help......

After practicing all night, a full ten blank planks were already scratched under the consumption of Brian's mental power.

Bailian's spiritual power can't be said to be how strong, but under the complementarity of the corpse bead in the dantian and the Yin-Yang Dao fish.

As long as his spiritual power is not consumed in an instant, his spiritual power seems to be able to regain its full state in a certain period of time.

Just one night passed, and Brian always practiced the first stroke of the rune repeatedly.

No matter how he practiced, the length and depth of the first rune were only infinitely close to the first rune on the pitch-black heart.

The dawn of dawn was awakened from the darkness and slumber, and Barian put down the plank, stretched out the glass umbrella, and was about to go deep into the forest to shade the sun and continue practicing.

Walking through the bluestone path in the forest, the blood of the corpses on the road has long been cleaned.

The creatures that fled into the depths of the mountains and forests because of the catastrophe more than ten days ago are gradually emerging from the depths.

Although the number is small, it is better than the freshness.

The faint morning light spilled in from among the forest leaves, and the mottled and fragmented halo stained the bluestone ground and the forest, as if it had been cut by a sharp knife.

Bailian suddenly paused and looked at the corner of the hazelnut bush.

Lin Guiyuan had already replaced the set of golden robes soaked in blood, a simple black robe, only the collar was faintly visible gold thread embroidery.

He stood in the fine morning light, his long, black-curled eyelashes hanging deeply, half-hiding the lifeless, dead-gray eyes.

And what was lying in the weeds in front of him was Wen Zhendong's body.

The lifeless mountain ghost looked down at the lifeless female corpse in silence.

The demon tide in the mountains is far less interested in corpses than in the living people.

Besides, a woman like Wen Zhendong, who is completely rotten and rotten from the depths of her soul, even if she is a corpse demon demon who has no intelligence, she can't arouse their appetite much.

Therefore, her body was also relatively well preserved, and later Lin Yuan found her when he disposed of the corpses of the merman clan.

She felt that she was too close to the lake and really blinked, even though she hated Wen Zhendong very much.

But with Lin Yuan's temperament, he couldn't do the cruel thing of whipping the corpse, so he threw it here casually and let it rot on its own.

Bai Lian's eyes turned slightly, and he suddenly found that Lin Guiyuan was holding a dry and messy bouquet in his hand, which was the same bouquet he had carefully maintained in front of the tree house.

Drying up is due to the loss of moisture.

It's messy because it's been trampled on.

Looking at Lin Guiyuan's appearance, could it be that he wanted to bury his former lover in the ground?

As if noticing Bailian's gaze, Lin Guiyuan raised his head and looked at Bailian quietly, his pale face without any expression.

He put the bouquet in his hand on Wen Zhendong's chest, pulled the corners of his stiff mouth at Bailian, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'm just giving her her things back." ”

After experiencing the test of life and death, he is no longer the ignorant and nervous teenager who was in love.

He knows...... What doesn't belong to him, even if it seems beautiful, is just a mirage.

Don't be attached.

Don't be greedy.

The palm of the hand that put down the bouquet gently wiped it on his shirt, as if to wipe away all the hypocritical lingering fragrance and unbearable past on the palm.

Seeing Lin Guiyuan like this, Bai Lian smiled heartily, knowing that he really did not disappoint Father Shan, although he was immature, he was also strong.

......

......

The morning light is gradually rising, the sky is clear, the scenery is beautiful, the soft willow branches are fluttering in the morning breeze, and the sound of creaking wheels crushing the crossing on the stone path in the mountains sounds leisurely.

On the not very wide road, a golden chariot appeared slowly advancing.

The jade chariot is arranged in a very luxurious and wide manner, and the wheels seem to be made of ordinary wood, but if you look closely, you can find that the color of the wooden wheels is more moist, and the discerning person will know at a glance that this is the value of every inch of wood.

On the wide carriage, there is a picture of Qingluan dancing, and a few simple lines are vivid and vivid in the painting of Qingluan's dancing.

What's even more shocking is that each stroke of the pattern seems to be chic and casual, but it contains runes that Brian couldn't draw the first stroke all night.

If a cultivator from a famous immortal family sees this scene, his first feeling must be: rich man!

That one wheel alone, oh no, a random wheel bearing, is worth several times more than the treasure sword at their waist.

Not to mention that it looked like it was a Qingluan rune drawn by a master who specialized in spiritual power.

The Qingluan Divine Bird Killing Machine contained in it, as long as the owner in the carriage moved, he could instantly kill a cultivator at the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm.

Of course, these are secondary.

What was really shocking was that such a chariot of value was worth enough to cover a Xiuzhen city, and it was not an ordinary horse that pulled the cart, but a full nine white unicorn beasts, with a faint white light all over their bodies.

From afar, the sacred and luxurious cannot be forced!

Without a groom, the nine unicorns were very psychic, slowly moving towards the destination where their master was going.