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Yun Tun's breathing was stagnant, and he ran up in a hurry, and slowed down when he was two or three steps closer to the man in white. He frowned, and couldn't help hesitating in his heart.

He didn't know who this person was, and he couldn't judge whether he was good or bad. If he went up like this rashly, if something happened to him, it would only be his father and father who would be sad.

Although Yun Tun is born kind, he is not stupid. He does not have the spell of his father to kill gods and Buddhas. Even if he does good deeds every day, the most important thing is to protect himself, unless it is a last resort when someone dies.

In fact, what makes Yuntun hesitate the most is that he is not sure whether this person is the savior who saved him twice.

The blood seeping into the gravel slowly trickled out from under the man's robe into a very thin river of blood. This blood pierced Yun Tun's eyes, making him make an instant decision to take two steps and take one step at a time. He walked over and bent down to help the seriously injured person.

The shoulder blade bones under his hands are well-proportioned, lean and strong, and the face in his eyes is as deep and serious as a knife-cut axe. The man pursed his lips tightly, and a line of blood dripped from the thin lips, dripping on the snow-white robe on his chest. On it, like a soul-stirring blood lotus still blooming.

His hair spread out in front of his waist, pitch black like a waterfall, cool and smooth like silk.

With black hair, red blood, and white clothes, at this moment, when he saw this person's appearance clearly, four words appeared in Yun Tun's mind, peerless elegance.

Thinking of the sternness and determination of the man slapping his chest in the dream, Yun Tun suddenly felt annoyed, and stared at the man with condensed delicate eyebrows, holding his pulse while pulling his chest lapel with one hand, and said quickly ,"Why?"

"Heh—" It seemed to be a sigh or a smile from the man's slightly cool lips, he panted lightly, watching Yuntun's eyes dark and bottomless, and the snow-white robe was reflected in his eyes. In his eyes, it was like a ray of sunlight falling in the deep pool, causing shallow ripples.

Hiss - Yun Tun roughly tore open the front of the man's chest, and when he saw the black and red palm prints on his chest, the anger in his heart was fueled with a few sticks of fuel, and the burning became more and more intense.

"If you want to die, why did you lure me here in your dream?" Yun Tun looked around, trying to find useful herbs.

The man lowered his eyes, his chest trembled slightly, and his black hair fluttered in the wind. He laughed twice, coughed up another mouthful of blood, and said in a low, hoarse voice, "It's not me, it's someone who wants to kill me."

He whispered in Yuntun's ear, the voice provoked Yuntun's eardrums, and blew into his ears, with a somewhat inadvertent low smile and evil nature.

Yun Tun puffed up his cheeks, dodged backwards, pressed on the man's acupuncture point, trying to get over with his little cultivation base, he lowered his head and muttered, "Ming~ming~yes~you ~Hit~my~self~'s~..."

He saw it all.

The man raised his head slightly, allowing Yun Tun to heal his wounds, and said with a half-smile, "What you see may not be true."

Yun Tun's Adam's apple twitched, and he decided not to argue with the patient. He didn't come here to argue about this.He pursed his lips, looked at the strong body in front of him, and said slowly, "Thank you~ thank you~ you~ saved~ me~"

The man smiled slightly, his eyes were like water, there was a bit of wanton banter and darkness hidden in his eyes, "I am not the one who saved you."

Yun Tun was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head subconsciously, and met those smiling eyes.

Yun Tun and him stared fixedly, and after a while, his face flushed suddenly, he turned his head away, puffed out his cheeks and stopped talking.

The waves below the Wenxin Cliff kept hitting the cliff, and there was a trace of crisp seabird calls in the wind.

Yun Tun blushed and took a step back, letting go of the man who was lying on the ground, as if he finally remembered that this man had a profound cultivation that was not inferior to his father's, so this injury should be nothing to him.

"You~don't~admit~admit~forget~, I~want~go~to~class~", Yuntun rubbed his sleeves in a small way, raised his head, and did not admit to this person Seemingly unhappy, he pursed his lips and snorted.

Frustrated, a certain snail remembered that he was a student, and now he should be shaking his head and reciting books with his master in class.

The man stood up supporting the stone on the edge of the cliff, looking at Yuntun's figure running back without hesitation, as if he was really in a hurry to go to class.

The wind behind him was getting louder and louder, Yun Tun ran seven or eight steps, and suddenly stopped.

The sound of the wind seemed to blow from between the heaven and the earth, as if it had bypassed thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains, soaked in the ice and snow of the Tianshan Mountains, and then blew behind him, it was quite cold.

Yun Tun turned around, only to see that the originally bright Wenxin Cliff behind him was slowly covered by thick clouds floating from the edge of the sky, the man dressed in white was better than the snow, as if he had come to the top of the cloud from between the ice and snow, the sound of the wind blew him away Her jet-black hair, and her snow-white and wide sleeves billowed in the wind, like clouds floating from the sky.

Yun Tun looked a little dazed, the person in front of him and the person who rescued him in his memory gradually merged into one, and then slowly separated; one was dressed as white as snow, living in the clear clouds, the other was lonely and silent, Hidden in the dark depths of the sea.

He looked at him and laughed, and the voice was carried by the wind.

"Remember, I am called Lian Zheng." The man raised the corners of his lips, piercing the dark night like a ray of warm, yellow sunlight.

Yun Tun looked at the smile on his lips, and wanted to raise the corners of his lips, but for some reason, the corners of his lips seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, which prevented him from smiling, and he could only stare blankly at the sky covered by thick clouds.

The little fox Wen Yuan sat in the Xiangfei Bamboo Forest after class at noon and waited for the wontons, with his big tail sweeping and sweeping lonely behind him, sweeping out half a fan-shaped open space.

Hua Haoyu raised her foot to find a place where there were no piles of dead leaves, and she spotted the back of Wen Yuan's tail at a glance.

Wen Yuan waited anxiously for Yuntun, and felt someone behind him, turned around, and saw Hua Gongzhi standing coldly against his buttocks.

"..."

Oh, he's in the way.

Wen Yuan raised his big tail, pouted his little butt, moved the fluffy ball aside, then straightened up eagerly and hugged his schoolbag with his front hooves, waiting for Yuntun to come out of Xiangfei Bamboo Forest.

It didn't matter if he moved, there was no one sweeping the floor in front of Hua Haoyu's feet, and after a while, dead leaves floated over.He glanced slightly, took a step forward, and stood in the half circle swept by the little fox's big tail.

Wen Yuan's eyebrows twitched on his little head, and he raised his head suspiciously to look at the playboy who was always following him.

Hua Haoyu turned her head away, pointed coldly at the fallen bamboo leaves piled up all over the ground in the bamboo forest, and said with disgust, "There are always a lot of fallen leaves."

"..."

Wen Yuan raised the claws of the pads, put them down and stepped on the thick pile of dead leaves, and wondered in his heart, shouldn't there be leaves in the woods.

Wen Yuan raised his paws and thought about this question, while brushing the fluff of his five ball-like claws.From the depths of the quiet Xiangfei bamboo grove came the sound of rustling and plucking dead leaves, Wen Yuan's eyes were filled with joy, and Sa Yazi jumped into the bamboo grove.

He ran so fast that Hua Haoyu subconsciously grabbed it, only touched a big fluffy tail, and pulled off a handful of hair on the tip of Wen Yuan's tail by the way.

Hua Haoyu stared at the tuft of hair silently for a while, then hid it in her arms, hesitating in her heart, she didn't know if this little thing hurt, if it hurt, why didn't she hear howling.

If it doesn't hurt, it means that this lock of hair is the hair that is about to fade. Hua Haoyu is tangled in every possible way, so easy to shed hair, could it be that she is sick.

Yuntun was walking in a trance when he was bumped head-on by a fox and jumped into his arms. Yuntun was hit by him and staggered backwards, hugged the little gray fox and sat down in the pile of dead leaves, splashing the surrounding area. A few handfuls of fallen leaves.

"What's wrong with you? Are you still sick? Where have you been?" Wen Yuan hooked Yun Tun's clothes with his paws, and sniffed him with the small black nose raised on the narrow fox's face, and then He was shocked to find that the hem of Yuntun's clothes was already dirty, a little wet and dusty. He had a good sense of smell, and immediately smelled what was wet with his clothes.

"You're bleeding?! There's blood on your clothes! Tuntun, what's wrong with you?!" Wen Yuan yelled, and it came out of his narrow fox voice, with a strange and delicate syllable, like a piccolo's monotonous syllables .

Yuntun had no choice but to stand up slowly holding him and supporting the bamboo pole. He lowered his head and glanced at the dirty corner of his robe. Thinking of the shocking blood stains on the corner of the man's lips, he pursed his lips and said slowly, "No ~obstacle~of~, on the road~on~meet~see~only~suffered~injured~rabbit~, give~him~wrap~tie~dye~on~"

"Rabbit~ son~?" Wen Yuan squinted his fox eyes suspiciously, put his paw on his shoulder, leaned over and said seriously, "Can snail~ cow~ chase~ up~ rabbit~ son~?"

Wonton, "..."

Eh~, you~guess~

Hua Haoyu couldn't bear the sight of the little fox lying in Yuntun's arms, but she couldn't tell him to come down, so she could only stare at Yuntun coldly, the dissatisfaction in her eyes became stronger and stronger, and her heroic face exuded a strong The three words 'I'm jealous' are written all over her body.

Yun Tun touched his nose, and put Wen Yuan on the ground under Hua Haoyu's scorching gaze. He wanted to pinch an illusion spell for him, but found that his body's cultivation base was running low. That person healed his wounds, and I handed over all my cultivation to him.

He lowered his eyes, he was no longer that person, he said his name was Lian Zheng.

Wen Yuan picks up Yuntun's trousers, interrupts his trance and looks at him.

Yuntun shook his head, shook the man out of his head, stopped thinking, and said with a smile, "Snail~ox~can~no~can~chasing~up~rabbit~son~no~ok~say~", He looked at Hua Haoyu teasingly, "No~pass~I~know~dawn~fox~raccoon~big~probably~yes~chasing~no~on~fox~raccoon~"

Hua Haoyu, "..."

Come here, I want a hundred copies of "One Hundred Questions About Snail Cooking" for Master Hua.

Wen Yuan transformed into a human form, walked towards the outside of the bamboo forest with Yun Tun, and said excitedly, "I heard that the emperor of Qisheng will also come this time, if Tun Tun and Hua Gongzhi win, it will definitely impress the other three halls." of!"

Hua Haoyu slightly raised the corners of her lips, her eyes were clear and almost gentle.

Yun Tun was taken aback, blinked and said, "God~jun~come~where~er~? Oh~no~, Qi~sheng~try~is~what~what~?"