casually broke off a dead branch and threw it into the fire, Jin Bei'er turned his head to look at Lin Zhuo, who was leaning next to him and sleeping very sweetly, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

Xiao Cha didn't know when she came over, leaning closely on one of Lin Zhuo's arms, and was making a "gurgling" sound on all fours.

It's just that in its sleep, its tail is also quietly curled up on the arms of its owner.

The danger of this death Ze seems to be completely unmanifested in these two, and they should still eat and drink from time to time, not at all like they are in a dangerous place.

Lin Zhuo seemed to be asleep, and he slowly fell down, Jin Bei'er was stunned, and hurriedly supported her with one hand and let her gently lean on her lap.

Raising her hand to straighten her scattered and naughty hair, she looked down, but her heart trembled slightly.

Against the backdrop of the firelight not far away, the few white threads on her sideburns were so clear, as if they had pierced the bottom of the golden bottle's heart, making her raised hands tremble slightly.

After a deep look, she raised her head and looked at the starry sky.

Until now, she is actually a little hesitant, so she can't see the ending, she is not tolerated by the world, and the feelings that are not good for both parties but are bad, should she continue.

Raising a hand, under the light flash of purple light on it, a delicate and abnormal broken blade appeared in her hand, and in her five fingers, it was like a swimming fish swimming happily and abnormally, it was her magic weapon purple blade.

"Uncle Shi, if you have a spirit in the sky, can you guide your disciple, I... What to do exactly. ”

The purple blades on her fingertips were reflected in her pupils, but her thoughts returned, buried in the corners of her heart.

...

Whoa!

The heavy rain poured down and smashed on the bluestone slab outside the eaves, making a crisp cracking sound.

The steaming mist blends with the cascading waterfall not far away, making the place even more cold and damp.

A small figure knelt under the eaves of the porch, hiding his face in the shadows. The disciples who came and went looked at this figure from time to time, but none of them stepped forward to care about it.

A strange 'gurgling' sound suddenly came from the front, and along with this strange sound, there was also a slightly old female voice.

"Yo, vial, still kneeling here. ”

The voice came from the front, and the small figure raised his head when he heard the words, but it was a picturesque, natural beauty embryo. Looking at the eyebrows, I can vaguely distinguish that it is a golden bottle when I was a child.

The visitor was an old woman with white hair, sitting on a wooden wheelchair, her eyes full of kindness, and a blanket made of unknown animal skins, on which from time to time yellow runes flashed, and a faint warmth quietly spread.

Looking at the disciple kneeling on the ground steadily, the old woman frowned and said, "Get up quickly, the cold here is so deep, you will get sick for a long time." ”

Hearing this, Jin Bei'er was indifferent, but raised his head, tears flashed in his beautiful big eyes, and said loudly: "Uncle, when is it, if Master doesn't change his mind, you will die tomorrow!"

The old woman looked at the expression of the golden bottle, but slowly fell silent, and there was a complex light flashing back and forth in her eyes, but finally she sighed and stretched out her arm that had been hidden in the strange blanket.

What is terrifying is that for some reason, the arm is dry and thin, and there are purple lines crisscrossing it, which is terrifying.

Just raised her hand and touched the little head of the golden bottle, she seemed to have made some drastic movements, panting and sweating profusely.

A strange purple light flashed on her face, and she couldn't help but shudder, and then said, "You girl, if you are in those famous and decent families, you should be doing well." ”

Jin Bei'er's small body quietly knelt a little higher to facilitate the old lady's movements, but she remained silent and did not say anything.

Seeing this, the old woman sighed again, and said bitterly: "Little bottle, you have such a temperament... Ay... Sometimes, why do you think more about yourself, you know? Since you are already in my Hehuan faction, you have to learn to be ruthless! If you are not cruel to them, they will not be afraid of you, they will bully you, you know?"

After a pause, she smiled and said, "As for me... You also have to be ruthless, if I don't die, the Purple Mangblade will not choose the master again, what's the use of letting the Nine Heavens Divine Soldiers like the Purple Mangblade follow me as a wasted person?"

Hearing this, Jin Bei'er raised her little head, but she was already in tears, and shouted loudly: "It's not, Uncle Shi is not a waste, Uncle Shi taught Bottle Er to practice, taught Bottle Er to read and write, and did so many things for the sect when they were young, how can they do this to Uncle Shi!"

The old woman looked at Jin Bottle'er like this, and hurriedly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, hugged her into her arms, and said distressedly: "Oh, my little bottle, don't cry, don't cry, the old woman can't stand it." ”

But it was not so much that she hugged it, but that the golden bottle took the initiative to get in, she no longer had the slightest strength, and even the little golden bottle could not hold it at this time.

Gently brushing the soft black hair of the golden bottle, the old woman reluctantly showed a smile, and said with emotion: "Little bottle, old woman, I originally thought that this life was like this, but I didn't expect to be old, but I met you, a little clever ghost, and I really let the old woman and me live for a while." If so..."

Speaking of this, she choked up for a moment, and then continued: "If your qualifications are poor, I will be more relieved to be a wife, but you are highly qualified, and you are valued by Sanmiao at a glance, and you want to inherit my purple blade." ”

"What the hell, I really don't want you to touch it. It is indeed extremely powerful, but the cold vein poison attached to it, how can ordinary people bear it, I have suffered all my life, I really don't want you to be like me, suffer from this cold poison. ”

Jin Bei'er raised her hand and gently wiped away the cloudy tears from the corners of the old woman's eyes,

The old woman sighed again and said, "You... What should I do if my wife and son leave and someone bullies you again..."

...

The wind gently passed through the forest, and the fire shook for a while, and some of the firewood collapsed, splashing a large spark, and the golden bottle woke up in an instant.

The purple blade in her hand still gently surrounds her fingertips, which is very beautiful, she sighed, slowly withdrew the purple blade, raised her hand and rubbed the corners of her eyes.

When he put down his hand again, he was grabbed by his other hand in mid-air and froze in the air.

Jin Zhu'er was slightly stunned, looked down, but saw that Lin Zhuo didn't know when he opened his eyes.

She was full of seriousness at the moment, looking at the palm of the gold bottle that she was holding in her hand, and then the faint firelight, the skin of her hands was like clotted fat, and her fingers were like slender nephrite spring onions, and she looked abnormal.

However, Lin Zhuo didn't have time to appreciate the others at this time, she slowly sat up, looked through the firelight, and only felt that it was soft and cold, as if it was transparent, and she could faintly see the faint purple lines in it.

Sticking out a trace of spiritual power, a cold force on it instantly counterattacked, making Lin Zhuo shiver, and his face gradually became gloomy.

...