Master of time travel

Reluctantly propping herself up with her hands, Yun Ling leaned against the window.

It has nothing to do with my own consciousness, and the injuries on my body are constantly recovering.Or maybe it was the woman's medicinal herb that took effect. After a few days, the bone-deep wound had begun to heal, and new tender flesh grew.

In the few days here, Yun Ling has never seen anyone other than that woman, and even outside the window is deadly silent, and she can't feel a person's breath at all.There may be living creatures, but unfortunately they are not human beings.

Falling Immortal Cliff, rumored to be a place where even Shangxian could not survive.The group of people above would never have guessed that there would be someone below Falling Immortal Cliff, and they were still alive.Raising the cloth-wrapped hand in front of her eyes, her black pupils swaying in the sunlight, Yun Ling tore off the cloth covering it with the other hand.Cold sweat oozed from his forehead, and his movements were clumsy and trembling.It was very painful, and the new flesh from the wound was sticking to the cloth, but it was much better than the previous few days.It's just torn off a piece, but it's already exhausted.Leaning against the window and panting softly, Yun Ling looked at the wound she had torn open, her black pupils were full of sarcasm.Such a tenacious desire to survive seemed even more ridiculous.

Obviously it doesn't make any sense, she survived only to add stains to that person.A disciple who is possessed by demons, a person who has such thoughts for his master who is also a woman.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and when Zhuji came in, this was what she saw.His eyes were stunned for a moment, and then filled with a smile.After a few steps into the room, she put the bowl in her hand on the table, and said, "Your injury is recovering well, and you should be fine." After a pause, Zhuji seemed a bit embarrassed, and said, "But as for this Cultivation and appearance..."

The woman didn't say the following words, but both of them knew the meaning of it.

"Bronze Mirror."Two cold words.

In the past few days, it was the first time for Yun Ling to speak, and it was also the first time for Zhu Ji to hear the voice of the person in front of her clearly.It's not as hoarse and hoarse as when I first woke up, but it's all cold.

"You care?" Zhuji asked with a smile, looking at the indifferent woman.

As expected, Zhuji smiled unabated, took out a bronze mirror from her bosom, and walked towards the silent woman.The bronze mirror was taken over, and Zhuji was abnormally silent, but stood aside and watched the woman.

The face in the bronze mirror may not be called a face anymore.The original hideous wound has grown new pink flesh, but it is still terrifying, as if it is covered with ugly pink centipedes.If you don't cover it, you will probably scare the child to cry when you go out, and no matter who it is, it will be a face that will retreat.

Pulling the corners of her mouth, Yun Ling laughed, and her already terrifying face became even more terrifying because of this smile.

This face, but no one would think that it is the disciple of the Supreme Master, because they certainly don't even want to look at it.

"You care?" Zhuji, who was silent at first, asked again: "Afraid of being seen by the one you love?"

It is impossible for a woman not to care about her appearance at all, especially if she has a lover.The last thing a woman wants is to let the person she loves see her ugly appearance.Zhu Ji's words are like a poisonous blade to a woman whose appearance has been ruined.

"The people who fell from this falling fairy cliff have only survived for so many years." Zhuji looked at the somewhat absent-minded woman and said quietly.

"Where are those people?" The woman on the bed replied seemingly unintentionally, but Zhuji smiled and replied, "Dead."

"Dead?" Yun Ling asked, looking away from the bronze mirror.

"Yeah, otherwise, what do you think I've been eating all these years? It's rare that there is something I can swallow." The woman said it was natural if it was too much for nature.

"Don't show such an expression, maybe you will become like this in another million years." Seeing the woman's suddenly cold breath, Zhuji naturally knew what the other party was thinking, curled her lips, and continued Said: "In the eyes of Moxiu, killing and cannibalism are the same. They are all dead anyway, so why waste good food."

"You are not a demon cultivator." The cold voice was not a question, but an affirmation.

"Of course I'm not a demon cultivator." Zhuji approached the woman and said in a low voice, "But I'm not a righteous way either."

It is not a demonic cultivator, nor is it the righteous way. It is not bound by the rules of the righteous way and the demonic cultivator, but it is all up to itself.

"Then why didn't you eat me?", raising his head, Yun Ling looked at the woman in front of him and asked.

The other party's expression was too serious, Zhu Ji covered her smile and said, "I won't eat you, at least not now."

"Why?"

"No reason."

Stretching out her hand to caress the horrific scar on the woman's face, Zhuji said, "Do you know the difference between a human and an animal?" Without letting go of the other person's momentary stiffness, and not caring whether the other party answered, Zhuji lowered her voice , said: "The only difference between human beings and livestock is that human beings are much more unpalatable than livestock, both harsh and sour. There is no difference whether it is righteousness or demon cultivation, or whether it is a man or a woman."

Putting her hand away, Zhuji stood up, looked at the woman who seemed to be in a daze, and said with a smile: "Once a person dies, he is just a piece of rotten flesh, no matter whether he is in front of him with great glory or notoriety. That lump of rotten meat will leave nothing behind, how much will those so-called world people remember?"

"Since the results are the same, why don't you live as you want and finish what you have to do while you're alive." Looking past the woman on the bed, Zhuji looked out the window, with a look of pain in her eyes, and said: "There are some things, if you don't open your mouth, you will never know the answer for the rest of your life." When she looked away, the pain had disappeared, as if it was an illusion.Her eyes were still full of smiles, playing with the hair beside her ears, Zhuji said pointingly: "Since you don't even care about life and death, what are you afraid of?"

It sounded inexplicable, but the dead woman on the bed responded.

Tears gushed out of his eyes, dipping into the wound that hadn't fully healed, and there were bursts of stinging pain, like the heat of a fire.

Zhu Ji was still smiling, as if the smile would never disappear from her face.Not for anything, just for laughing and laughing.

What is she afraid of?

She is afraid, she is afraid.Fear of death, fear of never seeing that person again.Why don't you want to implicate that person, it's just deceiving yourself.She was afraid that once that person discovered her unbearable thoughts, she would no longer be able to stay by that person's side, nor would she be able to stand by that person's side like before.What she was afraid of had nothing to do with the world, it was just that person's disgusted expression.

The deepest secret hidden in her heart was brutally exposed by an irrelevant person. Yun Ling laughed uncontrollably, but her eyes were desolate.But what is the difference between what she is like now and what she is afraid of.He thought that he could be freed from the pain and suffering after death, and that he could forget everything by hiding here, so he kept deceiving himself.

She was nothing but a selfish wretch after all.

"Are you crying?", squinting her eyes, Zhuji bent down, reached out to wipe off the crystals on the woman's face, and then stretched out her small tongue to lick it, but the smile on her face deepened.

Very salty, salty and astringent, exactly as the person said.

Nasty taste.

Lowering her head, Zhuji approached the woman's ear, and said: "If you don't keep the important things by yourself, you won't be at ease after all, will you? The things you cherish so much are like a shadow to others. "

"If you put it in someone else's hands, you will never find it again sooner or later."

Whispering as if bewitching, Zhuji finished speaking but didn't speak again, just stood aside and looked at the woman.

Time passed moment by moment, no one in the thatched cottage spoke, only silence remained.

She is waiting, she has been waiting for a long time.If you are in too much haste, something bad will happen.So she has to wait now, and she can only wait.

"Why did you help me?", the silence was finally broken by a cold voice.

The Mo pupil in front of him is still cold, but it has become angry, and it is no longer like stagnant water before.

The corners of Zhuji's mouth curved deeper, she frowned, and said, "Because you have a smell that I like."