The fast-traveling girl has no feelings for her

Chapter 468 Immortal Master Disciple Is A Little Stable ([-])

Even if Kui Niu's neck has some flaws, people who can cut off the neck of this kind of beast are rare, right?

Could it be that this woman is already a monk at the Golden Core stage?

Before Fu Jie could think about it, Lin Shu, who succeeded with one blow, took advantage of the smell of Kui Niu's blood to be completely peeled off with her own special knife. down.

Feeling a little hungry after it was over, she cut another large piece of beef shank, pulled a few large plantain leaves to wrap the meat, and then stuffed it into a mustard bag and put it away.

Her series of actions from launching a surprise attack to skinning and leaving, almost only happened in a short period of time.

The speed was unbelievably fast, as if she had calculated all this in her mind countless times.

After doing all this, Lin Shu turned around and jumped a few times before disappearing into the dense forest.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't say a word.

Maung Wushuang, who also saw this scene, saw that his senior brother was still staring at the backs of others, and said with a somewhat sarcastic expression, "Senior brother, I think this female cultivator is a bit powerful... Otherwise, I won't treat my sister Mao Wudi Forced it to you?"

Fu Jie, who was thinking about Lin Shu's possible origin, almost laughed angrily when he heard this.

His younger brother is unparalleled in appearance. Apart from gagging and bluffing, he also has a hobby of finding a partner for his younger sister. He always wants to recruit a younger sister-in-law.

As a senior brother, Fu Jie, if his wish of being unparalleled in appearance is fulfilled, wouldn't he call him big brother in the future?
Isn't this just short of the opponent?
Although that invincible is indeed a gorgeous little pepper, but Fu Jie, who consciously can't bear the grace of a beauty, has never agreed to this matter so far.

Now that Wang Wushuang suddenly brought up this matter, he was probably afraid that he would "see the difference and change his mind"!
Thinking clearly about this, he snorted coldly from his nasal cavity.

"Don't try to talk nonsense with me about these things. The Nanli mink that was supposed to be acquired today was lost in your hands. You can't even escape from this pot."

"Come on tomorrow, you follow the method I used today to squat and guard, and it's up to you to catch Nanli Mink, and find a way to find Nanli Mink's Tail Grass!"

When he heard that his senior brother had assigned him such a difficult task, his face instantly collapsed again.

When Fu Jie saw this, he couldn't bear it, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, "Okay, let's save tomorrow's matter for tomorrow. It's going to be dark, we have to hurry up in the woods Find a place to rest for the night.”

Wang Wushuang nodded upon hearing this.

The pair of apprentice brothers soon entered the dense forest and disappeared after a while.

At this time, the night has come quietly, it is like a huge dark bowl, upside down on the land.

Falling into a dark forest, the night wind gradually picked up, and there was the sound of wind and grass moving everywhere.

In the darkness, some murderous intent that cannot be seen during the day is brewing.

Somewhere in the forest, the young man who was walking in front of a dilapidated stone house in the forest suddenly stopped.

He raised his head and looked around at the pitch-black environment around him, and said, "Just stop here. Let's rest here tonight."

"Yes, son."

The maid who had been following him and carrying a large bookcase responded crisply.

She put the lantern she was carrying all the way on the ground first, then put down the big bookcase behind her, took out a picture scroll from inside, and slowly spread it out on the ground.

Inside the painting, a solid room with an airtight exterior is drawn.

The furnishings in the house, from tables and chairs to beds, are all available.

When the maid unfolded the scroll, the house in the painting seemed to come alive completely, and she, who was standing there, together with the young nobleman, were enveloped in the house.

On the table in the room, a bright lamp was burning.

But the outside of the house is airtight, and it also cuts off the breath of the people in the house.

Even if there were ferocious beasts in the forest passing by, unless they happened to bump into this room, they would not be able to perceive that there were two big living people hiding inside.

Inside the room, the handsome maid is serving her young master to wash up.

After scrubbing his face, the young gentleman suddenly said, "I look at the scenery when I walked on the road today, and if I get something in my heart, I want to paint."

The maid was startled when she heard this.

After a while, she answered "yes" softly, then turned around and went to the desk in the room, and put all the pens, ink, papers and inkstones on the table back to their positions.

For example, the son is left-handed, so the pen rest must be placed on his left hand side.

The most important ink in painting is also inseparable from her.

After taking out the rosin inkstone that my son loves most and pouring ink into it, the maid brought a sharp knife and a green leaf.

With her left hand, she untied the crimson ribbon wrapped around her right arm, revealing a long scar under the ribbon.

The scar, twisted like a brown reptile, looked so shocking on her arm, which was as white as a lotus root.

Looking at the scar, the maid didn't hesitate much.

She picked up the knife and cut it gently on the original scar.

Soon, the hot bright red blood snaked down her wrist, and a string of drops fell into the inkstone, causing the top-quality ink inside to instantly emit a strange fragrance. .

The young man who walked to the desk at some point closed his eyes as soon as he smelled the strange fragrance mixed with the fragrance of ink, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

It's no wonder that every spirit painter must have a maid with spirit blood by his side.

This is because only their hot blood can be used to prepare high-quality painting ink!

After opening his eyes again, the young man didn't even look at the maid who bled him, but picked up the spiritual brush on the left pen holder and started to paint.

Not daring to disturb his maid, he quietly picked up the emerald green leaf and stuck it to the wound he had just inflicted.This leaf can quickly stop the bleeding.

But the maid knew in her heart that although the leaf could stop the bleeding, it couldn't heal the hideous scar on her arm, let alone her heart that was already hopeless for the person in front of her.

She knew that even if she died immediately in front of the young master, there would be no trace of pity in his eyes when he looked at her.

But even so, she still refused to give up the love in her heart.

For her, the love for the son is all she has.

Perhaps most of the women in the world are as stupid as she is, trapped in love, willing to give their all for a man, even if it is to give everything?

The lights on the table flickered slightly, and the people in front of the table were drawing with their heads down.

The maid not far away looked at him quietly, in her hazy eyes, there was an indescribable tenderness.

(End of this chapter)