After being divorced by the Chosen One

And just when the handkerchief Jiang Zhuyue was holding was about to touch Jianxiu's side face, there was a crisp 'pop'.

Jiang Zhuyue's hand was hit violently by the hilt of the sword's sword, and the handkerchief fell to the ground.

Jiang Zhuyue's expression changed.

Now he bit his lip and looked down, there was a three-inch wide red mark on the back of his snow-white hand, which was dazzling.

If it wasn't for the sword cultivator's useless internal strength, his hand might be broken.

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Zhuyue didn't care about anything else, and hurried to get the sore medicine.

When the sword cultivator saw this scene, his expression was a little strange. After a long time, the sword cultivator whispered: "Have you never trained before?"

Jiang Zhuyue smiled awkwardly and said, "Innately deficient, I can't train my body."

I can't blame Jianxiu for this. After all, Jianxiu didn't use his true energy at all. If a normal monk is beaten like this, it is probably equivalent to being bitten by a mosquito, but Jiang Zhuyue's body is too delicate...

Jianxiu looked at the bruise on Jiang Zhuyue's hand, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "Show me your hand."

Jiang Zhuyue was slightly taken aback and frowned, but finally stopped looking for medicine and obediently stretched out her hand.

Jianxiu also reached out his hand at the same time, gently holding Jiang Zhuyue's fingers.

The skin of the two touched, at that moment Jiang Zhuyue seemed to have pinched a piece of cold jade, delicate, hard, cold, but lifeless.

And the sword cultivator held Jiang Zhuyue's hand, and felt a little weird for a moment.

Jiang Zhuyue's hands were too delicate and soft, with a warm temperature, without the slightest trace of years of honing, it didn't look like the hands that a monk should have.

But this strange feeling was fleeting, and soon, Jianxiu closed his eyes and put his fingers together, the brilliance of the fingertips flickered, and the spiritual energy gathered.

The cold fingertips gently swept over the wound on the back of Jiang Zhuyue's hand, and the bruises disappeared most of them in a flash.

Jiang Zhuyue could even feel Jianxiu's zhenqi mobilizing the zhenqi in his body, resonating slightly, forming an extremely smooth cycle.

With such a smooth, unimpeded and incomparably thick zhenqi, what kind of mentality does this sword cultivator cultivate?

Jiang Zhuyue was puzzled and shocked, but the cool feeling on his hand had disappeared.

"There is nothing wrong with the tendons and veins, you can use golden sore medicine for skin trauma."

When Jiang Zhuyue came back to his senses, he became more inquiring and curious about Jianxiu, and felt more and more that this is a golden thigh!

At this moment, he was about to say thank you, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the blood-stained chin of that sword cultivator.

Breaking down in an instant...

Sword repair:?

This time Jiang Zhuyue didn't dare to move anymore. After thinking about it, he took out a mirror and handed it over, earnestly said: "Brother, let's clean it."

Jianxiu took the mirror and looked at it: ...

Then he turned his face away silently.

And Jiang Zhuyue has already found out the golden sore medicine, and rubbed it on himself.

But to be honest, after the sword cultivator had just dredged the blood and tendons for him, he only felt a little pain now.

After applying the golden sore medicine, Jiang Zhuyue glanced at Jianxiu who was back to meditating, thought for a while, but didn't talk rashly, but walked aside and began to study the wind horned beast's body.

You have to do something practical to make your thigh look at him with admiration.

After researching, Jiang Zhuyue found that the sword cultivator was very precise in his shots. Except for a little blood on the chest of the windhorn beast's body, the skin and flesh in other parts were very good. It should be fine to cook and eat.

So Jiang Zhuyue pondered for a while, then raised his head and asked the sword cultivator, "Can Xiongtai eat spicy food?"

Sword repair:?

After a while, the sword cultivator said: "No fire is allowed in the endless forest."

Jiang Zhuyue smiled: "I know."

Immediately, Jiang Zhuyue took out a sharp boning knife, and said with a smile to himself: "In this case, I will make a clear soup pot. If you like spicy food, you can add it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Zhuyue began to dissect the monster.

And Jianxiu watched Jiang Zhuyue deftly dissecting the monster's back with a strange expression.

half an hour later

Jianxiu looked at the energy formation made of flint stones in front of him, and pursed his lips slightly.

At this moment, Jiang Zhuyue is putting a thickened pure copper hot pot filled with clear water and monster meat into the energy array and starting to heat it up.

Cook hot pot with energy array...

This is really rich and powerful to a state.

But soon, a very strong and attractive fresh fragrance emanated from this dense forest.

The thick white soup in the hot pot was bubbling and bubbling, the meat slices had been cooked to a grayish white color, and the bone marrow was cooked through, making it extremely soft and rotten.

It seems that Jiang Zhuyue's craftsmanship is really good.

At this moment, he sprinkled some pepper powder into the soup pot, added some rosemary, stirred it with chopsticks, and then took out two bowls and two saucers.

Put sesame oil and fermented bean curd sesame paste on the saucer, Jiang Zhuyue thickly put chili oil on his own dish, and handed the other to Jianxiu without adding anything.

Jianxiu hesitated for a moment, then Jiang Zhuyue said: "Brother, you beat this yourself, you won't eat it for nothing."

Jianxiu finally took the dish.

Jiang Zhuyue smiled slightly, and took out a bottle of Persian tribute wine like a conjuring act, poured half a bowl for herself, then went to the hot pot and ate it hot.

The sword cultivator only tasted a little bit, while Jiang Zhuyue ate two bowls by himself and ate several big bone sticks.

Sword repair:.

As a monk, Jiang Zhuyue is too hungry

After eating, Jiang Zhuyue wiped his mouth, and put away the other two big bone sticks that he didn't have time to make, and said: "This bone stick is cut open, the roasted bone marrow is delicious, and it's good for supper. "

Sword repair: ...

After watching for a long time, finally, for the first time, Jianxiu took the initiative to say a word to Jiang Zhuyue.

"Why did you come to this endless forest?"

You don't come here for supper, do you?

Jiang Zhuyue's heart skipped a beat, and she smiled lazily, "Of course it's a chance."

Sword repair:?

Do you rely on cooking to seize the opportunity?

But Jiang Zhuyue had the courage to quietly observe Jianxiu's expression, and suddenly said with a smile: "Brother, how is my hot pot? Can I still eat it?"

Jianxiu frowned slightly, and after a while, he said briefly: "It's okay."

Jiang Zhuyue chuckled: "Brother, do you want to consider hiring a servant who can cook?"

Sword repair:?

Before the sword cultivator could refuse, Jiang Zhuyue said in a persuasive manner: "Brother, I am also a Nascent Soul, I can run and fight, and I am very clever. I will never drag you down. Besides, those monster meat can't be eaten, so I just throw it away." What a pity."

Sword repair: ...

Silence, a long silence.

But Jiang Zhuyue observed Jianxiu's expression, but he was not in a hurry at all, because he had gradually figured out the temperament of Jianxiu now, and knew that the longer the silence, the more likely it would be tantamount to acquiescing.

Finally, after a long time, the sword cultivator asked, "What's your name?"

Jiang Zhuyue was overjoyed, knowing that the thigh was hugged, and quickly said: "My surname is Shen, and the single name is the word Yu."

"Shen Yu." Jianxiu read these two words slowly.

Jiang Zhuyue smiled: "It's Shen Yu."

After a long time, the sword cultivator spat out two words like gold: "Lin Jin."

"Shuangmulin? Jin is—"

"Jin of Jinyun."

Jiang Zhuyue blinked and smiled faintly: "Good name."

Lin Jin stopped talking.

Jiang Zhuyue knew that Lin Jin had a cold personality. Now that he was connected, he was not in a hurry to make friends, so he yawned and said, "Brother Lin, I'm sleepy. Rest now. You need to rest later." , Come into the tent too, I brought a tent, it’s cold outside.”

Lin Jin: "Yes."

Jiang Zhuyue smiled, and took out an unusually luxurious and warm tent from the storage ring in front of Lin Jin, and got in.

The moonlight was pouring down quietly, and Lin Jin slowly opened his eyes at this moment, looking at Jiang Zhuyue's tent made of ermine skin and the unusually complicated protective charms affixed to the top of the tent, and then glanced at the quilt next to him. Throwing the hot pot aside after cooking, the energy array worth thousands of middle-grade spirit stones looked thoughtful.

He had seen such a generous move before.

It's just that those riches and honors have nothing to do with him now, and he doesn't pursue them either.

At this moment, it's just a little emotional.

However, it was only a few moments before Lin Jin closed his eyes quietly, let go of his thoughts, and continued to meditate.

Jiang Zhuyue in the tent is very comfortable now.He never abused himself, first made the bed with the softest fox fur felt, and then set up a constant temperature array, and fell asleep happily.

On this first night in the endless forest, Jiang Zhuyue slept very peacefully and soundly.

And Lin Jin, after all, still didn't enjoy Jiang Zhuyue's tent, and just meditated and practiced all night outside in the cold and desolate moonlight.

·

In the early morning of the second day, the miasma gradually spread out.

Lin Jin opened his eyes in the light green miasma, and looked at the tent in front of him that had been quietly poured down by the morning light.

Jiang Zhuyue hasn't come out yet.

And in another two hours, the miasma might be even thicker, and they had to rush to the deeper jungle before then.

Thinking of this, Lin Jin frowned slightly under the blindfold, stood up, walked to the tent, and knocked lightly on the door of the tent.

"Shen Yu."

Jiang Zhuyue did not respond.

Lin Jin pursed his thin lips slightly, and his tone was a little cold: "Shen Yu, let's go."

Jiang Zhuyue still didn't respond.

In the past, Lin Jin might have turned around and left.

But thinking about the bowl of hot soup and Jiang Zhuyue's lively smile last night, Lin Jin hesitated for a moment, then opened the curtain in front of the tent with the hilt of his sword.

The door curtain was lifted, and the faint sunlight came in.

Jiang Zhuyue will now fall into the warm fox down, sleeping soundly, and not in a good sleeping position.

Half of the plain-colored underwear was rolled up, revealing the soft waist and snow-white belly. A head of jet-black blue hair slanted, making the fox fur whiter and more dazzling.A pair of bare feet were exposed outside without any rules, as if they were not afraid of the cold at all.

Jiang Zhuyue's current face can only be called ordinary and handsome, but he will close his eyes, his slender and thick eyelashes are quietly drooping, and the sun shines softly on his face, which actually makes him look a bit tempting The dusty temperament comes.

Seeing Jiang Zhuyue's sleeping posture, Lin Jinxiu's hand holding the sword froze slightly, and his expression froze.

But soon, he pursed his lips, raised his finger and flicked lightly.

A burst of energy bounced on Jiang Zhuyue's forehead, and Jiang Zhuyue immediately jumped up with an "ouch", covering his forehead with aggrieved expression.

"pain……"

Lin Jin originally wanted to say that if Jiang Zhuyue was so lazy again, he would stop following him.

But seeing Jiang Zhuyue's face full of grievances and the corners of his lips drooping, he couldn't say those words for a while.

After a while, Lin Jin said lightly, "Are you awake? It's time to get on the road."

Jiang Zhuyue rubbed her eyes and complained all over her face, but she still said, "Okay...I'll change immediately."

Lin Jin didn't say anything more, turned around, lowered the curtain, and walked out.

As soon as Lin Jin left, Jiang Zhuyue immediately straightened up like a carp, sat up straight, his eyes were clear, how could he look a little sleepy?

Yes, he was faking it.

In fact, he had already woken up.

By doing this, he just wanted to see if Lin Jin really wanted to take him in, or if he wanted to take the opportunity to plot wrongdoing, killing people and getting rich.

But now it seems that the former is naturally not possible.

Jiang Zhuyue smiled slightly, a sly and crystal light flashed in her eyes.

I can live a life of lying and winning again.