Yang Zhao picked it out of the ashes, tore off the skin, and walked in front of her.

The dress was taken and eaten slowly with his hands, and Yang Zhao looked at her quietly.

Until now, he didn't know how she saved herself that night, because she never said it, but along the way, he had seen her indescribably strong strength, and he always thought that if it wasn't for him, or at the beginning, she would have been able to leave safely.

But what he didn't expect was that the jumpsuit would think the same way.

Of course, the two of them won't say it, and if they do, they probably won't be as indifferent and casual as they came all the way.

Lian Yi really didn't say those things, because she had her own pride, and she thought that Yang Zhao had also saved herself, so she didn't owe anything.

It didn't take long for her to finish eating, and Yang Zhao handed over the wet handkerchief, and then began to eat herself.

Lianyi took a wet handkerchief, gently wiped the corners of his lips, and quietly looked at him sitting by the fire, without speaking.

Along the way, for a variety of reasons, they rarely spoke, but did a lot for each other.

Living and dying together, never abandoning, these most glorious and very entangled words in the world were done by her and him very simply and casually.

May the Light be with you. Looking at his clear eyes, which could reflect the campfire, she said to herself. Then she said to him, "You are a good person. ”

She said this very indifferently, but very seriously. Yang Zhao looked at her and smiled, and said, "You are the same." ”

Then he suddenly remembered something, and said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry." I didn't come to ask you until now, what do you call it, girl?"

The jumper smiled and said, "What about you?"

It's really fun. Until now, neither of them knows each other's names. Who exactly.

The rain is still falling, I don't know when it will stop, and there are no stars in the grassland. However, looking at her eyes, Yang Zhao seemed to have seen the night sky in Xining Town after the rain stopped, there was no trace of fog, it was dusty, and it was extremely bright because of the stars in the night sky, and it was a little panicked, so that there was no way to lie to these eyes.

The jumpsuit was also looking him in the eye. Those eyes are very clean and transparent, and they can clearly see themselves in them, and in the face of such eyes, it seems that they can only give honest answers.

The eyes are the windows to the soul. This is a famous saying, because it appears so many times in the world, so as long as it is not a child who has just been enlightened, no one will want to say it, and most of the time it will not be remembered. But at this time, they looked into each other's eyes and remembered this sentence.

But looking into each other's eyes, they decided to reveal who they really were. Because it means respect.

So their voices rang out at the same time.

"Taixumen, Yang Zhao. ”

"Witch Spirits, even the clothes are alive. ”

It was quiet in the night temple. There is only the sound of rain falling, and it is not annoying. Add to the calm.

Their voices are soft, and the tip of their tongues curls slightly. The tail note dragged gently, even if he said his own name, it seemed a little jerky, and it fell into the ears of the other party, and he felt that it was very good, the voice was good, and the name was good.

Now that the names are exchanging, what are we going to do next? The Rain Temple became quiet again.

"A game?" Jumper invited him by taking out a chessboard from nowhere.

He looked at the chessboard and knew that the other party was like himself and still hid many secrets, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Lian Yi also smiled to herself, they both knew that each other was not ordinary, but why bother to talk about those boring things, if you can't get out of this grassland, what is the importance of those things in the world? Yes, in life and death, except for enjoying life, nothing is important, but the important thing is ......

"I don't know how to play chess. Yang Zhao said with some shame, looking at her slightly disappointed expression, and added, "Or play something else?"

Lianyi thought to herself that if she wanted to play something else, she wouldn't, so if she didn't play chess, what could she do?

The long night was long, the cold rain was miserable, and it was not a good time to sleep, not to mention, she had slept enough time along the way.

Then there is only small talk, and there is no need to consume the spirit and body.

It's just that they're on the run now, not playing, so naturally they won't talk about some too in-depth questions, such as how many people are in your family? How are your parents? How old are you? Why are your eyes so good-looking? How long have you been practicing? ......

This was the first time they had chatted in the real sense, and they were cultivators, and they didn't know each other too well, so they had to talk about practice.

The practice here is a real practice, and it has nothing to do with the sour saying that life is a practice.

The bonfire in the rain temple illuminates the faces of the young man and woman, who have no idea what each other means to their lives.

This small talk that happened in the broken temple on a rainy night had a good atmosphere.

Every practitioner will encounter some difficult questions on the long path of cultivation, and those questions are closely related to their own situation, even the teacher is difficult to give answers, and it often takes a long time to figure it out, and the difficulty of those questions actually represents the level of the practitioner in a sense.

In this conversation about cultivation, Yang Zhao raised very difficult questions, the level was very high, Lianyi listened quietly most of the time, and occasionally said a few words, but those few words were always like a bonfire in the night, very eye-catching, illuminating the world in front of him and allowing him to see a new path.

This surprised him very much, and then admired it very much, this girl's knowledge in cultivation is unimaginable, like Su Nian and Qianye's cultivation talent is also extremely high, but compared with her, it is obviously a big difference, among the people he has seen in his life, there are only a few elders who can compare with her, or, the girl's original age is very large.

Because of the level of these cultivation questions and the strange angle of thinking, Yang Zhao also had a lot of admiration for him, thinking that among the younger generation of cultivators he had seen, except for a few peers, there was no younger generation who could match him, you must know that although the Star Hall has been inherited for an unknown amount of time, it has a profound heritage, and it has infinite scenery, but after all, it is in the outer world, unlike the human world, where he can access the latest knowledge in the cultivation world at any time, and he can actually have such insight and ability, which can only be said to be a gift.

The cold rain grew louder and louder outside the temple, the sound of conversation was suppressed softer and softer, the haystacks were baked warmer and warmer, and the two men sat against the wall at a distance of a foot, talking softly, occasionally thinking in silence for a moment, frowning slightly, and being illuminated by the firelight into interesting shapes, and then he made some kind of conjecture, and she said another possibility.

To be able to go from being unable to practice to becoming a relatively young Jindan realm in history in just over ten years, in addition to a few adventures in the "Purple Void Yellow Court True Scripture", Yang Zhao is of course also a genius of cultivation, you must know that there is absolutely no way to make a name for himself among everyone just by reading a lot of books and reading through the Dao Collection.

As for the life of the cloth, it is even more self-evident that the genius of the cultivation path, you must know that in the outer world, the clothes are also one of the youngest Heavenly Demon Sutras.

At this time, they know the true identity of the other party, and they have become more and more sure that the other party is a genius in practice, and geniuses are often lonely, because of the lack of people who can communicate equally in the spiritual world, this sentence seems a bit old-fashioned, but it is very true, all geniuses hope to be able to meet a companion, meet a conversation partner who can easily understand their meaning, and be able to discuss some issues with each other that are usually nowhere to be discussed, this is like itching somewhere behind you for many years, and suddenly someone reaches out and scratches it for you, this is scratching the itch, how can you be uncomfortable？

The conversation grew more and more pleasant, and even the eyes of the calm and self-contained jumpsuit grew brighter.

Until late at night, Yang Zhao put forward a somewhat rebellious idea, saying that it was possible to replace the effect of thinning the meridians with the space between the spleen, which made Lianyi ponder for a long time, and when she just thought of a certain possibility, she suddenly felt a slight heaviness on her shoulders, and then smelled a very faint breath.

Looking at Yang Zhao, who was sleeping soundly on her shoulder, she was stunned, and there was a slight annoyance in her eyes.

She doesn't like to be approached by men, let alone such an intimate posture, along the way, she was carried by Yang Zhao, which already made her feel extremely burdened, not to mention, Yang Zhao had seen his body, and the other party actually leaned over at this time.

She stretched out her finger and slowly pressed it against Yang Zhao's eyebrows, ready to push him away, but she didn't know why, but she didn't use force.

The sound of snoring like thunder resounded through the old temple, and it actually suppressed the sound of rain outside.

Lian Yi looked at Yang Zhao who was sleeping, and remembered that he was extremely sleepy all the way, as long as he had time, he was basically sleeping with his eyes closed, which should be a side effect of the witch spirit tree in his body...... Tonight must be no exception, he should have been sleepy before, but he has been talking to her, which makes her feel a little warm.

At the same time, she still felt a little ashamed, this was the first time she was so close to a man.

Of course, she had been on his back for several days, but ^ that was a last resort, that was the cause of the injury, that was from the right...... In short, she had countless ways to excuse herself and find excuses, but now, she couldn't find an excuse, he just leaned on her shoulder, his eyebrows were close to her eyes, and it was extremely clear.

The big sisters in the Hall of Stars always say that stinky men, stinky men, he doesn't stink much, he doesn't smell much.

Well, for your sake, and I'm too badly injured to move, so I'll let you go.

Thinking like this, Yang Zhao withdrew her fingers, and then she closed her eyes, ready to fall asleep with the night rain, but until a long time ago, her eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

I don't know if it's because he's snoring too loudly or because of something else. (To be continued......)