NPC he is a bit demon [Transmigration Book]

Yan Liang had no choice but to honestly let Ji Ke raise his hand and press down on his thumb, which was sticky due to residual blood.

He needs to wash well when he goes back, Yan Liang thought so, although he didn't know where he was going back.

"Oops, I forgot the ice coffin." The mood that had finally calmed down surged again, and Yan Liang remembered that the ice coffin that Ji Ke had been protecting so much was left in Anxi Town.

The long and narrow eyes blinked, and the eyelashes fluttered, and the corners of Ji Ke's lips curled up imperceptibly: "Senior, what do you want the ice coffin to do here?"

Yan Liang's heart moved, and he murmured: "Huh? You know that man in the ice coffin..."

"Of course I know, it's senior," Ji Ke kept holding on to his hand, holding it tighter and tighter, and sighed very lightly: "I'm sorry, I didn't know at the time..."

Somehow, in front of him, Ji Ke's killing and decisive spirit completely disappeared without a trace, like a big child who is sad and blames himself for doing something wrong.

Feeling the trembling of the person in his arms, Yan Liang smiled lightly and said, "It's not your fault, that shell was originally a mute, so I can't tell you the whole story."

"Does it hurt?"

Yan Liangyun said lightly: "It hurts, but it will be over soon when you close your eyes."

Ji Ke pondered for a moment, turned his head slightly, and brushed his lips against Yan Liang's neck inadvertently. The water was fleeting, but it was hot like a soldering iron.

"When I'm better, senior will stab me a few times." Ji Ke said weakly, his words were as soft as sleepwalking.

"...No, I still need medicine." Yan Liang held his forehead, how could it be three years later, the male lead has grown taller and shoulders wider, but his heart has become more childish.

For a moment, Yan Liang felt at ease, as if those wanderings and sufferings before were all waiting for this moment of redemption.

Why, Yan Liang himself can't say well.

Before he came back to his senses, he heard a clang, and the sinking water suddenly came out of its sheath. At that time, the sky was dawning, and the blade of the sword, which was as bright as autumn water, swayed in the pale blue morning light.

Ji Ke's body tensed up again, his half-opened eyes were full of murderous intent, his pale lips were bitten with a circle of blood, he jumped up, and had already passed dozens of moves with the sneak attacker in a blink of an eye.

"Senior, you go first, I will be there later."

"..." Yan Liang just wanted to help, but found that the flame bird he summoned flew westward in a hurry, and his body was unable to move as if he had been enchanted.

Jiang Du sneered coldly: "As expected, he was the most valued disciple of the master back then. After breaking through the dragon killing formation with his own strength, he can still hold his breath and fight against me."

With a turn of the tip of the Immortal Sword in his hand, the sword blade was filled with [-]% spiritual power and stabbed in the air. Immediately, the mountains and rivers moved and the grass and trees burned. Ji Ke knew something was wrong but had no time to dodge. his chest.

The Buxie Sword is the sword of the Patriarch of Wuyan Mountain. It can kill demons and suppress ghosts, and the person holding the sword can kill the same family and clear the house.

"Senior brother, let it go."

Jiang Du smiled slightly, trying to pull out Buxie, and suddenly frowned slightly, Ji Ke held the blade tightly, blood dripped from his chest and fingertips, but his eyes never let go, calm and determined, the arrogance of not admitting defeat until death , staring at Jiang Du shudderingly.

"Why, you want to restrain me so that you can protect that person?"

"..." The spiritual power was lost from the hole in his chest, and the wound on his hand was so deep that the bones were visible, but Ji Ke held on to the blade tightly as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"Okay then, senior brother, how about I give you a big gift from being in the same school for many years? How about waiting for me to cut that beauty into a stick and bury it with you?"

Jiang Du tried his best to draw out Buxie, blood spattered, and three of Ji Ke's fingers holding the sword were severed.

"You! Delusion! Think!"

Jiang Du smiled coldly, turned the blade of his sword and was about to stab at the head, when he saw that Ji Ke was about to spatter blood on the spot, a cold white sword light flashed across the spot, intercepting Buxie.

Jiang Du was startled for a while, a hostility burned between his brows and he forced it back, and smiled stiffly: "I don't know who it is, so it's the second senior brother."

Putting away their swords from each other, Jiang Zhao gestured calmly: I will take care of Ji Ke's affairs, and you go back to Wuyan Mountain first.

The corners of Jiang Du's lips twitched, and he frowned and said, "Second senior brother, did you forget that I can kill anyone if I have no evil in my hand."

Jiang Zhao raised his chin slightly, and gestured unhurriedly: If the younger brother wants to gesture with me, I would be happy to accompany him.

Jiang Du's face was full of anger, but he weighed it in his heart, and forcibly raised the corners of his lips: "Today, I won't bother the second senior brother for advice, I will go ahead and ask the second senior brother to return to Wuyan Mountain as soon as possible." , Master, he is thinking about it every day."

Jiang Zhao nodded lightly, and raised his hand casually: Got it.

After Jiang Du Yujian went away, Jiang Zhaocai took off the calm mask on his lower face, and knelt beside Ji Ke anxiously to check his injuries.

Ji Ke's chest heaved slightly, and blood gushed out from the hole in his chest, dyeing a large area of ​​land black and red, his pale cheeks were covered with dust and blood, his narrow eyes were cracked, and his bloodless lips were slightly parted. Together: "Azhao, Senior Yan is back, this time, take care..."

"Stop talking now, I don't need anyone to protect me, but you..." Yan Liang almost exhausted his spiritual power to release Ji Ke's confinement, hurried back, and saw that Ji Ke had been stabbed several times A hole, lying dying in a pool of blood.

Even though he was dying, he still smiled at him, showing his playful little canine teeth, his lips moved, Yan Liang couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.

Jiang Zhao at the side didn't expect that Senior Yan was still alive, and stared at Yan Liang in a daze. When the other party spoke, he remembered that Ji Ke was seriously injured, and was at a loss for a while.

"Master Jiang, do you know where A Yu is?" Yan Liang pressed the wound on Ji Ke's chest to try to suppress the gurgling blood, but it was of no avail.

Jiang Zhao frowned deeply and nodded, as Yan Liang expected, he has taken care of Yu these years.

"Young Master Jiang, please lead the way." Saying this, Yan Liang carefully picked up Ji Ke, the injury was so deep that he could only hug him horizontally, and he also picked up the three fingers that fell on the mud ground very carefully, wiped them clean and put them away. Put it in the ice box you carry with you.

How did his protagonist fall to such a miserable state...

Yan Liang followed Jiang Zhao Yujian to the west, Ji Ke was completely unconscious in his arms, blood stained Yan Liang's body, clusters of thick blood Nanhua seemed to bloom on the original plain white Taoist robe, shockingly coquettish.

"All these years, Ah Yu...is he alright?"

Jiang Zhao pondered for a moment, nodded, then shook his head lightly again.

"..." Yan Liang wanted to ask, but didn't know where to start, so he could only calm down and continue Ji Kedu's spiritual energy.

After a long silence between each other, Jiang Zhao raised his hand and opened his lips while gesticulating: Will the seniors hold grudges against A Yu?

Yan Liang understood his lips, smiled and shook his head: "I'm worried that because of that incident back then, he will have a hard time over the years."

Jiang Zhao's eyes flickered, and he raised his hand in silence for a moment: I... thank you senior on behalf of A Yu.

Strangely enough, Yan Liang understood Jiang Zhao's sign language, and immediately understood the meaning, and smiled lightly: "Thank you, your brother still needs Ayu's help."

After a pause, he said softly, "It's Ah Yu's blessing to have Mr. Jiang by your side."

His words had two meanings, one was to show that he really didn't take what happened back then to heart, and the other was to reassure Jiang Zhao that even if he came back, they would not destroy their existing relationship.

Hearing this, Jiang Zhao's face turned red, and he hurriedly dodged and lowered his eyes to gesture: Senior misunderstood, Ayu and I are not...that kind of relationship.

Yan Liangyun said lightly: "Come on, I can't understand what you said."

Jiang Zhaowu was blushing from the sidelines, thinking about the senior's words repeatedly and worrying about his senior brother's injury, his mind was in a mess.

Yujian walked for nearly two hours, and arrived at the Ruobei boundary. Surrounded by spiritual mist, the river was silent, and the cliffs on both sides of Yujian were cut, and the atmosphere of the mountains and forests was very suitable for healing and practice.

At the end of the Ruojiang River is a forest of blood cherry blossoms. Even though the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the red cherry blossoms are still burning to the sky for a radius of ten miles. Yan Liang looked at the strange scenery under his feet without blinking, and was shocked. scenery.

There is a courtyard in the depths of the cherry grove, surrounded by various fruit trees. It is autumn, and the persimmon trees are full of yellow fruits.

A moon-white figure flashed out of the room: "Young Master Jiang, why didn't you tell me in advance that you brought someone back as a guest, I'm not prepared..."

The four eyes met, those peach blossom eyes that always carried a smile froze instantly, Du Yu opened his mouth in a daze, and the tea tray in his arms slipped from his hands.

Jiang Zhao quickly took a step forward to catch the tray with one hand, and patted Du Yu's shoulder comfortingly with the other.

Du Yu looked over Jiang Zhao's shoulder, staring straight at Yan Liang and the bloody Ji Ke in his arms, his lips were trembling, his stomach was stuffed with thousands of words, and he couldn't speak a word as if he was dumb.

"Ayu, long time no see, Young Master Ji is dying, please save his life."

The peach blossom eyes blinked, and the clear eyes were gradually clouded with mist. He slightly raised his head and looked at Jiang Zhao, frowning slightly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly as if crying and smiling, and blamed: "Jiang Zhao, are you acting like a fool again?" What kind of illusion did you claim to deceive me?"

"..."

The peach blossom eyes were bent, and a tear slipped from the end of the eye, and condensed on the chin, crystal clear: "Although what I did this time is a million times better than before, but I... can't believe it."

Jiang Zhao was startled, raised his hand to press the corner of Du Yu's eyes to wipe away his tears, and gestured with a smile: "A Yu, this time it's true, absolutely true."

Only then did Du Yu shift his gaze to Yan Liang who was wearing a blood coat and hugging the blood man again: "Brother Liang, are you really...really?"

After saying a word, tears flowed down, and Jiang Zhao couldn't wipe them off no matter how hard he tried.