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Qi Yan turned his head to look at it: "Senior, I have thought about it a lot, but I didn't think about it."

As soon as Qi Yan finished speaking, he swayed to the side unsteadily, and the epee dropped out of his hand and plunged into the ground.

"I'm going to die," the sword spirit yelled in horror, "don't let go. Come back soon."

Qi Yan saw that it took only a moment to let go of his hand, and spots of rust began to appear on the sword body, and a little bit of rust was visible to the naked eye climbing on the sword body.

The sword spirit was screaming fiercely, and Qi Yan was also taken aback, but because his right hand was still hanging weakly by his side, he immediately stretched out his left hand and squeezed the blade hard, opening a new wound.

Qi Yan let the blood flow in the blood groove, where the blood flowed, the rust spots slowly disappeared as if they had never appeared before.

Sword Spirit breathed a sigh of relief, and explained: "To help you just now, Gu almost exhausted the spiritual power he had stored for several days, that's why."

Qi Yan had already donated a lot of blood just now to supply the sword spirit. The wound on his right hand has not healed in time, and it is still bleeding outside.

Now there is another cut in the left hand, and the lip color is a little pale due to excessive blood loss.

He narrowed his eyes to concentrate his distracted attention, and thanked him: "Thank you, senior."

"Hmph. Younger, who said before that the way is not the right way?" The sword spirit snorted softly, and then showed off, "The demons recede, have you ever seen something more correct than Gu? Gu is clearly The Supreme Righteous Way, hahahaha. Junior, do you want to come and learn?"

Qi Yan laughed when he heard it bragging about itself, and ignored it, but he didn't reject it directly.

After he felt a little feeling in his limbs, he switched back to his right hand and clenched the hilt of the sword, using his strength to stabilize himself, then hurriedly stood up again, and stumbled towards Fang Yun's direction.

Fang Yun was pulled out of the sarcophagus earlier, and now he is lying face down unconsciously.

Qi Yan rushed over and knelt down in front of Fang Yun, picked him up from the ground and carried him into his arms, hugging him tightly as if he wanted to insert Fang Yun into his chest.

Qi Yan put his chin on Fang Yun's shoulder, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling extremely panicked in his heart.

When Brother Fang didn't wake up, he was as helpless as a three-year-old baby.

Ignorant and unaware, let anyone fiddle with it.

He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he hadn't come today.

He would completely lose Brother Fang, but he didn't know it in the sect.

Qi Yan rubbed against Fang Yun's shoulder, remembering the prophecy dream of Brother Fang turning into a mummy in his arms.

Does it reflect today's events?

He slightly opened his eyes, looked at the epee, and said in a muffled voice: "Senior, thank you."

Sword Spirit responded: "Small meaning."

Qi Yan hugged Fang Yun for a long time before letting go. He found the rattle that Fang Yun gave him in his cuff, and shook it quickly.

Far away on the other side of the mainland, Fang Yun suddenly heard the sound of rattles.

He paused for a moment, turned his head sideways and listened carefully for a moment, then slowly frowned.

He judged Qi Yan's position, and it was actually beside him.

What is this kid doing running out in the middle of the night?

Fang Yun stretched out his robes, and was just thinking about how to deal with the other party later, when he suddenly found that the sound of the rattle today was slightly different from the previous one.

The frequency of shaking today is extremely fast, and it doesn't stop after shaking a few times like in the past.

It's like there's something urgent.

Fang Yun didn't dare to be negligent, and immediately got up and went to bed. After greeting the dozing maid by the door, he quickened his pace and headed towards his practice room.

When he entered the incarnation through the teleportation array, he felt that he was being hugged tightly, and the two embraced each other.

Fang Yun knew that this was Qi Yan, so he didn't move deliberately.

He only felt that Qi Yan was like a little milk dog, shivering while holding him, and he could faintly hear a slight sob.

This confirmed his conjecture that something must have happened just now.

Fang Yun blinked, slowly raised his arm, touched Qi Yan's back, stroked up and down the spine to show comfort.

After a while, he softened his voice and asked softly, "What's the matter? Qi Yan."

"Live, live, live!" Qi Yan heard the roar of the sword spirit, "Look, young man, he's alive!"

Nonsense, of course Qi Yan knew that Fang Yun had woken up.

He kept close to Fang Yun's body, and he could naturally feel Fang Yun's heart beating slowly, and his body gradually became warm.

Qi Yan didn't want to talk to the sword spirit at this time, so he rubbed against Fang Yun's shoulder again, then raised his head with a sniff, and looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun saw that his complexion was extremely bad, his lips were pale, and he was trembling undetectably.

There was water in his eyes, grievances were written all over his face, and his whole body looked soft.

The thought of blaming him for being disobedient and running around at night disappeared, and Fang Yun asked softly, "What's wrong with you?"

"At night, I dreamed that Brother Fang...you... died." Qi Yan paused, and then said softly, "You died right in front of me."

You wouldn't call him over in a hurry in the middle of the night because you were frightened by a dream, right?

Fang Yun showed a nice smile on his snow-white face, rubbed the back of Qi Yan's neck like a kitten, and comforted him patiently: "Why? I'm fine, I won't die so easily."

Qi Yan continued: "I woke up from the fright and felt uneasy, so I thought about coming out to see Brother Fang. When I didn't think so, I saw a strange thing surrounded Brother Fang and dragged Brother Fang out. "

Fang Yun had already done some tricks at the entrance of the earth cave to prevent wild animals and ordinary people from getting close to his avatar. Qi Yan said that if something dragged him, it must not be a wild cat or a wild dog.

Fang Yun frowned slightly, and asked him, "Can you see what it is?"

Qi Yan didn't want Fang Yun to know about the sword spirit, so he subconsciously wanted to lie and say that he didn't see it clearly.

But thinking about Brother Fang's identity as a ghost cultivator, Qi Yan swallowed his words.

For one thing, Brother Fang might have been able to guess who the person was, but it would be bad if he found out that he was lying.

Secondly, if that thing is determined to come back and kill Brother Fang because of his concealment, then it's really...

"I can see it clearly." Qi Yan replied, "It seems to be a ghost cultivator. When it transformed into a human, it was in the shape of a child. It also brought four faceless followers in black. Although it has no face, it can be seen that It's a grown man."

When Fang Yun heard Qi Yan mention the "children's figure", he guessed who it was. After all, there are very few ghosts who have dealt with him.

The insidious thing was found.Fang Yun narrowed his eyes, laughed, and asked, "And then?"

Qi Yan: "I was taken aback and showed my whereabouts. They found me, and then disappeared for some reason. Brother Fang, who are those people?"

Fang Yun turned his eyes when he heard the words, and looked at Qi Yan with a half-smile.

As soon as he heard it, he knew that Qi Yan was lying,

That sinister thing will not come to find his incarnation for no reason, since it has come, it must have a plan, nine out of ten it has thought of some personal enmity and wants to come to take revenge on him.

But because of this, he was close to the righteous sect, and he didn't dare to wait for him to wake up to fight him again, so he had to destroy him incarnation and disgust him.

And although that sinister thing looks like a child, it has lived for many years and has so many tricks. Even Fang Yun, who is currently limited in cultivation, cannot 100% guarantee to retreat in front of it, let alone Said Qi Yan.

It is absolutely impossible for it to give up this move and run away just because it discovered Qi Yan's whereabouts.

It would be good if it didn't kill Qi Yan altogether.

But at this time, I can still wake up here, watching Qi Yan, who is full of beard and tail, hugs me and acts like a baby quietly, is a very interesting thing in itself.

In any case, just now when Qi Yan and that ghost Xiu met on a narrow road, there must have been a fierce battle, that's why this little brat looks so flustered now.

But Qi Yan won.

Fang Yun didn't ask any more questions, but simply replied: "It's a ghost cultivator, not a good kind. It's better that you don't know too much."

He immediately noticed the injury on Qi Yan's hand, and asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Qi Yan withdrew his hands unobtrusively, and then continued to lie with his usual face: "Just now I fell and got cut by stones and grass."

Fang Yun saw again that he was lying: if the stones and grass were as sharp as swords, he might fall, and his whole body should be cut to pieces.

But Fang Yun didn't expose him, just lowered his eyes, rubbed his sleeves for a moment, took out a small bottle of wound medicine, and poured it on the wound on Qi Yan's palm.

Fang Yun hooked his lips and showed a smile: "Be careful when you walk next time."

Qi Yan stared greedily at the corner of his lips, only to feel that his heart was pierced by an arrow again, and his heart rate soared uncontrollably.

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