Grass and Trees of the Master of Demon Dao

This place is near the mass grave, and it is not easy to find a doctor. Song Lan walked all the way with Xue Yang on his back, and his complexion became darker and darker. Xiao Xingchen glanced back at him and said softly, "Daoist Song, you I’ve carried it all the way, why don’t I carry this young master instead.”

Song Lan frowned slightly, shook his head, and walked towards the ruined temple down the mountain.

"If this is a young master from the Lanling Jin Sect, it is reasonable to send him back to Jinlin Terrace. It's just that this young master is seriously injured. If he is not treated in time, he may suffer from a chronic illness that will hinder his cultivation." Xiao Xingchen sighed, walked by Song Lan's side, and said helplessly, "I'm afraid there might be a change here, so I can't leave for the time being. Otherwise, if there is a change, it will definitely hurt the villagers, so we can't just sit idly by."

Song Lan nodded slightly. He could almost feel the sticky, bloody smell behind him. He couldn't bear such a feeling.

When Xiao Xingchen met Xue Yang that day, he also saw that Xue Yang was seriously injured, so he carried him back to Yizhuang, and only then did the right and wrong happened later. Now that Xue Yang is dead, but seeing this person seriously injured today, Xiao Xingchen It is impossible not to save his temper, so Song Lan had no choice but to carry this person on his own.

After all, Xue Yang was Xiao Xingchen's sore spot. The unreasonable coincidence of the scene just now and the scene eight years ago inevitably brought up Xiao Xingchen's sadness.

"I'm afraid there is no doctor here. This young master's injury needs to be treated as soon as possible. It's still raining now, so we can only go to the temple to take shelter from the rain and heal." Xiao Xingchen looked up at the sky, and estimated that the rain would be short-lived. Can't stop.

Behind them, Jin Guangyao was standing by the tree, wearing a robe of Venus Snow Waves. The robe was wet in the rain, and the color was slightly dark. The dilapidated palace is a mass grave, the Temple of Fumo.

Even though there was no one around, Jin Guangyao still put on a humble smile and said in a low voice, "Ah, it will be soon."

No matter what Xue Yang wanted to do, whether it was revenge on Xiao Xingchen or killing Xiao Xingchen, Jin Guangyao would not interfere in his affairs. What Jin Guangyao wanted was the Yinhu Talisman!

Amidst the wind and rain, the three of Xiao Xingchen finally reached the ruined temple. There had been no incense and offerings in it, and it was so dilapidated that it could barely be used as a shelter from the rain.

Song Lan put Xue Yang on the ground. The place was in a mess, and there was no clean place to be found.

Xiao Xingchen walked over and squatted down. At this time, the sky was dark, and he couldn't see clearly in the ruined temple. He didn't know where he bumped into. Xue Yang let out a cry of pain, and his whole body flinched slightly.

"Did I hurt you?" Xiao Xingchen withdrew his hand and carefully stroked Xue Yang's wound, "But your wound needs to be dealt with as soon as possible, so bear with it, okay? It will be fine soon."

He had just checked and found out that the young man in front of him had injured his leg. He might have to lie down for ten days and a half months to heal his leg. This made him feel a bit complicated. , also legs.

"I hurt...it hurts..." Xue Yang closed his eyes, and seemed to be crying out for pain unconsciously. Xiao Xingchen was taken aback, and realized that this person was different from Xue Yang. It seemed that he had never snorted, and even when Shuanghua was out of the sheath and the blade pierced his belly that day, Xue Yang had never frowned.

Why do you always think of that person?

Xiao Xingchen's heart throbbed slightly, Xue Yang was already dead, don't think about it, no matter how great the hatred and resentment were, they would disappear with life and death.

His mind was flustered, his hands became flustered, and the unconscious man under him snorted in pain again. Seeing this, Song Lan stepped up and walked over. He bent down and was about to take the medicine in Xiao Xingchen's hand. Knowing that he hadn't touched Xiao Xingchen's hand, he was blocked by someone. When he raised his eyes, he saw the person who should have been unconscious. He suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him for a moment. Scalp tingling.

Song Lan was about to draw his sword subconsciously, but saw the man fell straight down, looking weak and powerless, pulling Xiao Xingchen's sleeve with one hand, his eyes were dim, he didn't see the evil and surly just now, but he seemed Very well-behaved.

"Prince Daoist...I feel pain..." He was as angry as a gossamer, but his hands were tightly clutching Xiao Xingchen's sleeves, unwilling to let go.

Song Lan saw that he seemed to be affectionate, but the surly and strange look in his eyes just now really made him feel uneasy. He walked over and wanted to keep Xiao Xingchen away from this person. He had already met Xue Yang's heinous person. Senior, now he doesn't want to have any entanglement with such a person.

Xiao Xingchen also found it difficult to be caught in the middle. He tugged at his sleeve, but he couldn't pull it out from the young man's hand, so he could only sigh helplessly, "If you hold my sleeve like this, I will How else can I treat your injury? You have to take a good look at the injury on this leg, it cannot be underestimated."

"As soon as I put down my sleeves, the Taoist priest is about to leave. Taoist priest, there are many walking corpses around here. I haven't finished cleaning them up yet. I can't let these walking corpses hurt people. Please ask the Taoist priest to heal my wounds. I must be grateful." Do it all." Xue Yang moved a little closer calmly, and he spoke affectionately, seemingly sweetly.

Xiao Xingchen couldn't help it, so he could only comfort him, "I won't leave. Since I met a walking corpse this time, I will never let it go. However, it's really rare for a young master to have the heart to kill a walking corpse. .”

"The Taoist priest didn't ask me who I am? Why did I suffer such a serious injury?" Xue Yang chuckled, and didn't let go of Xiao Xingchen's sleeve, but clenched it tighter, "The Taoist priest is so hasty. If you save me, you won't be afraid that I'm plotting something wrong, am I a man who is motivated by money?"

These words were too familiar, Xiao Xingchen's hand trembled, and happened to touch Xue Yang's calf, his expression didn't change, but he let out a muffled snort, Xiao Xingchen immediately reacted, and immediately acted lightly for him. wrap the wound.

"If you want to say it, you will say it. The young master's golden star snow wave robe must belong to someone from the Lanling Jin family? I don't know if there is any relationship with the elders in the family..."

Before Xiao Xingchen finished speaking, Xue Yang's face darkened for a moment, his dark eyes flashed, and then he smiled again, leaning against Xiao Xingchen, and said with a smile in his voice, "I have asked him to go back first, I am here There's still important things to do, so now... it's just me here."

"Is...is that so?" For some reason, Xiao Xingchen saw Xue Yang's shadow on this young man, although they were clearly two different people. His hands and feet felt cold, and he stood up, "It's already bandaged Don't move in the next few days."

He didn't wait for Xue Yang's answer, so he turned around and walked out, but Xue Yang grabbed his sleeves, turned his head and looked at Xue Yang helplessly, Xue Yang let go of his sleeves with a smile, lay down on the straw, and opened his eyes wide. Looking at the top of the temple, it is really a ruined temple, and there is a big hole in it.

Interesting, a living Daoist, a living Xiao Xingchen, it's so interesting, if Song Lan wasn't still by his side, Xue Yang would burst out laughing, is there anything more interesting than this?

Those who have been looking forward to it for eight years can finally hear him speak again.

Song Lan stared at Xue Yang for a while, then turned and walked aside, leaning against the dilapidated door, still staring at Xue Yang from the corner of his eye, he had a familiar feeling from this person.

But it's impossible, that damned person is already dead, utterly dead.

Xue Yang listened to the sound of footsteps fading away, and the corners of Xue Yang's lips raised into a sly smile, his two small canine teeth were exposed a little, his eyes were sinister and surly, he licked the corners of his lips slightly, then turned his head to stare at Xiao Xingchen standing The back view outside the door.

He sighed in his heart, the Taoist priest didn't bring candy anymore, usually the Taoist priest would put candy in his sleeve, but today he didn't have any, his legs hurt a little, he wanted to eat candy a little bit.

The author has something to say:

Don't whitewash for La Jiyang, he is him, there is no need to whitewash, I just like him like this!

The character belongs to Moxiang, and the ooc belongs to me!

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