Heartthrob, he's always crashing

The blood lost from his fingertips was not much, but it made him a lot weaker and a little top-heavy.

It was as if all the spiritual power had been sucked in.

Shen Yanjun frowned, the ruby ​​on the dagger was glowing red under the moonlight, he put the dagger back without saying anything, turned his head to look at Chu Qinghan behind him, and showed an embarrassed smile, " My dagger is not very good, can you lend me yours?"

Chu Qinghan glanced at him, and handed over his dagger.

After the latter took it, he scratched his hand again, blood dripped down, and finally signed the contract successfully.

After confirming it once, Chu Qinghan put the ring in his palm in front of Zhu Tuo.

"I can give you whatever you like." Zhu Tuo looked at the other party enthusiastically.

Chu Qinghan ignored him.

"Thank you," Shen Yanjun returned the dagger, stretched out his hand to press the immortal rope, recognized the master's rope and instantly loosened the bondage with his consciousness, wrapped it obediently and put it in the ring, "Okay, now you You can go."

It was just a small hole, but Shen Yanjun's expression showed a sense of weakness that was hemorrhaging.

Zhu Tuo picked up the ring, re-engraved the spiritual imprint, stood up quickly, patted the dust on his body, collected his things, and glanced at Shen Yanjun, "What is it? I squeezed two drops of blood .”

Shen Yanjun stood up slowly, knowing that he would not be hurt by this person, he became more courageous, and rolled his eyes at the person, "I'm sleepy, can't I? You hurry up, or we will arrest you stand up."

"Then I'm leaving, see you next time." Zhu Tuo didn't take his words seriously at all, and was rather annoyed, but finding interesting people made him feel happier.

The man thought he was cool and waved his hand, then turned and left. Shen Yanjun looked at the big holes on his back because of being dragged, and murmured: "Let's never see each other again."

After the people left, the young man stretched himself, feeling very swollen after completing a major event. He aggressively set himself up and cleaned up the pot, then walked towards his tent, "I'm going to sleep, see you tomorrow."

Chu Qinghan slightly raised his eyebrows, moved his feet slightly, and said, "This is for you."

When Shen Yanjun heard the sound, he turned around and saw a small bottle arcing in the air and landed in his arms.

"Healing the wound," Chu Qinghan walked into another tent, "it's the reward for this meal."

"Oh...thank you." Shen Yanjun touched the porcelain bottle with his thumb, and got into his tent.

As soon as the young man took two steps, he knelt directly on the blanket he had laid on the ground, sweating profusely. He put Chu Qinghan's porcelain bottle aside, and took out the Lingyun ointment from his receiving ring. Dabbed it on his wound.

The wound healed quickly, but the fatigue on his body did not ease at all.

Shen Yanjun sat up cross-legged, put his hands on his knees, mobilized his spiritual power and began to recover, and connected to the system in his heart, "Do you know what that dagger is?"

[Querying...]

[The query is successful, the host is holding a fifth-level intermediate Chiyue curved blade, which has been recognized as the owner, but because the host's ability is too low, the Chiyue curved blade has been suppressed to the second level]

"Huh? What is that thing? It's so evil that it almost sucked me to death," Shen Yanjun complained in his heart. Because his body's spiritual power was used to digest food all the year round, it recovered very proficiently and quickly. He thought carefully , tilted his head, "No, when I cut up the rabbit pig, didn't I see it suck blood?"

[it doesn't suck all blood]

"Oh, that's true."

After a while of silence, Shen Yanjun asked again: "Could this thing become my talisman?"

[No, just signed a contract, the host has not been recognized by it]

half an hour.

In the quiet tent, a cold snort suddenly appeared.

……

Shen Yanjun meditated all night, and finally recovered most of the spiritual power that was sucked by the dagger, and digested all the food by the way.

When the young man came out of the tent, Chu Qinghan had been practicing outside for an unknown amount of time. There was a thin layer of sweat on his temples, and his eyes seemed to be soaked in water, shining like waves, which dissipated a lot of his usual chill.

The sky has just turned white, the sun has not yet risen, the forest is misty, the young man stands holding a sword, and his blue clothes reflect each other with the surrounding shade, like a painting.

Shen Yanjun was a little dumbfounded, and then he reacted after his stomach growled.

After Chu Qinghan heard the voice, he paused for a while in practicing sword, and then continued to practice.

The swordsmanship he practiced was not the swordsmanship of the Qiuyan school, but more like the one he used when he was catching silvertails. Because Shen Yanjun knew it a long time ago, he didn't deliberately hide it.

Shen Yanjun rubbed his stomach, and said to someone, "I'll go find something to eat."

After that, he rushed into the woods on one side.

Mark the trees as you go.

When he was dragging Zhu Tuo on the ground yesterday, he found a cave on the way. Based on his experience of eating for so long, he can be sure that spirit beasts should live in it.

Shen Yanjun called out his saber, and relying on his memory, sharpened the sword and hurriedly walked towards his destination.

It was almost time for a cup of tea, and Shen Yanjun walked back cheerfully dragging something that looked like a calf's thigh.

That leg was half the size of his body, and the boy's body had been thin and thin since he was a child, like a son who couldn't lift his hands or shoulders. Such a big leg was easily held by him, and the contrast was huge.

"Eat something light in the morning, I'll make beef bone soup for you, and eat beef skewers and fried beef with scallions at noon." Shen Yanjun was very excited, raised his hand for a round, put his legs on the ground, and then began to peel and debone.

The young man who was still practicing his sword heard the sound of the sharp blade piercing his flesh, and after a few moments, he withdrew his sword and walked further away.

The beef bone is cooked with a little meat, which tastes more delicious.

In order not to waste time, Shen Yanjun deliberately used his spiritual power when cooking the meat, turning the cooking pot into a high-strength pressure cooker.

It didn't take too long for the beef soup to be ready.

This time, Shen Yanjun didn't need to ask again, Chu Qinghan came back on time when it was time for dinner.

After eating, the two packed up their things, removed the traces, and continued to walk deep into the forest.

When they first entered here, the two of them could clearly feel that there is a metallic spiritual power outside the current forest with wood attributes, and then outwards are fire, water, earth, and then outwards, Can't tell, it's probably mutated spiritual power.

In short, it is very complicated and diverse, and the dangers contained in it are even more unpredictable.

As expected of the protagonist, I chose the most difficult one.

"Shouldn't we have to go to the innermost part to get that talisman?" Now that Shen Yanjun thought about this part of the plot, he found that he didn't remember it very clearly.

The content of that chapter was more about the plot of the male supporting role Zhu Tuo stalking Chu Qinghan. There was no particularly detailed description of the plot. In short, in the end, the protagonist obtained a peerless magic weapon. How he obtained it, he remembered. I can't get up.

Chu Qinghan held the sword at his waist, and the spiritual power in his body was slowly circulating, "Yeah."

"Then the two of us should take care of each other." Shen Yanjun held up the dagger timidly, approaching Chu Qinghan with a worried face.

The latter looked at the young man's timid expression, and flashed in his mind the appearance of the other party's huge legs being blown by the wind, and the corner of his mouth twitched.