Seeing Hua Qiangu fainting on the ground, motionless, humming, the beast couldn't help but be a little anxious, his nose was snorting, and he walked around Hua Qiangu's body in a circle, as if he was trying to find a way.

Hua Qiangu's old wounds have not healed, and new injuries have been added, stumbling and stumbling everywhere, bruises and broken skin, and the self-recovery ability of the body that has been pierced on the shoulder is becoming more and more unable to keep up, and the blood has not stopped.

The hum beast hesitated for a moment, but still buried its head in her wound and licked it, although its saliva had some effect on stopping the bleeding. But it doesn't have much confidence in its own restraint ability, and every time it smells the scent of blood on her body, it becomes manic, afraid that one day it will devour her flesh and blood in exchange for its own ascension from a demon beast to a real divine beast.

After thinking for a long time, he lowered his head and took her in his mouth, and walked a few steps into the woods, but he suddenly stopped, hesitated for a long time, and returned to the wooden house again, and slammed the door open with one paw.

The man drank tea at the table without raising his head, even if he was in the wilderness, the elegant aura on his body was still not extinguished. Dressed in green cloth, the old clothes were washed slightly white, and their heads were spread out at will, but they were not messy. A thin layer of cyan scars can be seen on the face, neck, and hands as long as the skin leaks outside, although it is not as badly burned as Hua Qiangu's face, it looks very terrifying. But what made the humming beast feel most uncomfortable was the evil aura that came out of his eyebrows.

The hum beast roared at him, and the hot wind blew his robe flying, but he still didn't lift his head.

As if threatening, he raised his claws slightly, and smashed the table in front of him to smithereens. The man unhurriedly caught the iron teacup and snorted coldly: "Is there such a person who asks someone to do something?"

The hum beast didn't care so much, grabbed him out of the room with one claw, and pressed him to the ground with a slight force.

The man looked at it and frowned, pulling a dagger from his waist. The man and the beast stared at each other for a long time, and finally the humming beast removed its claws and took two steps back.

The dagger is an ancient artifact, and it has been stained with the blood of many divine beasts, I don't know where he found it, no wonder he dares to live alone in this forest.

The man got up from the ground, turned to fix the door of his cabin, and still didn't look at Hua Qiangu, who was lying on the side, dying, and then went inside.

The humming beast found some herbs nearby, chewed them, and put them on the wound of Hua Qiangu. But after all, his ability is limited, and that man seems to have some ability, and if he is willing to help, Hua Qiangu will definitely get better soon.

Hard can't do it, only soft ones.

The humming beast used its huge tail to make a fluffy bed for Hua Qiangu, and squatted in front of his house, and did not leave. The man seems to know the Qimen formation, and the beasts and demons can't get close here, but they don't know how it stumbled into the right way in the first place.

Although it is dignified, it is undignified for the beast to inhabit under the roof of others and rely on the protection of a human being. But for the sake of Hua Qiangu, she can only do this temporarily, her body is so weak that she can't stand the bumps anymore. No matter whether the man is good or bad, staying here is better than him taking Hua Qiangu to hide and hide every day, fighting countless demons and demon beasts that greed her flesh and blood.

So the humming beast took it upon himself to take up residence outside the hut.

Hua Qiangu was groggy and half-asleep most of the time, but even when she was awake, she couldn't move, couldn't see, and couldn't say that it was not much different from death. But she never felt that the current situation made her miserable, and the most painful thing was to remember the past when she was awake, and dream about the past when she was asleep.

Master's smile, Master's white clothes fluttering, Master's words, Master's kiss, Master's hand......

The past warmed her like a flame and burned her hard. She was powerless to explain, unable to explain, unable to explain, and even more unable to forget, unable to escape, and could only linger in her thoughts about him.

The man ignored them, didn't chase them away, and looked completely ignorant. The hum beast was not at ease at first, and every time he went around to forage for food, he would bring Hua Qiangu with him, but then slowly took off his guard, laid out hay, put her under the eaves, and went out alone.

Once, when it went far away, it happened to be raining heavily, and the thousand bones were soaked in the rain for a whole hour. The man still sat in the room, unasked, as if he were the only one in the world.

When the humming beast rushed back, Hua Qiangu began to have a high fever again, and his mind was even more confused, and many wounds that had finally begun to heal began to become inflamed again. The humming beast anxiously slapped the door of the wooden house, put Hua Qiangu on the ground, and wanted to beg the man to save her, but he stepped over her body coldly and went out the door.

The house is too small, and the beast can't get in, but it's cold and damp outside, and it's always better if there's a fire inside. These days, Hua Qiangu follows it and eats either wild fruits or bloody raw meat. The hum beast always chewed it one by one, feeding it to her mouth, and she numbly tried to swallow whatever it was.

She used to be able to cook a good dish, but now she can't even lift a spatula, and she used to be the most greedy, her tongue and throat are all burned out, she can't speak, and she has no sense of taste. It doesn't matter to her what she eats, as long as she can live.

When the man came back, he saw that the humming beast was still sleeping at the door, and the wooden house was not large, and when it stood up, it was almost the same as the wooden house. And Hua Qiangu was placed on his bed in the house. He walked in, snorted in displeasure, raised his hand, lifted her out of bed, and then lay down to sleep.

The humming beast glared angrily, and the hair on his body stood up like a steel needle again, calmed down, or stuck his tail into the wooden house, rolled up the flower thousand bones, covered his body, blocked the wind at the door, and then lay down and fell asleep.

The next day, the man woke up and looked at Hua Qiangu, and then at the humming beast at the door, and his heart became depressed and irritable for no reason. Walked to the table, took a sip of tea, took out the dagger in his arms, and carefully wiped it. Suddenly, he lifted his sleeve to reveal another scar on his arm, as if he didn't know the pain, and slowly cut another knife. The piercing red of the blood made him lose his mind for a moment, yes, he was still alive.

To live is not to give up hope.

Suddenly, there was an expression on his blue-faced beast-like scarred face. It's not the usual numbness and sinkiness, but a smile that is somewhere between gentle and weird.

walked up to Hua Qiangu and looked at her carefully.

From the first glance, I knew that she was exiled from Changliushan. Because of the scar on his face that was the same as him because of the water of Sansheng Pond.

It looks so small, it's still a lover-

He raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously and tried to take the palace bell out of her hand, but he didn't expect her to hold on so firmly even in her sleep.

Finally got it in his hand, he looked at it carefully, and his brows became deeper and deeper.

What kind of big mistake did a low-level immortal make that would make Changliu nailed the soul destroyer, and the immortal body was still not enough, and he had to be expelled to the wilderness?

And how can a little girl at the level of Gong Ling actually integrate several ** systems to such an extent, without the slightest bias, refining Gong Ling to pure and transparent, without a little variegation?

The five elements are born and restrain each other, everyone will have their own weaknesses, and those who cultivate immortals pay attention to complementing each other, the stronger the one side is, the weaker the other. It's like a palm blow, there will be a gap left after the body, even if it is fast, it is impossible to hit it from all sides at the same time. The smaller the force point, the greater the force, and the less powerful it is. However, the person who taught her clearly subverted all the ways of cultivating immortals and practicing martial arts, and did not follow the usual ideals at all, wanting her to become a person who has no flaws, no weaknesses, and even no shortcomings.

Who would have this kind of courage and ability?

What's more worth investigating is that obviously only more than ten swords are enough to make her a complete waste, but she has suffered hundreds of swords, and almost no one has been spared.

Is it a great enmity? Or is it a great danger that will be so vicious that it leaves no room for mercy?

Was it because he had been gone for too long? Or was the outside world changing too fast? When did the always conservative Changliushan have such a little disciple of cultivation? And what kind of mistake did she make, so much heavier than the punishment she received?

It's really fun......

The man's eyes narrowed more and more energetically. He had actually noticed her these days, and at first he thought that she was a little disciple exiled from Changliu Mountain, anyway, he was already a dead person, and it was useless to keep one of them, even if he died, he didn't have the leisure to save people. Not to mention that he has been expelled from the sect, even if he is still a long-term disciple, what can he do?

But what he didn't expect was that she was now injured like this, and she hadn't died yet, although slowly, but the wounds and tendons showed signs of automatic recovery, and the tenacity of vitality was unimaginable.

- This girl seems to be a bit famous.

The humming beast suddenly woke up and saw the man take Hua Qiangu away from his tail and put him on the bed. Nervously guarded, watching his movements, if there was any ill-intention, immediately pounce on him and bite him to death.

The man changed her dirty and damp clothes, wiped her body briefly, then applied herbs to the hot and ulcerated area, and cooked something for her to drink.

The humming beast didn't understand why he was suddenly willing to save people again, and paced back and forth at the door uneasily, guarding inch by inch.

Hua Qiangu was still half asleep, but the recovery of her injuries was obviously faster than before. She knew that someone had saved her, but because she couldn't see the other person and didn't speak, she didn't know much about her situation and the situation around her. It's just that I intuitively know that person is a man, I can't say how gentle it is, but I take care of it very carefully.

Another month later, her injuries were almost healed, her muscles and veins were gradually recovering, and she was even able to eat with a spoon on her own, although she looked very clumsy.

She seemed very confused about her condition, and she had never heard of anyone who could reconnect the broken veins on their own. She didn't know that it was the effect of the divine body and the power of the demon god, but she was grateful that it was the man who used some rare medicine to heal her bones and tendons and continue her life.

"Do you know how to write?" asked her one day. His voice was nice but too cold. It was as if a person had forgotten the language for too long, and he spit out word by word.

Hua Qiangu nodded.

"Name?"

Hua Qiangu wrote with his fingers on the quilt one by one: Hua Qiangu.

The man was silent for a moment, searching his memory, and indeed he had never heard the name.

"From the long mountain?"

Hua Qiangu nodded, and the person in front of him should have been an immortal in the past.

"Who is your master?"

Hua Qiangu was silent for a long time, although he hadn't expelled himself from the sect yet, but now that he said it like this, wouldn't it be a shame for him to say it?

-- Stay on the immortal for a long time. She still wrote honestly that he saved her life, she didn't want to, and she didn't need to lie to him.

The man nodded, and he guessed correctly, it was the Venerable Sect's disciple. He didn't know the way Mo Yan and Sheng Xiaomo gave their apprenticeships. It is only the Supreme Grace who always acts unexpectedly. The one hundred and one sword is impartial, the depth of the sword is not bad, the move is fast and ruthless, and it is also the hand of the Supreme Lord. But I don't know what mistake this apprentice has made, which will make him so angry, who has always been cold.

"My name is Takezen, you remember. ”

The man got up and went out again and went about his own business. A round, chubby thing suddenly burrowed into the quilt and arched, arched.

- Hmph.

Hua Qiangu laughed, reached out and grabbed it into his arms and hugged it.

The humming beast poked out of the bed, and the fleshy little paws stretched out on her face, scratching and scratching, and happily chirping.

It's different from the appearance of turning into the real body of a monster. Smaller, it has fat legs and a short nose like a piglet, and loves to arch everywhere and eat anything. Like a kitten or a puppy, it is covered in warm white fur mixed with beautiful patterns in the color of fire. The eyes are dark and big, full of aura, and they look at you with a pitiful and innocent appearance, and they tell you to give it all the delicious food you can find.

Eliminate the wariness of bamboo dyeing, knowing that he is treating Hua Qiangu with his heart, and there is no danger around, so it turns back to the appearance of a little pig, guarding her by the bed every day, and squeezing a quilt with her to sleep. Takezome built another bed next to it.

Sometimes Takezome would ask her something about the Six Realms, and it seemed that she had been expelled from the wilderness for a long time, and many things she didn't know. She casually scratched her fingers across the quilt and table, and no matter how fast she was, he could always see clearly.

"Do you want to see it?" asked Takezome one day.

She nodded stunned.

"You're not really blind, it's just that the flesh and blood are blurred together under the corrosion of the ruthless pool water. Your eyes should have been closed at the time, and the eye membranes were not very damaged. If you want to see me, I'll cut your upper and lower eyelids with a knife, but it will hurt a lot, and you can think clearly. ”

Hua Qiangu nodded without thinking.

Takezen took out his dagger, simmered it on the fire, and cut it alive. For Hua Qiangu's non-shouting and non-screaming, he seemed to be surprisingly calm and slightly surprised as if he didn't feel pain. In fact, she just hurt too much, and even more heartfelt than this, she had experienced pain, and her nerves were almost numb.

Hua Qiangu saw that he was quick and accurate, and he wanted to cut off all his eyes without hurting her eyeballs at all. knew that he must have been a master before, and the dagger in his hand was actually stained with his own blood and was not damaged at all, which was worthy of being an artifact.

On the day the gauze was removed, Hua Qiangu could finally see it, but the eyes formed by the hard cut were like two pitch-black holes suddenly punctured in a piece of paper, which looked very scary.

There seemed to be a layer of white film in front of her, and she couldn't see clearly in the fog, but when she saw the same blue scar on Take-dye's face, she couldn't help but smile bitterly.

- Thank you, brother. She wrote on the table.

Zhu Ran smiled coldly: "You are smart." But I've long been banished, and I'm no longer your brother. After a pause, he said, "Mo Yan, he has accepted a lot of apprentices after that, right?"

Hua Qiangu nodded and wrote: Three.

Seeing the hatred and resentment between Zhu Ran's eyebrows, Hua Qiangu shivered slightly.

She was hurt by the ruthless pool, but he was hurt by the greedy pool. This person must not be left unguarded.