Heartthrob, he's always crashing

"Don't come here!" Shen Yanjun subconsciously shouted as he looked at the group of spirit beasts behind him.

Zhu Tuo didn't seem to hear it at all. After running to the shore, he stepped hard and flew directly to the top of their pavilion.

Shen Yanjun called out his epee, and with a backhand swing, he was about to hit Zhu Tuo back.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Tuo's body suddenly lifted in mid-air, his toes firmly stepped on the head of the sword, and he slowly squatted down. With a wave of his hand, the fan shrank into an ordinary-sized folding fan, with a green face and jade bones, on which were outlined With a light slap of a black flying dragon, all the stains on the man's body were wiped away, revealing a pair of deep and unfathomable eyes, "Little pig, the way you monks treat friends is always so...enthusiastic?"

As soon as the person approached, Shen Yanjun smelled a strong smell of blood, obviously he had gone through a fierce battle.

Although the opponent stepped on his sword, he couldn't feel the slightest weight. The difference in strength can often be felt from some details. Most people can't be driven away. The young man felt depressed, put away the sword, and replied: "Don't name me indiscriminately!"

They were still in the water-attributed lake, but the frozen lake was now full of running water, and the pavilion became an isolated island in the lake, and the people on it could not go anywhere.

Chu Qinghan glanced lightly at Zhu Tuo who was standing next to Shen Yanjun with his hands folded in his sleeves and smiling. No matter how he looked at him, he felt a bit obtrusive. When the latter saw him looking over, his eyes lit up slightly, and he stretched out his right hand and waved at the person. "We meet again~"

Chu Qinghan frowned lightly, with a little irritability in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the group of spirit beasts that were about to charge across the lake, and made a tough posture.

Zhu Tuo was frozen, rubbed his arms, and said to Shen Yanjun, "Oh~ Little Pig's companion is a cold beauty."

"Don't call me little pig!" Shen Yanjun emphasized again, didn't the book say that this person has a hot temper and a straight temper?Why do I feel full of crooked intestines now, treacherous and treacherous.

He puffed up his cheeks, looked Zhu Tuo up and down, and racked his brains to come up with a suitable address for him, "It's flying around in black, big! Black! Bird!"

"Huh?" Zhu Tuo was stunned for a moment, and then a series of deep laughter rolled out of his throat, his eyes seemed to hide tiny stars, "You are so interesting, hahaha..."

"Don't laugh!" Shen Yanjun was going to be so angry that if he couldn't beat him, he would throw people out to feed the spirit beasts right now.

Speaking of spirit beasts, the group of spirit beasts chasing Zhu Tuo stopped moving forward after rushing to the shore, as if they were taboo about something in the lake, wandering around without crossing the boundary or leaving.

Shen Yanjun didn't want to stay with the man next to him anymore, he walked to Chu Qinghan's side, pointed at the opposite side, "They don't seem to be able to get through, are we safe?"

"Temporary." Chu Qinghan frowned slightly, took out two tiles from the edge of the pavilion, held them in his hands, threw one upwards, and threw the other close to the water surface, this time the upward one was not blocked by the barrier, but it didn't fly much In the distance, a bird-like black shadow in the air instantly snatched the tile away.

The ones that were close to the water surface were eaten by the big fish that bounced out of the water.

Yujian and water are not feasible.

"It is indeed safe for the time being. When the lake freezes again at dawn, the herd of spirit beasts will rush up," Zhu Tuo followed, with a slight smile on his face, and looked up at the black shadow flying into the distance , "How come there are magic vultures here?"

"What is a magic vulture?" Shen Yanjun looked at Chu Qinghan and asked.

Zhu Tuo tilted his head and looked at Shen Yanjun, "This is a creature from my demon world. I know it better. You should ask me."

"The magic vulture mainly lives in the demon world, and its claws and beaks are highly poisonous, so it's hard to deal with." Chu Qinghan narrated calmly and concisely, and after finishing speaking, he glanced at Zhu Tuo unintentionally.

The latter looked back at the past without hesitation, "I didn't expect Leng Meili to know something about my demon world."

Shen Yanjun looked at Zhu Tuo showing off, "There are more things you can't think of."

Chu Qinghan put away his sword, sat down cross-legged, and said, "Wait until dawn."

"But it's dawn, and the lake is frozen again, so don't those spirit beasts rush up?" Shen Yanjun sat down, and even Zhu Tuo was chased like this, he didn't think he could kill a bloody path among these spirit beasts.

"The spirit beast is chasing after him, not us." Chu Qinghan's voice contained no emotion, even more hostility.

But it can also be figured out, after all, it was Zhu Tuo who brought the danger here.

Shen Yanjun took it very seriously, and even gloated a bit and said to Zhu Tuo: "Run faster then, if you get caught, I will burn more paper money for you on this day next year."

"Why are you so heartless?" Zhu Tuo walked over, sat next to Shen Yanjun, and wanted to pinch his face, but before he could make a move, a black scabbard was pressed against his chest.

The surface of the lake tended to be calm, and it contained all the starlight at night like a mirror. The shimmering light reflected a silver-white pattern of light on Chu Qinghan's body and the bottom of his eyes. The edges of the whole person became hazy, as if from The seductiveness coming out of the water, but the perennial chill between the brows seems a bit cold and unfeeling.

Seductively raised her eyebrows, her eyes were gloomy under her thin eyelashes, her thin lips parted slightly, "Don't touch me casually."

"Such a baby?" Zhu Tuo's eyes deepened, and he leaned back slightly, but he didn't plan to make any more moves.

Shen Yanjun was terrified by his teasing, I hope the protagonist doesn't care.

"When you go out, don't trust anyone except those from your own sect." Chu Qinghan frowned, tapped his knees with his fingertips, his eyes were full of alienation, "People from the devil world, you should be more careful. "

What Chu Qinghan said was what the head of the sect had ordered. After being reminded like this, Shen Yanjun realized that this is the world of cultivating immortals, but there are different distances and barriers between each faction, not to mention the fact that it is the world of cultivating immortals. The demon world that the mainland fears.

He has always treated them as male supporting characters and protagonists in the book, but ignored the other party's position and identity.

"Stay away from me, stay away." The young man hurriedly waved his hand as if enlightened, and hurriedly said.

Zhu Tuo looked sad, "You treat me like this?"

As he said this, he still stood up and sat on the other side of the pavilion.

After a while, he heard a "hiss" in pain, but there was no response, and the wailing sound became louder, "Mmm..."

Shen Yanjun was so annoyed that he couldn't calm down, and asked impatiently: "What's wrong?"

"It hurts, my back is hurt." Zhu Tuo turned his back to show him his back.

Shen Yanjun looked at the other party's back. The other party used the body purification technique and he was wearing black clothes before, so he didn't notice it. Now when he looked closely, he saw another dark blood oozing out. The injured seemed to be the In the places where he dragged his clothes on the ground before, could it be possible that this person broke into the core just like that in that rags?

"It is reasonable to say that the magic weapon in my clothes should be able to resist it," Zhu Tuo tugged at his clothes, his tone full of doubts, "I don't know why my back is broken in a few places."

"Oh~" Shen Yanjun touched the tip of his nose guiltily, carefully glanced at Chu Qinghan next to him, and said to the injured man with his neck straightened: "Hurry up and apply more medicine!"

"I can't wipe it off by myself," Zhu Tuo looked anxiously at the young man sitting in the corner of the pavilion, "Can you help me?"

"Why don't you bear it any longer, and we'll go back tomorrow, and ask some of your protectors to wipe it on for you."

Applying medicine to the male partner in front of the protagonist, is he the cannon fodder?Or is he a cannon fodder who doesn't want to live anymore?

Zhu Tuo seemed to be in so much pain that he couldn't hold back the smile on his face. After a while, his face turned pale, and his temples were covered with cold sweat, "But I can't hold it back..."