Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Since yesterday's negotiation between one person and one plant failed, the two have not spoken again, and the atmosphere has become tense.

Ying Chuyan wanted to talk, but saw that the other party was still listless, and the words seemed to be stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a word.

He is not a man of many words, but in this situation it would be a bit heartless for him to say nothing.

"No blood has been taken today."

Finally, the young man who was sitting cross-legged and meditating gave in. His voice was a little hoarse, as if it had been rubbed by gravel, and it sounded particularly harsh in the empty cave.

Aning then raised his head and took a look. His eyes met the young man's dark pupils. He stretched out his "hand" in retaliation and touched the opponent's fingertips hard. The blood flowing out was quickly absorbed by the branches and leaves, and the small flower buds were also exposed. It was a dazzling red color that was fleeting.

Taking blood this time was slightly different from before. Ying Chuyan frowned slightly and didn't say anything, just letting the other person do it.

It was because of his silence that after taking the blood, Aning was still not interested. However, his state seemed to be much more energetic than yesterday, and the aura around him was getting stronger.

Ying Chuyan stood up, walked to a flat rock and picked up the stone bowl placed on it. There was heavy morning dew at the bottom of the cliff, making it a good place to collect dew. The bowl had been left under the vines for one night and had already accumulated less than half of it. water.

The young man approached the green plants as usual, squatted down, and gently poured dew on the roots.

He had polished this bowl with the rocks in the cave a few days ago. After his spiritual power was restrained, he could only use simple spells. The palm-sized stone was hollowed out to form an arc, which was perfect for storing water.

Ying Chuyan had learned from her conversation with Aning that she liked morning dew, so she came up with the idea. After several days of watering, the soil around her never dried up again.

"Do you know what kind of flower you are?" Ying Chuyan reached out and twirled the leaves of the green plant, his expression unusually calm. He had asked this question last time, but he had not come to a conclusion at that time.

The appearance of the snake demon just confirmed that she was unusual.

"It is said that in ancient times, there was a strange plant called "Su Shu" that had the miraculous effect of regenerating human flesh and white bones. Outside its radius, there was a very aggressive vine growing."

"The stems are dark purple and extremely poisonous. They are known as Rakshasa ghost vines. However, both plants have disappeared for thousands of years. If they reappear in the world, they will definitely cause turmoil in the three worlds."

"You want to say that I am the legendary clover?" Aning raised the bud and looked at him.

"Yes, but I want to confirm it again."

The young man's eyes shone brightly in the slightly dim cave. He stared straight at Aning, as if he had seen through everything. The hand holding the leaf suddenly loosened and turned to the bottom of the stem.

"How to prove..."

Aning was at a loss. Before he finished speaking, he saw countless vines pouring out from all directions, like sharp blades in the wind.

The young man in white jumped up in front of her, and was restrained in the cave wall by vines. His limbs were tightly wrapped, and his tied hair poured down like a waterfall. A vine as thick as a baby's arm was entangled to Neck.

Ying Chuyan raised his head with difficulty and his eyes fell on Aning.

"Stop, stop!"

Just before the vines were about to entangle the person to death, Aning came to her senses and shouted hurriedly. For some reason, she felt a tightness in her heart, as if something was blocking her.

There was a brilliant glow in the cave, and the vines were still.

They each returned to their original positions, and Ying Chuyan was put down. He leaned against the stone wall behind him and panted, and said nonchalantly: "You see, only here can they protect you."

"My abilities are limited. Taking you out may not be able to protect you. The Three Realms are in turmoil now. If I learn that the rumored Su Xihua is born, it will definitely cause competition among many forces. Do you understand?"

The atmosphere in the cave was delicate. Aning looked at the pale young man opposite him with complicated expressions, unable to say a word.

After a long time, she said: "So, you just did that to show me? To make me give up the idea of ​​going out?"

"Yes." Ying Chuyan looked at her, "I'm not a good person, but you saved me twice. I don't want to hide some things from you. I just tell the truth. Going out will only make your situation worse. Danger."

When cultivating immortals, they like to use various kinds of immortal grass to refine elixirs to improve their cultivation. Nowadays, the immortal herbs are scarce, and all the major sects have begun to cultivate them on their own, but the cultivated immortal herbs are never as good as those that have received the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Conceived to be useful.

The fairy grass on the market today is even more expensive to buy, not to mention the legendary alfalfa. Not only people want to get this kind of top-notch fairy grass, but even demons covet it.

Aning felt lonely for no reason. She hung her flower buds in despair, pondered for a moment, and said in a crying voice: "I understand what you said."

Slight sobbing gradually sounded in the cave.