After the villain resigned

The attack was fierce and clean.

He frightened the man all of a sudden, even if there was severe pain from the severed arm, he clenched his teeth tightly, not daring to let out a wail, for fear of angering Jiang Yiyi again, and unloading something from his body again.

Jiang Yi raised his hand to wipe away the blood on his face, but there was still a touch of red on his jade-like skin.

He raised his right hand in vain, and the sword edge slashed across the man's neck.

The man thought he was going to die, but with a flash of the sword, he only cut off a strand of black hair. At the critical moment, he finally gave up resisting, and collapsed limply on the ground.

If the arm is gone, it can be reshaped with a panacea, but if the life is gone, there will be no second chance to start over.

Jiang Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the man. In just a short moment, he had changed from a hunter with a certain chance of winning to a prey in distress.

Jiang Yi asked, "Where is this?"

The man's gaze was distracted, and he was speechless for a while. It was not until the sword edge of the Ten Hell Sword approached that he came back to his senses, and said with difficulty: "This is... life and death." After finishing speaking, Seeing that Jiang Yi seemed puzzled, he explained, "It's a black shop in Yunmengze, where you can buy everything."

Jiang Yi asked again: "What is Furong drunk?"

"Furong drunk is a kind of drug." The man's Adam's apple rolled, "It is specially used to restrain sword cultivators." He still hasn't figured out why a sword cultivator is proficient in spells.

Jiang Yi gave it a try. The sword cultivator and the sword were originally connected with each other, and they used their arms to use their fingers. But now his connection with the Ten Hell Sword was broken, and the sword in his hand was only sharper than a fire stick.

If he hadn't possessed the innate myriad Tao body, and temporarily comprehended a spell, he still wouldn't know who would win.

Jiang Yi was fine, but there was another sword cultivator who was also drunk with hibiscus.

He looked in the direction of the bath, and could see Zhou Siwei's body submerged in the hot spring, motionless, and he didn't know what was going on.

Taking advantage of Jiang Yiyi's distraction, the man tremblingly took out a messenger talisman with his only remaining hand, intending to call for help outside.

In order to catch the prey without fail, a formation to isolate the consciousness was set up in this room, but now, it has become a cocoon, blocking all the ways of life.

"How to solve it..." Jiang Yi turned his head, saw the man's secret movements, and raised his eyebrows in a playful way, "People who are disobedient will suffer a lot."

Return the original.

Jiang Yi threw the Ten Hell Sword upwards, and when the hilt fell into his hand again, it changed direction and went straight down, inserting it into the man's wrist.

The man finally couldn't help it, let out a scream, his fingers lost strength, and the messenger talisman he was holding fell to the ground.

The yellowed charm was soon soaked in blood, and the symbols painted on it were stained with dirt, and gradually dimmed, obviously losing their due effect.

But even if this kind of pain is imposed on the body, with the physique of a monk, it is still not enough to cause death.

A pool of blood had already gathered under his body, from which a few meandering blood lines were separated, slowly flowing down along the gaps in the white jade bricks.

The man rolled his eyes, almost out of breath from the pain in his body.

Jiang Yi moved his feet, dodging the blood that flowed in front of him, and repeated: "How do you get rid of Furong's drunkenness?"

The man's consciousness was filled with pain, and he couldn't hear other voices, let alone answer Jiang Yi's question, so he could only open his mouth and let out a wail.

Jiang Yi frowned, and seeing that he really couldn't answer, he raised a finger and said, "The last question." He seemed to be unable to bear it, and there was pity in his brows, he hesitated for a moment, and continued, "Kill you, will others know?"

The man heard this sentence.

He shook his head with great effort, wanting to ask for mercy, but he only made an inexplicable sound.

Jiang Yi pulled out the Ten Prison Sword, and brought out a series of blood beads, "Actually, I don't want to kill people."

The man thought that there was a glimmer of hope, his eyes burst out with anticipation, and there was a sound of gurgling water in his throat, and he finally said: "Please...please..."

Jiang Yiyi sighed deeply: "But...you made me angry."

A line of crimson blood streaked across the air, and a human head rolled to the ground.

There was both despair and unwillingness on that head.

Maybe he didn't figure it out until his death. It was supposed to be a foolproof hunt, but he missed a sword cultivator who was drunk by the hibiscus.

The strong smell of blood overwhelmed the scent of hibiscus on the tip of the nose.

Jiang Yi bypassed the corpse in front of him, walked to the edge of the bath, looked at the person with closed eyes inside, and asked, "How's it going?"

After a while, Zhou Siwei opened his eyes, looking at Jiang Yi who was standing above through the mist.

Those eyes, which were originally dark blue like the night sky, had a faint red light, and the whites of the eyes were also covered with fine bloodshot eyes. At first glance, they seemed to be possessed by demons.

He called out in a low voice: "Easy..."

"Huh?" Jiang Yiyi walked to Zhou Siwei's side, thinking that he was going to say something, but was caught off guard and pulled into the hot spring water.

Zhou Siwei grabbed his ankle and sank uncontrollably to the bottom of the bath.

The blooming baoxianghua pattern flashed in front of his eyes, and Jiang Yi choked on a few mouthfuls of spring water before surfacing.

"Ahem..." Jiang Yi coughed out the spring water in his throat. He just casually wrapped in a robe, but now he fell into the water and immediately stuck to his body wet.

After a while of struggling just now, the belt tied around her waist also fell apart, exposing most of her chest.

"You...cough, what are you going to do?" The water vapor dissipated the smell of blood, and Jiang Yi once again smelled the fragrance of hibiscus flowers. He climbed onto Zhou Siwei's shoulders weakly, so as not to sink into the bath again.

But during the movement, he inevitably rubbed against a place that he couldn't touch.

Jiang Yi lowered his head subconsciously, and through the clear and transparent water, he could have a panoramic view of the scenery below.

The current scene is a bit awkward, Jiang Yi laughed dryly, and said, "You're quite old... eh!"

This sentence seemed to have touched some switch, Zhou Siwei's arm tightly imprisoned him in his body, and the two of them were tightly attached together without even a single gap.

Jiang Yi felt a fire that could burn people, burning hotly under his waist and abdomen.

The calm water suddenly became choppy, splashing a few crystal drops, and finally hit the white jade bricks on the shore, and shattered into countless points.

Two drops of water happened to land on one spot, and quickly rolled into a ball.

At first it seemed to be probing, one of the water drops quietly protruded a part to test it, and when the other round water drop softly spread into a ball of spring water, the two water drops really merged into one.

There were several conversations among the rushing water.

"Hmm...Zhou Siwei?"

Then came a hoarse voice: "I am here."

Jiang Yiyi clung to his shoulders, trying to maintain his balance in the swaying pool water, he bit his lip, and managed to say a complete sentence: "You...you broke through?"

Zhou Siwei stretched out his hand to support the person who was about to fall, and reminded: "Be serious."

Afterwards, Jiang Yi didn't have time to distract himself and could only passively indulge in the waves.

I don't know how long it took, but when the temperature of a pool of hot springs gradually turned cold, the two separated.

Jiang Yiyi pushed Zhou Siwei away, leaning his back against the pool wall behind him, the corners of his eyes were rosy, it was obvious that he had just cried.

He glanced at Zhou Siwei, and said with a nasal tone, "Zhou Siwei, you are really capable."

Zhou Siwei seemed to have done something wrong, lowered his head, and said in a low voice, "I can't help it."

Jiang Yi recalled the episode just now, he couldn't help it, he was obviously a hungry tiger, and he was almost eaten, even though he was crying and begging for mercy just now, he didn't stop.

Wait a moment……

Jiang Yi wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, and sure enough, he touched the tears that hadn't dried up.

He actually cried in front of Zhou Siwei, and he still cried in that situation.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi raised his hand to cover his face.

Zhou Siwei came to his side, hugged him in his arms, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Yiyi said what was in his heart: "It's too embarrassing..."

He has known Zhou Siwei for so many years, and he has never cried in front of him.

It's just a shame.

"No." Zhou Siwei pressed Jiang Yi's hand, revealed his hidden face, looked into his eyes, and said very seriously, "I think it's very cute."

Jiang Yi snorted coldly, "Nonsense."

He wanted to push Zhou Siwei away again, but found that he couldn't shake this body at all. He stretched out his fingers and poked the chest in front of him, and asked, "What realm have you advanced to?"

Zhou Siwei replied: "The third floor of the Heavenly Wonderland."

The realms of the Immortal World are divided into the Qumortal Realm, the Earth Spirit Realm, the Celestial Fairy Realm, and the Divine Sovereign Realm.

The Heavenly Wonderland is enough to look down on most monks.

"So fast?" Jiang Yi glanced inside his body. He also advanced just now, and now he is only at the first level of the Heavenly Wonderland.

Should it really be the main character?Whatever it is, it turns into an opportunity in the end.Not to mention the innate Myriad Dao Physique given to him by the system, it seems that it was prepared for Zhou Siwei.

Jiang Yi said to himself: "Wouldn't it mean that if you double cultivate a few times, your cultivation will improve by leaps and bounds?"

Zhou Siwei said solemnly: "After all, this method is a shortcut, and it is not beneficial to oneself. It is the right way to cultivate by oneself."

Hearing such a passage, Jiang Yiyi stared at Zhou Siwei with a strange expression for a while, "Okay..." He twisted his waist, slipped out from between Zhou Siwei's arms, then got out of the bath, stood above and looked at Zhou Siwei, " You can practice on your own."

Zhou Siwei also followed out of the bath, followed closely behind, stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Yiyi's arm, and asked a little puzzled, "Why are you angry?"

Jiang Yi turned around and said, "Tuesday dog, I think you are a big fool."

Zhou Siwei lowered his head, looked at those black and white eyeballs, and suddenly asked, "Don't you like it?"

Jiang Yi was taken aback, not knowing how to answer.

"Huh?" Zhou Siwei made a confused nasal sound, and after getting no answer, he asked again, "Don't you like it?"

Jiang Yi's lips moved, and his voice was extremely low. If Zhou Siwei was not by his side, he would not be able to hear what he said clearly.

"Hi..." Jiang Yi was a little embarrassed, avoiding Zhou Siwei's gaze, "Like it..."