Zhu Xian Qi Yuan gl

There are many mountains and rivers in the valley, the jungle is low, there are streams flowing, in the night, there are many insects, and there are nightingales singing lowly. The unknown valley sleeps peacefully in the moonlight, and the water is shining with silver waves. , Purple two shimmers.

Jin Ping'er and Yan Hong were sitting cross-legged on the rocks by the stream, a few zhang apart, the first thing to do to escape from the danger was to heal their wounds, this meditation made the sunset and the moon rise, and the night was deep.

The Qing Lingshi revolved around Yanhong, and Jin Ping'er was also surrounded by purple light. The two fled here, and no one paid attention to the other, only caring about their own injuries.

The stream water hit the rocks in the water, making a gurgling sound, and the emerald green crystal clear stone circled in the air and returned to Yan Hong's body.

The Qingling Immortal Stone, transformed into Qi, has already melted into Yan Hong's body and exists in the blood. It is not as famous as the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon like Tianya, but it is a school of its own. It may not be inferior to the divine weapon. Easy-going, not pursuing a higher realm, but no one can match the proficiency and profoundness of each level of realm, calm, calm, and cultivate the heart, even the cultivation is admired from the heart.

When the blue light gradually faded, Yan Hong opened her eyes, and finally she no longer needs to be controlled by others, and the internal injuries she suffered after taking the Zhi Yan Pill were almost healed, Yan Hong smiled.

There were clouds covering the moonlight, and the faint purple awns were very obvious. Yan Hong suppressed her smile, and looked at the person who was still practicing kung fu healing a few feet away.

Black clouds cover the moon, and the river valley is very dark. Little purple rays of light shine in the night, mysterious and beautiful. The person wrapped in purple mang has her eyes closed and her face is pale, but it does not affect her charming face at all. The touching face and slightly frowning eyebrows added a bit of pity.

The mountains and forests are quiet, the brook is gurgling, the birds are chirping, the dark clouds parted, and the moonlight shone down, entangled the mysterious purple, entangled with that delicate body, and reflected that stunning face.

In the cold night valley, the beauty of the moonlight is pitiful, sensational and poetic, she is stunningly beautiful, Jin Ping'er is indeed worthy of being the most outstanding disciple of the Hehuan Sect, this kind of beauty really has the ability to seduce the world, no wonder how many men turned into that goose yellow The souls of the dead under the dress, the demon girl is very harmful.

Mr. Miao, what is wonderful is the person, and also the decisive method, the cunning scheming!

After several contacts and confrontations, Yan Hong knew that Jin Ping'er was not easy to deal with. Now that she was healing her wounds, it was a good time to kill her, not to mention that she also knew Xiu's secret.

Killing her is not in vain if I make up my mind to stay and kill her!

Yan Hong got up, but just stood up, and Jin Ping'er also opened her eyes, looking over, Yan Hong did not back away, and her eyes met.

"Why, aren't you going to make a move?" Jin Ping'er curled her pale lips, looking at Yan Hong's expressionless face, Yan Hong's murderous aura was clear at that moment, and then dissipated in an instant.

Yan Hong glanced at her, and her eyes fell on the broken sleeve. The clean arm was wrapped with messy cloth strips, but the woman who had lost too much blood and was weak in Qi and blood was still full of confidence. I don't know what kind of poisonous plan he is thinking about in his eyes.

Yan Hong walked to the water's edge, leaving Jin Ping'er an indifferent back and saying: "Not now."

The stream water is a little anxious, unable to reflect Yan Hong's appearance, but it is reflected in the bright eyes, Jin Ping'er looks at the light blue figure, fiddles with the stream water, washes the plain silk, the stream reflects the moonlight, Reflected between Yan Hong's eyebrows, the woman seemed to be shining slightly in a clear stream.

Jin Ping'er frowned, smiled, and couldn't help but said: "It's not the best move now, isn't it because of your junior sister that you are willing to stay obediently, or to kill me?"

When Yan Hong heard this, she didn't even look at Jin Ping'er, she said calmly: "I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry."

Jin Ping'er was choked by a sentence, slightly annoyed, and laughed again in the blink of an eye: "Oh, I forgot, I am a hateful witch, but Miss Yan's savior, Miss Yan is a famous teacher, she doesn't bother to take advantage of others. dangerous."

Yan Hong frowned, Jin Ping'er understood the words with a touch of sarcasm, as if she wouldn't stop until she became angry from embarrassment, Yan Hong wrung out the silk, wiped her hands, sat by the stream, looked at Jin Ping'er, Shi expression: "You understand, but you are in such a situation, don't you have to suffer on your own? If you have never broken into Fenxiang Valley, you have never held me hostage."

"I've done it myself? Oh, Miss Yan is very eloquent." As if talking to herself, Jin Ping'er let out a sigh, but the interest in being kind and teasing suddenly disappeared, and I don't know if the person who said this was too cold.

Jin Ping'er came from the Hehuan sect and had never heard any nasty words, she could laugh them off and even retort, but Yan Hong's tone was not ups and downs, her words were not fierce, but they were more stinging than anything else!

"You don't owe me. If you want to kill me, now is the best time. If you miss it, you will be the one who dies!" Jin Ping'er didn't smile again. Kill you."

I emphasized it again, and I don't know why, the serious look, is it for Yan Hong, or for yourself?

Jin Ping'er cast aside her eyes, her purple awns were drawn back, she leaned against the rocks, her bright neck was raised slightly.

In the sky, there is a cold moon.

The stream is ding-dong, people are quiet, the person looking up at the night sky, the beautiful lips are no longer curved, the soft face seems to be covered with a layer of frost, the word loneliness is reflected in Yan Hong's eyes for some reason.

The smiling Jin Ping'er is the most dangerous.

Yan Hong's eyes flickered slightly, she stood up and walked towards Jin Ping'er, one step at a time.

The blue light circled her body with her footsteps, condensed into a beautiful jade, and turned into a blue fairy sword in the breeze of the valley, with a little bit of cold light, startled the birds, and the softly singing nightingales stopped. tweet.

Jin Ping'er abandoned the night, moved her eyes to the person who was slowly approaching, and landed on the edge of the blue sharp sword, the corners of her teasing mouth curled and then faded, the line of her lips was pursed, the purple light was like an afterthought Slightly bright.

The purple awn is very light, faint and flickering.

Tsing Yi paused, whistling the wind, it was the green light of the Qingling Immortal Sword, cutting straight towards the person leaning on the rocks, the purple light faded, and the cyan sword stabbed at the man without hesitation. Come over, reflected in Jin Ping'er's eyes.

'Thrilling' the sound of cracking silk.

The Qingling Immortal Sword stuck to Jin Ping'er's slender neck and stuck on the rocks behind her, trembling, and the hem of Jin Ping'er's yellow skirt was split into strips.

Jin Ping'er watched Yan Hong squatting down in front of her, her left arm was touched by slightly warm fingertips, and suddenly there was a feeling in her numb hand.

Yan Hong expressionlessly untied the cloth strip that Jin Ping'er had tied on her hand. The cloth strip had turned dark red. Yan Hong frowned, carefully untied the cloth strip, until only the layer sticking to the wound remained. .

Jin Ping'er looked at Yan Hong silently. Yan Hong, who was skilled in movements, was serious and focused, as if she was so focused every time she sewed clothes and shoes for her senior brother and sister, but at this moment, what was reflected in her eyes was her left hand. arm wound.

With such a concentrated appearance, Jin Ping'er's eyes flickered slightly because she was treating the wound for herself.

Seeing Yan Hong hesitated because of the cloth strips stuck to the wound, Jin Ping'er had no choice but to say softly: "Just tear it off, anyway, there is not much blood to flow."

Jin Ping'er actually didn't want to make a sound if it was possible.

As if she didn't hear Jin Ping'er's words, Yan Hong took a deep breath, pulled one side of the cloth strip, and pulled it apart bit by bit, carefully, with very light force, the pulling between the wound and the cloth became more obvious, and there seemed to be a kind of pain in her ear. With the sound of flesh and blood tearing apart, Yan Hong couldn't help blowing lightly.

The warm breath blows on the skin, and Jin Ping'er's heart trembles, as if a feather fell into the calm heart lake, causing slight ripples, Jin Ping'er held her breath, not even wanting to disturb the focused person .

Finally, the cloth sticking to the wound was torn off, revealing the hideous wound, and the red blood flowed out, but Jin Ping'er didn't feel any pain, maybe it was because the hand had lost consciousness, maybe it was just because the person who handled the wound was very careful.

But Yan Hong, who was dealing with the wound, frowned. She took out the washed silk from her sleeve, carefully removed the bloody scab, wiped off the blood on her arm, and took out another wound. A jade bottle of medicine, sprinkle white powder on the wound that exposed pink flesh and blood.

Yan Hong took out another piece of white cloth, took out another porcelain vase, poured green powder on it, then poured cream on it, and stuck it on the wound on Jin Ping'er's left arm, picked up yellow skirts on the ground and wrapped them around the wound.

A comfortable cool feeling came from the left arm, penetrated into the wound, and flowed all over the body, and the hot burning sensation in the meridians gradually dissipated, Jin Ping'er looked at Yan Hong who was knotting seriously, and chuckled: "Do you do anything? Is everything so serious? Do you know that you are bandaging the enemy, Miss Yan."

"Hiss!" Just as Jin Ping'er finished speaking, her arms tightened, and she couldn't help but hum softly in pain.

Yan Hong tightly tightened the knot, without looking at Jin Ping'er's face, she stood up and drew out the Qingling Immortal Sword.

The cold sword edge pressed against Jin Ping'er's neck with a strong warning, Jin Ping'er heard Yan Hong's voice: "Your injury is healed, I can kill you with peace of mind."

Yan Hong's voice was very cold, but Jin Ping'er chuckled, she didn't know why she was in such a good mood, she just heard her say: "Just now you said that I did it on my own, but in the end I still thought that someone saved you, Miss Yan is really upright .”

Yan Hong took the green spirit stone and patted her skirt that was stained with dust from squatting down, "There are many villains in the Demon Cult who will repay kindness and revenge. Once it’s done, you’ll be clear, and you won’t be restrained when you move your hands.”

Jin Ping'er looked at Yan Hong's indifferent appearance, gritted her teeth, and said coldly: "Hmph! When I recover from my injury, to be honest, Miss Yan may not be my opponent. You are so naive!"

When Yan Hong heard this, she looked at Jin Ping'er with a half-smile, Jin Ping'er's heart skipped a beat under that gaze, Yan Hong smiled softly: "Do you think your wound needs so much medicine?"

Yan Hong turned around, her green clothes raised slightly, she was charming in an instant, but Jin Ping'er stared: "You have been poisoned!"

"There's a saying called an eye for an eye." Yan Hong didn't answer directly, leaving behind Jin Ping'er with a livid face, walked happily to the water's edge, and washed her hands.

"You can take it apart and have a look."

Jin Ping'er was about to untie the cloth on her left arm, Yan Hong, who had her back to her, seemed to have eyes behind her back, and plain words floated over again, Jin Ping'er gritted her teeth, guessing what Yan Hong was thinking, not daring to act rashly.

The moon moved to the west, and the night was just right, Yanhong found a clean place to sit down, listening to the sounds of the night, birds chirping in the sky, and grass rustling by the forest.

Jin Ping'er stared at the woman with gentle eyebrows, only to see her chuckle again: "Hehe, Mr. Miao, is he angry from embarrassment, or is he thinking of dying with me?"

Jin Ping'er smiled angrily, "At least we also went through the same danger and survived. If we die together with you, wouldn't it be that we lived and died together? We lived and died together with a second person like Miss Yan, and were buried together in the same place. , it’s not bad.”

Jin Ping'er looked at Yan Hong seductively with a trace of smoky charm.

"Hmph!" Yan Hong ignored her, almost forgot that the witch was shameless.

Yan Hong looked away, Jin Ping'er had no opponents, and He Gu had no words to fight back. They became quiet, and the moonlight shone on them, giving off a soft silver light.

In the silent night sky, the singing of birds became clearer and clearer. Yan Hong couldn't help but raise her head, and she burst into a smile in an instant, with a light smile and a touch of tenderness. A smile like drizzle.

"I think your idea of ​​burying your bones deep in the mountains and sleeping together will come to nothing." Yan Hong murmured to herself, but in the quiet night, Jin Ping'er, who has always been sharp and sharp, naturally fell into Jin Ping'er's ears without a word .

Jin Ping'er looked up, and in the black night sky, there seemed to be small white dots flashing like lightning, without a trace for an instant, making people feel dazzled, Jin Ping'er narrowed his eyes, and snorted secretly.

Yan Hong withdrew her gaze, glanced at Jin Ping'er, and was about to close her eyes to rest her mind, but the witch actually looked at her with a weird smile, Jin Ping'er retracted her gaze and saw that Yan Hong was ignoring herself and was about to close her eyes, and immediately stared at Yan Hong. Hong smiled.

The breeze in the river valley blew the woods, and there were rustling sounds in the woods, Yan Hong saw Jin Ping'er opened her lips: "Little thing, don't let me out yet!"

Yan Hong's heart skipped a beat at Jin Ping'er's words, and she saw a small brown-white figure leaping out of the dark forest like lightning, landing between Jin Ping'er and Yan Hong.

Brown fur and white tail, the cute-looking little beast whimpered in the valley, Yan Hong's eyes flickered, Jin Ping'er sneered...

The author has something to say:

Author: Sister Hong, I want to give birth to a monkey for you!

Jin Ping'er: Get lost!Only this girl can give birth to a monkey for Hong'er!

Yan Hong: You all get out of here!

Little Fox: Squeak, hum!

Author: Could it be that Xiaoli, you said that Sister Hong's true love is you! ! !How is it possible to be swollen, be good, don't make trouble!

The little raccoon grinned when someone touched his head.

Author: Ah!Let go, let go!Mr. Beaver!Jin Ping'er save me!

Jin Ping'er: Uh-huh~