The sun rising from the east in the early morning drove away the faint white mist in the Void Sky Ridge, the white clouds were leisurely, and a very fast white light and shadow suddenly crossed in the blue sky, flying straight over the Void Sky Ridge, and suddenly the flying white light image seemed to be aware of something, and suddenly fell from the sky and disappeared into the depths of the Void Sky Ridge.

In the dense forest with towering ancient trees, a man dressed in white like snow seems to be walking in a place that is not a dangerous Xutianling but his own backyard, conniving and elegantly holding a strange-shaped glass lamp and striding through the dense forest.

There is no wick lamp oil in the cyan glass lamp, a cluster of red flames the size of a bean, in the lamp is uncertain, the faint flame seems to be extinguished anytime and anywhere, suddenly the red flame in the lamp is almost undetectable and irregular, the man in white sword eyebrows are lightly together, the figure suddenly flashed goodbye, but the person was already ten zhang away, and the face that had been indifferent suddenly opened a faint arc of amazing time.

"Good luck!"

Sweeping the blackened and dry grass and soil, the corners of the man's mouth slightly hooked his sleeves and waved lightly, glanced at the glass cup in his hand, and continued to stroll towards the place where the breath in the lamp was pulled, until he came to the edge of an abyss, but his good-looking eyebrows and eyes returned to their previous cold and indifferent again, but he jumped straight and jumped down without looking.

The white shadow swept over the mountain wall, and it was easy to see the blackened blood stains on the mountain, and the soft sigh disappeared into the wind.

"I'm afraid that if I come one step too late, this little girl will have to die in Jiuquan. ”

The man relied on the glass cup all the way to follow the traces all the way to this green grassland, looking at the decayed open space after being burned by the fire, lying a small figure, the man looked at Su Luo, who did not have a good skin breath and died at any time, his eyes squinted lightly, waved a white coat over Su Luo, who was not covered by the body, and then bent down and gently picked her up, sat on the ground and put the person on his lap, leaned on his arms, and the light flashed in his hand, and a round jade fragrance and attractive elixir appeared between his fingers.

Twisting away a layer of Dan wax wrapped outside, the man lifted her head that hung weakly on her chest, and stuffed the pill into her mouth, Su Luo, who had already lost consciousness and fell into a deep coma, couldn't swallow the pill, the man frowned, and the lilac spiritual power in his left hand gathered in the palm of Su Luo's back to help her digest the medicinal power.

The breeze was gentle, and today's green grassland was surprisingly quiet and silent, and the man who helped Su Luo digest the medicinal power then closed his eyes, his spiritual power was not withdrawn, and he began to investigate the injuries in Su Luo's body.

The more he looked at his face, the darker it became, and a faint trace of anger flashed through his eyes, although there was anger, but more than that, it was a little sneer and a little pitiful pity.

"Afraid of death, dare to look for death like this!"

The angry sound of low pressure sounded suddenly, according to his cultivation, he only needed to take a look at it to roughly know Su Luo's injury, but he still used the secret technique to carefully check Su Luo's injury, and constantly compressed and overdrafted the spiritual power, and in the end, he took a lot of pills to replenish the spiritual power, without thinking about it, just with a little monk like Su Luo who has no background, the only one who can replenish the spiritual power is the tonic elixir, and it is still the lowest level of the tonifying elixir, the medicinal power is mottled and impure, and the medicinal power that is replenished after taking it turns into spiritual power, and those spiritual powers that are not as good as refining are mostly violent and easy to illuminate the meridians and dark wounds, and there are still a lot of erysipelas in this low-level elixir, otherwise they wouldn't have tossed a crack in their meridians, and the meridians without aura nourishment would be even more bleak and dry.

With a cold face, the man took out a small white porcelain bottle from the storage ring, pulled out the cork at the mouth of the bottle, pinched Su Luo's blood-stained pale lips with one hand, and pointed the mouth of the bottle against Su Luo's stretched lips.

It's so sweet!

Is it raining?

Su Luo, who had been unconscious, suddenly felt a drop of sweet and cool liquid spreading in his mouth, and it was strange to awaken his consciousness, feeling the enjoyment of the taste buds in his mouth, smacking the aftertaste, subconsciously swallowing into his stomach, the faint sweetness on the taste buds disappeared, Su Luo was still dissatisfied with the fragrant and attractive taste from the tip of his nose, the slender and dense eyelashes were like feathers, and his eyes were gently trembling, his chin was lifted slightly, and the tip of his pink moist tongue poked out of his lips and teeth, Suddenly, he sucked hard at the mouth of the bottle, and immediately sucked the few remaining two drops of golden liquid in the bottle into his mouth.

"Goo-dong-"

The sound of swallowing was particularly loud in such a quiet green grassland, and the man looked at Su Luo's eyes as if he was going to chop her alive, and the bottom of his eyes that could not be dissolved for thousands of years was cold and cold, looking at Su Luo, who was still not satisfied with his mission, and sucked at the mouth of the bottle, and with a flip of his wrist, the empty vial was thrown into the ring by him.

Su Luo, who sucked hard again, was not so lucky, pouting and frowning with blood slag dissatisfied, but she didn't know that the only three drops of liquid in the bottle all went down to her stomach, maybe the man's gaze was too cold, so cold that people like her who were in a state of confusion felt it, her eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

"Who are you?" Realizing that he was being held in the arms of others, a look of vigilance flashed under his inky pupils, and at a glance, he threw into a pair of eyes covered with thousands of years of Xuanbing, and he was dumbfounded for a while.

There is such a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes carved by Xuan Bing in this world!

Su Luo, who was in a state of confusion for a while, had a fluttering look in her eyes, and gave the face that occupied her entire line of sight from her forehead to her chin carefully, and the more she looked at it, the more amazing she became.

The cultivation realm is really a place of outstanding people, and almost none of the monks she has seen are ugly except for those who like to be ugly, as long as they cultivate immortals, the ugly can become beautiful, the beautiful can be more beautiful, and the evil can become more demonic!

And the man in front of her has a face that is indistinguishable from male and female, if the expression is richer and softer, then he is a living demonic existence.

And he is indeed as beautiful as a demon.

The high bun and sideburns are like a knife, the sword eyebrows fly obliquely into the sideburns, the amorous but indifferent enchanting peach blossom pupils without a trace of popularity are as dark and deep as midnight, almost dazzling, and the thin lips of cherry pink are lightly pursed, and the contours that are as delicate as a ghostly axe are soft but not lose their cold and sharp atmosphere...... In Su Luo's opinion, if this man puts on a different expression, he will really be an out-and-out demon man, but it is a pity that this man is full of a look of rejection thousands of miles away, exuding the breath of abstinence and lust inside and out.