If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Although Song Chuyi was in a coma, his consciousness was awake.

It's just that he can't see or hear, but that doesn't stop him from thinking in his mind.

[That three-headed dog is so handsome! 】

[It would be very cool if I could ride it out. 】

[Damn it, why did I faint? 】

Si Yuanye:......

A stupid apprentice who can't calm down even if he's in a coma.

He lowered his eyes, and the black sword had disappeared, leaving only a faint black lingering on his fingertips.

In a flash of white light, Si Yuanye's figure had disappeared, leaving only the Maine Coon cat squatting with its front paws together.

The air in the cave didn't smell good, and the smell of blood and stench from the three-headed dogs made the unpleasant smell even stronger.

Si Yuanye walked up to Song Chuyi and swept his furry tail across his face.

Song Chuyi hasn't woken up yet.

So the white tail rested on Song Chuyi's nose, blocking the possibility of him breathing.

Song Chuyi felt vaguely that he couldn't breathe. His body reacted faster than his brain and opened his mouth.

A hairy mouth.

He couldn't hold it back, so he bit it in one bite and opened his eyes at the same time.

For a moment, he met a pair of dark green pupils.

Song Chuyi even saw the word "speechless" on Xiaobai's face.

"Bah, bah, bah." Song Chuyi let go of Xiaobai's tail, "Xiaobai, you are losing some hair."

He stroked the furry tail and felt a little worried.

"Xiaobai, you won't become a bald cat in the future, right?"

"That would be a little ugly."

Xiaobai raised his paw and covered Song Chuyi's mouth.

Song Chuyi squeezed the flesh pad, passed his hand through his belly, and held him in his arms.

The smell of blood in the air was so overwhelming that he couldn't ignore it.

He picked up his sword and stood up.

"The three-headed dog is dead."

"it's a pity."

At this time, Shan Wen in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly spoke, [Little guy, the blood of the three-headed dog is one of the raw materials for refining the Resurrection Pill. You can collect them. 】

Song Chuyi responded, "Okay, grandpa, are the other parts of the three-headed dog useless?" 】

Single text: [Also useful. 】

He began to direct Song Chuyi to deal with the body of the three-headed dog.

Song Chu was chatting with Shan Wen while dealing with it.

[Grandpa, have you ever refined the Resurrection Pill? 】

[Yes, you are so good, you must have practiced. 】

[The teeth of this three-headed dog are so sharp that they can be sold. 】

…………

Si Yuanye sat aside and listened quietly to the conversation between Song Chuyi and the ray of soul in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He couldn't hear what the soul said, but he could hear Song Chuyi's answer.

These seemingly sparse and ordinary chats reminded him that the apprentice he had just taken over was distracted.

Recognize someone as your master in front of him, but still take him as a master in your eyes?

Si Yuanye's usually calm heart was rippled.

He opened his front paws, walked towards Song Chuyi, and squatted down behind him.

Song Chuyi lowered his head and saw a soft white touch on his lap.

He looked back and saw Xiaobai facing him sideways, but his tail was honestly placed on his lap, obviously relying on him.

Song Chuyi touched the tip of Xiaobai's tail and said, "Dad will take care of it soon, please wait a moment."

He sped up his movements and finally finished handling the body half an hour later.

After putting these processed materials into the space ring, he stood up with Xiaobai in his arms.

"Xiaobai, let's go!"

He carried the sword from the cave behind his back, held Xiaobai in his hands and walked out.

Then he wandered around the secret realm for a while, and then left the secret realm after finding no treasures.

When we returned to the thatched house, the sun was setting.

He looked up at the sky, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

Xiaobai squatted aside and looked at him.

The afterglow shone on Song Chuyi's body, covering him with a red light that was almost like blood.

It was not scary, but rather gentle. It seemed that even the afterglow was reluctant to leave a dirty color on his body.

But at this time, Si Yuanye felt that he was lonely.

His stupid apprentice is lonely.

The wind blew by, and the white shadow had disappeared.

After a breath, Si Yuanye dressed in white appeared behind Song Chuyi.

"What are you doing when you're not practicing sword practice?"

When Song Chu heard his master's voice, he jumped up.

"Master!"

His voice was loud and his beautiful eyes were shining, as if all the light was concentrated in his eyes.

"You come to me!"

"Still looking for Xiaobai?"

Song Chuyi looked around and couldn't find Xiaobai.

"It's strange, Xiaobai was still here just now."

Si Yuanye's eyes fell on Song Chuyi's eyes, his thin lips parted lightly, "Coming to find you."

"Eh?" Song Chuyi became more and more surprised, "Master, what do you want from me?"

"Practice the sword." Si Yuanye raised his right hand slightly, and a black sword appeared in his palm. "Since you think you are a genius, practice with me."

The words fall and the sword rises.

Song Chuyi had never seen such a fast sword. It was like a bolt of lightning in the dark night, striking straight at him.

He subconsciously held his small broken sword across his chest and blocked it.

The black sword collapsed at this moment, turning into black mist and rushing towards him.

Song Chuyi:?

He took another closer look and saw that the sword was still a sword, held in Si Yuanye's palm, and the blade made a "dang" sound when it collided with his broken sword.

"Master." He suddenly said, "What is your sword made of?"

Si Yuanye didn't respond to him and drew his sword again.

Song Chuyi quickly took two steps back and started fighting with him with his sword.

Si Yuanye, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, naturally didn't do anything cruel to Song Chuyi, who was in the Qi refining stage. He didn't even use his spiritual power.

Despite the situation, Song Chuyi still had a hard time resisting.

It was not aimed at Si Yuanye's sword moves, but at his sword.

There's something weird about that black sword.

After more than a dozen moves, Si Yuanye put away the black sword.

"Practice your sword well."

"Don't slack off."

Song Chuyi also put away his little broken sword and asked again: "Master, what is your sword made of? Tell me, and I will feed Xiaobai something delicious."

Si Yuanye glanced at him lightly, "Want to know?"

Song Chuyi nodded heavily, "Yeah!"

Si Yuanye's fingertips hanging on one side were faintly black, and he lowered his eyes, "I will tell you when you defeat me."

With Si Yuanye's words, Song Chuyi immediately became motivated and started practicing his sword day and night.

Of course, he has never forgotten the fact that he has to feed Yue Yecao five drops of blood every midnight.

Every night when he was practicing his sword, Xiaobai would always sit aside and watch him.

This made Song Chu fall in love with Xiaobai even more.

In the busy practice of sword practice, Song Chuyi had forgotten that he had sold elixirs before.

Little did they know that in Tianxuan City at this time, many monks almost turned the entire Tianxuan City upside down because of this elixir.