When the purple scales indulged in this wonderful feeling, a faint smell of blood entered the purple scales' nose. The smell of blood was still fresh, and it didn't smell like it had been a long time, it was thought to be the blood that had just been shed.

This is also the difference between cultivators and ordinary people, and some things that are difficult for ordinary people to wipe can be found.

Purple Scales can judge that this is not human blood, but more like the blood of a monster, and it is an average level monster, just a little higher than the monster who has just opened his spiritual wisdom, and the cultivation of Purple Scale's current Qi Sea Realm is almost the same.

Purple Scale was also very curious, in this big city, there was actually an injured monster, I don't know what kind of monster it was, it could survive in this city with many cultivators.

The purple scales slowly traced in the direction from which the smell of blood came.

After walking through two main streets, and then an alley, the smell of blood was becoming more and more obvious, and there were many other smells in between, such as musty, rancid food, and a lot of garbage.

Purple Scale wrinkled his nose, although the smell of blood here was stronger than before, it was still difficult to detect compared to other smells, and here, it was difficult to detect the smell of blood among the many odors. It's hard for even cultivators to find out, and only people like Purple Scale, who used to be a monster and are particularly sensitive to taste, can find out.

Purple Scales probably hid in a nearby garbage heap after a certain monster was injured, and the only one who could hurt the monster was a cultivator.

Purple Scales slowly walked towards the depths, and sure enough, there was a small garbage dump inside, and the garbage from several nearby communities was concentrated here, and there would be garbage trucks to haul the garbage away in the morning.

In the corner of the garbage heap, Purple Scale finally found a white hairball, if it weren't for the smell of blood and life fluctuations coming from above, Purple Scale really couldn't find it.

The furball was the size of a football and had white hair, but parts of it had been stained red with blood. When a normal animal breathes, its stomach will float gently with the breath, but this hairball will float for a long time, very slightly, and its breathing is already very weak.

Purple Scale walked over, and did not rush to check the hairball, and when it was three steps away, carefully observed, and once again confirmed that it had been injured, its breathing was weak, and it was not aggressive, Purple Scale gently took the hairball out.

This is a monster with pure white hair, the head is like a fox, but it also looks like a cat, the tail is big, the hair is very soft, and it is very comfortable to touch, is this a tanuki? Purple Scale has seen very few animals, basically all of them have heard of it, and I can't help but guess in my heart.

The furball also seemed to feel that someone was holding it out, and gently opened its eyes to take a look, and when it saw that Purple Scale was a person he had never seen before, its hair stood up slightly, and its eyes showed vigilance and hostility.

But soon the hair fell back on its stomach, it was too weak, and its breathing was very weak, let alone doing anything else. There was a hint of despair in its eyes.

Purple Scale found that the tanuki had a cut on his leg and waist, which was a sharp weapon that cut the flesh at one time, and it kept bleeding.

It is difficult to cut the fur of a monster, and even if it is injured, it is impossible to stop the bleeding and recover. Purple Scales gently probed the tanuki's body with spiritual power, and found that around the tanuki's wounds, there was a spiritual power that prevented the wound from recovering. This spiritual power gives people a very sharp taste, as if anything can be split.

"That's it, since we met, I'll help you!" Purple Scale sighed in her heart, still unable to bear to watch this tanuki die like this. Gently run the True Qi and transmit the True Qi to the Tanuki's wound and help him consume the spiritual power on it.

From the sharp smell of that spiritual power, Purple Scale knew that the strength of the person who injured the tanuki was definitely higher than his own, and only with the true qi that had been transformed into a water attribute could he immediately eliminate that spiritual power.

When the purple scale transmitted the true qi into the tanuki's body, his eyes lit up suddenly, and it felt a stream of true qi like a stream of water, gathering towards the wound and eliminating the spiritual power that remained on the wound.

Soon, the spiritual power on the wound was eliminated, and there was not much left on it after all. The tanuki's wound began to close quickly, and it no longer bleeds.

Purple Scale stopped inputting his true qi, his true qi had no healing effect, but after eliminating the spiritual power remaining on the wound, it could not cure the tanuki's wound, and the rest had to rely on the tanuki to recover on its own, "I can only help you so much." ”

The tanuki whispered softly and nodded, expressing his gratitude to Purple Scales, and looking at Purple Scales' eyes, it was no longer vigilant and hostile, but a kind of gratitude. It could sense that Purple Scale had no ill will towards it.

Without the hindrance of those spiritual powers, the tanuki can recover from its injuries quickly, although it bleeds too much, but as long as it recupers well for a while.

Purple Scale was about to ask if the tanuki had a place to live and if he wanted to go to his place to recuperate for a while, when a nice voice did take the lead in questioning Purple Scale.

"Xiaobai, how are you? A beautiful girl said as she snatched the tanuki from Purple Scale's hand, and then gently hugged her in her arms, as if she were afraid that Purple Scale would snatch the tanuki over.

This is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, wearing a pair of very old canvas shoes on her feet, and the jeans she wears are also a little white, it seems that they have been washed for too long, and there are some holes on them, I don't know if they are worn out, or if the style is like this. The white coat is a bit small, although the clothes can wrap the girl's body, but the sleeves on the arms that can't cover the wrists indicate that the clothes are no longer suitable for the little girl.

The little girl has no decoration on her head, and she has not put on makeup, and her plain face cannot affect her beautiful face, delicate little face, and she is staring at the purple scales with hatred at this time, because she also discovered the injury of the tanuki, and the originally slightly angry eyes have turned into a look of deep hatred.

If gaze could kill, Purple Scale would have been killed a thousand times.

"How can you be like this, Xiaobai is so cute, you can't bear to hurt it, do you still have sympathy, you are really a bad person, a bad person!" The little girl's voice was as good as Huang Ying, but she didn't give Zi Liang a chance to explain, and after finishing speaking, she ran away with the tanuki in her arms.

The tanuki wanted to struggle up and explain something to the little girl, but the little girl gently pressed her head, "Don't move, take care of your injuries." The tanuki had no choice but to be carried away by the little girl.

Purple Scale didn't want to explain anything, for him, saving the tanuki was the same as the people in the car accident he saved before, he was a passerby, and he didn't need to prove anything, as long as he had a clear conscience.

Shortly after the tanuki was carried away, its fur suddenly stood on end again, but it quickly recovered and curled up in a ball again. It's just that its breath is lighter, and it hopes to hide its breath better.

The little girl also noticed the state of the tanuki and asked softly, "Is the person who injured you chasing after you?"

The tanuki nodded slightly, and buried her head in the little girl's body again.

And the little girl ran faster, as if she was afraid of being overtaken. But he was complaining in his heart, when he just grabbed Xiaobai, he didn't react, and thought he didn't care, but now he ran away and caught up again, he was really a hateful person.

What the tanuki didn't know was that the little girl thought that Purple Scale was the one who hurt it, and thought that it was Purple Scale who was chasing her. If Purple Scale knew her image in the little girl's heart, she would probably be depressed to death.

At this time, Purple Scales also found that there was a cultivator approaching. Others couldn't directly perceive a cultivator, but Purple Scales could.

When the cultivator approached, Purple Scale found that it was a boy about the same age as herself, who still had a very refined flat head in the winter, and his face was as lean as a knife, and he was indeed a little cold. Wearing very casual casual clothes, he was also like Mao Mao, carrying a black backpack, but unfortunately he didn't hold another compass in his hand, otherwise Zi Yan would definitely think that this would be Mao Mao's junior brother.

Purple Scales is looking at this boy, and this boy is also looking at Purple Scales.

He couldn't tell if Purple Scale was a cultivator, but he felt that it was strange for Purple Scale to appear here as a sunny boy, and suddenly, he walked quickly to Purple Scale's side, and bent down on Purple Scale's chest and sniffed repeatedly.

Purple Scale was taken aback by his sudden action, and hurriedly took a few steps back, clasping his hands around his chest, could it be that this boy is the kind of person in Lin Xiaoyu's mouth, Purple Scale thought of it was a chill, and quickly said vigilantly, "What are you going to do, tell you, I'm not interested in men." ”

When the boy heard Purple Scale's words, he suddenly didn't know how to speak, but in his heart, a crow flew by with a row of black dots, and called twice halfway, "Quack...... Ga ......"

"You have the smell of a tanuki on your body, where has that tanuki gone?" the boy was silent for a while, and while Purple Scales was thinking, he asked such a sentence.

It turned out that he was looking for a tanuki, and Purple Scales put his mind at ease, as long as he didn't take a fancy to himself.

"The tanuki was taken away by a little girl. Purple Scales said truthfully.

"In which direction have they gone, and how long have they been walking?" the boy asked again.

Purple Scales felt a tight heart, this cultivator, could it be that he injured the tanuki, Purple Scales looked at this boy again. This boy has a cool face, does not smile, has cautious eyes, and seems to be calm about everything. The whole person has a sharp momentum, like a snow-hidden sword, if it is unsheathed, it will definitely see blood.

By the way, it is this momentum, the spiritual power on the wound of the tanuki Xiaobai, there is also such an aura. Purple Scale was finally sure that the boy was the one who injured the tanuki.

Since Purple Scale saved the tanuki, he naturally wouldn't tell him the whereabouts of the tanuki, and couldn't help but persuade, "God has the virtue of a good life, and that tanuki has already been seriously injured, so why do you have to chase after it?"

"Sonorous ......" There was a soft sound of the sword unsheathed, and a short sword had already stabbed with purple scales.