The strategy of the host of fast travel depends on recklessness

Chapter 117

In fact, Chi Changsheng is very weak now. Under the drag of her body, she still uses her extraordinary willpower to use her mental power to control 'Zhi Qing', but she needs to sleep for a while afterwards.

Ji stared at the long knife deeply, as if he wanted to imprint it in his soul, the soul fire in his eyes became more active.

Some things can only be touched when you see them again with your own eyes. In retrospect, it's like every memory is locked in a black box, and only the key related to it can be opened.

He remembered, that person held a silver blade and knelt half-kneeled in front of him who was still young, a pair of eyes different from anyone he had ever seen was unreservedly displayed in front of him, and the human body was usually dark. , the demon cultivator is blood-red, and the monster race maintains the original pupil color. She is a human cultivator, but she has a pair of gem-like light blue eyes with a slight green glow, which is very beautiful, but in the eyes of human cultivators, the appearance Anyone who is different from them is a different kind, whether he or she.

But different from him, she is very strong, her powerful strength and indifferent temperament make her stay away from the troubles of the world, and take him out of the hell on earth with her slender and slender hands. Very thick cocoon, rough and warm, pulling his little muddy hand, the strength is very gentle but firm, full of security, making people nostalgic.

The memory fragment ended here, and Ji Jiu couldn't recover from that memory for a long time. He looked down at his raised hand, which was pale and strong, and very clean. In the cold air, his movements were mechanical and sluggish, like a short-circuited robot.

"lonely."

Chi Changsheng's muffled voice woke him up. He looked back, only to find that his own black shadow had tightly surrounded her, and he could only see a black sphere. Without changing his face, he withdrew into the black Shadow hugged the man himself.

Her mental state is not very good, and she is lifeless. It is obviously not wise to let such a fragile person who seems to be dying in the next second stay beside the god of death who has a strong breath of death. I understand, who would want to find that the god of death is always by his side when he is wandering between life and death, just like saying 'I'll wait for you to die', but even so, Ji will never let go, death will never come again separated them, but would reunite them and never separate them.

He looked at the alien beast Snow Leopard who was tentatively approaching. The long knife had disappeared, but Ji could feel that it had returned to Chi Changsheng, but no one could see or touch it except Chi Changsheng. Only those who have experienced death can see the god of death, so no matter in An Zixun's eyes or Snow Leopard's eyes, what they see is Chi Changsheng alone, and Chi Changsheng's state at this time can be said to be extremely poor.

She has a fever.

After forcibly manipulating the long knife with mental power.

The snow leopard was still vigilantly approaching step by step with its body lowered to the ground. Ji couldn't feel its hostility, and it didn't seem like it was treating Chi Changsheng as its prey. He also kept watching, but the black shadow was already waiting at his feet. And move, as long as there is some trouble, it will jump and bite.

Chi Changsheng's consciousness has been blurred, and all she can see in her increasingly dim eyesight is a vast expanse of whiteness. When she wakes up again, she is under an abandoned building in the city, surrounded by warmth and fur, the wooden tree in front of her. A flame was burning on the pile, exuding heat, and an iron pot was placed on the flame, and the pot was gurgling and steaming.

"You're awake! The fever has subsided, so it's great!" The boy in a thick cotton coat was stirring the pot with a spoon, and seeing her wake up, his face was overjoyed.

"Roar!" Probably thinking that his voice was too loud, Chi Changsheng heard the big group of furry he was leaning against let out a low roar, and took a closer look, and saw that the snow-white fur with gray and black markings was placed on her body. The long tail of the snow leopard, whoever it is.

Chi Changsheng got up slowly, looked around but found no trace of Ji, but his cloak was still draped over her body, isolating the constant coldness.

"An Zixun." In the original owner's memory, this boy was called An Zixun.

Hearing her voice, the young man froze slightly, pulled out a dry smile, and abruptly changed the topic, "Wait a minute, the porridge will be ready later, the ingredients are all from Mr. 'ghost' that I can't see. Came here, was Changsheng also saved by that person? What a blessing, I am so lucky to meet such kind-hearted people in this world."

"He's Death."

The boy's voice stopped abruptly, but Chi Changsheng stopped talking too much. Looking at the steaming bowl of porridge in the pot, the sliced ​​fresh mushrooms exuded an attractive aroma. She also found wolfberry in it. Jujubes, as well as ginseng that are not young, in this situation where plants all over the world are alienated, there may still be work on goji berries and red dates, but it is impossible to have fresh mushrooms of normal size.

Chi Changsheng can be sure that these ingredients are provided by System 1010. With the temperament of System 1010, most of them have already bought a lot of health-preserving ingredients. Even if she can't take the recovery potion in the first three days, she can eat medicinal food. Make sure that the system 1010 should also be cooking food now.

Sabi was probably used as a cover.

Sure enough, after a while, a bowl of warm fresh chicken soup appeared in front of Chi Changsheng, and the system 1010 was completely undisguised.

"Where did Mr. Death get the chicken soup? It's so good!" An Zixun couldn't believe it. The bowl of coconut chicken soup that smelled extremely delicious was clear and mild. Judging from the many years of experience of his young master of the An family, he knew it was from this bowl. Chef's hand.

Look, there's an excellent cover.

Knowing that Ji was not there, Chi Changsheng picked up the bowl of chicken soup and looked at him, "Do you want to drink it?"

An Zixun's saliva had been flooding for a long time, but he looked at the sallow and emaciated Chi Changsheng, swallowed his saliva, shook his head, suppressed the hunger in his stomach, lowered his head and focused on the porridge still cooking in the pot and said , "You drink."

"Do you want to eat?" Chi Changsheng, who seemed to be asking casually, turned to look at Miss Snow Leopard who was leaning against him. Yes, this is a female snow leopard. I don't know if it is because she has been a cat all her life. recognized its gender.

Miss Snow Leopard didn't know what an image was at all, and the saliva had already flowed out, dripping patter on the gray-black concrete floor. Hearing Chi Changsheng's question, it immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, as if afraid that Chi Changsheng would regret it. She looked at Chi Changsheng with shining blue eyes, and Chi Changsheng was not the kind of person who would regret it. She took out the chicken legs from the bowl that were obviously carefully added by System 1010 and handed it to Snow Leopard.

An Zixun regretted it. Now he is greedy for the chicken leg that was eaten by the snow leopard. The mist in his eyes is not the hot mist rising from the pot, but tears of regret brought about by his saliva. An Zixun even has a feeling that this is his childhood sweetheart. revenge for his feelings.

Even without communication, when the piece of chicken leg was swallowed whole by Miss Snow Leopard, Chi Changsheng seemed to have heard System 1010's grief-stricken cries. Of course, this was just her imagination. She doesn't know how to shout, at most she calls her name helplessly.

Seeing the snow leopard licking his lips eagerly, Chi Changsheng rubbed its head. The feeling of stroking a big cat is more than twice or twice better than being a cat.

(End of this chapter)