I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Qi Mo only heard this sentence, and Ning Buliu stopped talking, and instead heard the whistling wind brought by the running wildly.

After thinking about it, Qi Mo sat down where he was.

He described the scene here to Ning Buliu, and told him that there were many white pebbles on both sides of the stream, so that he would not go to the wrong place.

Ning Buliu naturally knew how to measure, his speed was very fast, Qi Mo heard the sound of branches breaking from his side, and probably he was running while stepping on a tree.

This time is estimated to be a long time, so Qi Mo took out the shark egg again and let it enjoy the rare stream full of aura.

The merman's egg shook in Qi Mo's hand, and Qi Mo released a trace of spiritual energy and fed it to him.

This matter seems to be going very smoothly.

Qi Mo even felt a little comfortable.

As a result, at this moment, Ning Buliu let out a cry of pain!

Qi Mo: "!"

He also felt the pain from Ning Buliu's body, which hurt his abdomen, and there was even a slight burning sensation at the wound, and he felt that it was extremely poisonous.

Ning Buliu gritted his teeth, and his voice was ruthless: "It's you... lackeys again!"

The two words before the running dog were too vague for Qi Mo to hear clearly.He lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, his long eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Soon there was the sound of swords and swords intersecting. As usual, the large group of people said nothing, but desperately slashed at Ning Buliu with their sharp blades. Qi Mo didn't recognize it for several days. Find out who these people are from.

This time, this group of people came prepared, and Qi Mo felt more and more pain in his body, and the pain was intertwined, and there was almost no place that felt good.

Ning Buliu still gritted his teeth and carried it hard. While running, he turned his head to receive the attack from behind, extremely embarrassed.

Qi Mo sighed lowly, and said: "Don't flow, just come to the little monk."

Ning Buliu tried his best to resist, his mouth smelled of blood, he said: "Seven golden pills...can you bear it!"

Qi Mo said: "Amitabha, of course it is possible."

Ning Buliu heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Okay!"

He stopped responding, speeded up, and rushed towards Qi Mo.

Qi Mo put the merman's egg into his arms and protected it carefully, for fear that it would fall, he stood up and waited for Ning Buliu to come over.

The secret realm is huge, and the central area is also extremely wide, shrouded in mist, making it extremely mysterious.

Ning Buliu used several ultimate moves on the way, took out all his belongings and fled. Although his body was seriously injured, he managed to survive.

Qi Mo checked the time, and after nearly an hour, he heard the faint sound of fighting.

He immediately stopped hesitating and directly entered the mist.

This mist is full of aura, and you can feel the growth of your cultivation base in almost every breath. It is really a blessed place for cultivation.

However, in this blessed land, there was a strong smell of blood at this time, Ning Buliu stumbled, holding a long sword in his hand, resisting and running away.

His black hair was disheveled and his body was covered in blood.That young face was now stained with blood, and the uniform of a disciple of the Fanyang Sword Sect was almost covered in blood, and where he ran, there was a patch of bright red blood.

It looked really embarrassing.

Qi Mo's speed was extremely fast, and he sighed in his heart when he saw such a scene as soon as he arrived.

With a shake of his sleeve robe, Ning Buliubian's feet were empty, and he was behind him in an instant.

"You..." Ning Buliu's eyes were covered with blood, he wiped his face, gropingly grabbed Qi Mo's monk robe, and said, "I finally found you."

As he spoke, blood flowed out of his mouth, soaking Qi Mo's robe.

The seven golden cores also caught up in this instant, and surrounded the two of them tightly, without saying a word, their bodies full of evil spirits.

Qi Mo, as if he had never seen it before, took Ning Buliu into his arms, took out the elixir and fed it to him, a snow-white lotus blossomed from his fingertips, and threw it on Ning Buliu's forehead.

The wound that couldn't stop bleeding suddenly froze.The blue-black skin under the robe also slowly returned to the fair color it should have been.

Ning Buliu grabbed the clothes on his chest, and said: "You, what are you doing..." His eyes were no longer blurred with blood, but he couldn't bear the sudden sense of sleepiness, and couldn't help but close together .

Qi Mo wiped his face for him, and said in a gentle voice: "Amitabha, this is the elixir that has taken effect, go to sleep."

Ning Buliu muttered something, but Qi Mo didn't hear it clearly, and he fell into a complete coma.

Qi Mo hugged him with one arm, so that the young man's head could rest on his shoulder, so that he could sleep more comfortably.

When he settled down Ning Buliu, it was as if he had just seen a few people, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, I have seen you laymen."

The seven Golden Core cultivators remained silent. They were all dressed in black, with the smell of blood permeating their bodies, and they didn't know if it was their own or Ning Buliu's.

He didn't get a response, Qi Mo didn't even frown, he continued: "Amitabha, may I ask which layman is the person in charge?"

The seven Golden Cores were silent again, and after a while, someone stepped forward and said hoarsely, "I am."

Qi Mo said: "Amitabha, monks are forbidden to kill. I don't want to break the precept, everyone... please go back."

……

When Ning Buliu woke up, it was already night time.

He was lying on a stone bed dug out temporarily, with thick grass blades and a few monk clothes changed under his body, warm and soft, extremely comfortable.

Ning Buliu was drowsy, he sat up reluctantly, looked around, but he didn't see Qi Mo's figure, but when he looked at the monk's robe under his body, he knew whose handwriting it was.

Ning Buliu didn't have a piece of good flesh all over his body, and every movement he made seemed to be falling apart.Qi Mo naturally felt the pain, he got up and went back to the cave, looked at Ning Buliu's condition, and pushed him back: "Amitabha, your injury..."

"I'm fine." Ning Buliu interrupted his next words, supported Qi Mo's shoulder with one hand, and said, "What's this little injury, what about those bastards? Did you beat him to death?"

Qi Mo shook his head, and said, "Little monk, don't kill."

"That means you're not dead?" Ning Buliu snorted, but didn't say anything, he said, "Is there anything to eat?"

Qi Mo had prepared it for him a long time ago, and immediately took out a few fresh and tender fruits, and said: "Amitabha, this little monk just picked these outside, and you can eat them."

I'd rather not let it go, but also don't dislike it, the wild fruit is like a red jade bead, it's mouth watering, it's beautiful to look at, and it melts in your mouth when you eat it, a sweetness spreads from your mouth.

Qi Mo didn't pick many wild fruits, so Ning Buliu swallowed them all in a few strokes, then took out Bigu Dan and ate them like jelly beans, and said, "How is it outside now?"

Qi Mo said: "The atmosphere... is a bit weird." He frowned slightly, as if he knew the reason for the weird atmosphere.

Ning Buliu said: "Normal, they didn't expect that I brought a helper... hiss"

He wanted to raise his arm to pat Qi Mo's shoulder and say "good brother", but he pulled the wound first, and his face twitched in pain.

Qi Mo was in the same pain as him, so he couldn't help but frowned slightly, and pushed Ning Buliu onto the bed again.

Ning Buliu didn't resist this time, he even took out a pill from the storage bag, threw it into his mouth neatly, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, and then said: "This time the injury is serious. "

Qi Mo wanted to say something, but hesitated to speak, and finally he could only sigh.

Ning Buliu said: "Silly monk, follow me, and the benefits will be indispensable to you!"

Qi Mo was unmoved, but with a smile on his face, he said: "Amitabha."

Amitabha is really a universal vocabulary.

Ning Buliu had many miraculous medicines in his body, but from night to day, he jumped up again, asked Qi Mo to take back his monk clothes, and walked in front by himself, letting Qi Mo follow him in.

Qi Mo is also good-tempered, he didn't bother him with too many things, but just followed closely behind.

Ning Buliu walked inside all the way, looking vigilant, after walking for a while, he stretched out his hand to grab Qi Mo's hand, and said: "We are tightening up, there is another formation here, accidentally , will send people out.”

Qi Mo said: "Amitabha, thank you, I understand."

Ning Buliu said: "What are you thankful for? I'm separated from you. I'm the one who suffers at the moment. It's all because of that... If they want some face, that would be great."

Qi Mo has often heard him being surrounded and beaten these days, and he knows what he is complaining about.He just squeezed the boy's hand to comfort him.

Ning Buliu paused, then grabbed him tightly with his backhand, and continued to walk in.

The area in the center of the secret realm sounds big, but it is also big, let alone, it is indeed quite small.

Ning Buliu was still injured, so Qi Mo took him away, and he was responsible for guiding the way.Now, it didn't take long for them to return to the place where Ning Buliu had rested before.

It was supposed to be a sunken cave, but now it has been destroyed, a large area of ​​trees fell down, and there are still scorched marks on the ground. Just by looking at it, one can see how fierce the battle was at that time.

There is also a cold pool here, the water flows from nowhere, it is very deep, the water is clear, but the bottom cannot be seen.