Heartthrob, he's always crashing

The weather outside is just right, there is no cloud, the sun is hanging on the top, the air is twisted and rising by burning, quiet and dead.

Passing through layers of leaves, in the deep and dense forest, on the contrary, it is almost difficult to see direct light, and the temperature has dropped by half. Occasionally, a large spirit beast runs through the forest, bringing a refreshing cold wind.

"So, where are we now?"

Shen Yanjun supported a tree and sat down. After they separated from their juniors and juniors, to save time, they turned around and rushed directly to the depths of the forest. After walking for about a day, the ranks of the spirit beasts they encountered gradually rose. The surrounding environment has also become more complicated, and it has been relatively safe to march step by step for three or four days.

The problem happened just last night. Furry, who had been secretly rubbing against Shen Yanjun's face, suddenly opened his mouth and licked his fingers, making him sit up from the bed trembling in fright.

After realizing that he could move, Shen Yanjun rummaged in his tent first, but he didn't find the creature as expected.

He came out of the tent and planned to search outside, but he saw that the area they were in was surrounded by a group of spirit beasts at some point, and they didn't notice it at all with their cultivation base.

He hurriedly woke up the other two. There were so many spirit beasts that they couldn't finish the fight. The three of them ran all night, and when it was dawn, the spirit beasts were thrown away, but they didn't know where they went.

Totally lost.

Chu Qinghan pursed his lips tightly, raised his eyes and saw that there were trees all around him, without any memories, even if he climbed up and looked far away, he still couldn’t find the way and couldn’t see other people, the forest was too big, even though he painted it before Although Mark never met again, it still couldn't prevent them from getting lost.

Du Qiaoqi wiped the sweat from his forehead, put one hand on the arch of his eyebrows and looked out, guessing: "We should be close to the deepest part of the forest now, as long as we break through here, we should be able to reach our destination."

Shen Yanjun nodded in agreement. With the speed of the three of them, it should be about the same after running for so long.

Anyway, there is still time, so there is no rush.

The young man took a deep breath, relaxed his shoulders, and leaned back habitually. The feeling that should have been covered with thick bark was replaced by a void. Shen Yanjun suddenly opened his eyes wide and leaned back.

Seeing that he was about to sit unsteadily, Chu Qinghan grabbed his upraised hand, which should have been able to hold it, but suddenly a strong suction came from behind him and pulled them in together.

"Wow!" Shen Yanjun yelled, the weightlessness felt like a big hand directly grabbed his heart and locked his throat, and he fell into a tunnel, rolling and sliding down.

Chu Qinghan held his hand tightly, and after a while the two rolled together, Shen Yanjun only felt that his head was being protected with one hand, and then his whole face was covered in a cold fragrance.

"Boom boom boom!"

There were bursts of crashing sounds from all around, and Chu Qinghan held him in his arms without saying a word.

Although Shen Yanjun's head was protected, the place where Shen Yanjun was hit was not relieved much. Both of them fell badly and had no spiritual power to use at all.

I don't know how long it took to fall, but the two of them finally stopped rolling and fell from a high altitude. Shen Yanjun's injuries were relatively minor, and after regaining consciousness a little bit, his mental strength was almost condensed, and he held Chu Qinghan's waist with one hand, The other hand summoned a ball of spiritual power and threw it downward.

In a few moments, a thick vine grew from bottom to top.

The two fell on it at once, with too much force, and the leaves were directly scattered by someone. Shen Yanjun waved his hand again, and several leaves were stacked on top of each other, and they were scattered one after another.

Shen Yanjun clenched his teeth and blushed a little. After many times of buffering, the leaf finally caught the two of them. It was manipulated by it and put them on the ground. The young man pushed the person next to him, opened his mouth and said a word. Without saying a word, he couldn't bear it any longer and passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Yanjun felt something licking his fingers again, he frowned slightly, the pain in his body made him dare not move for a while, the young man slowly opened his eyes, and then he saw a two-slap-sized Fuqiu was opening his mouth, gnawing on his ring with a row of young teeth.

"What are you doing?"

"Wow!" Mao Qiu was taken aback, and ran away jumping up and down. He was too nervous for a while, and rolled on the ground with his left foot mixed with his right foot, rolling into the darkness, "Aw!" With a bang, it hit the stone wall next to it, and then there were bursts of aggrieved sobs.

Shen Yanjun raised his hand and touched his ring, and found a row of imprints bitten out by the fur ball, but fortunately, it was not damaged. The material of this ring was personally selected by the master of Duanzhu sect, and normal attacks were impossible. Leaving a little scar, even if it is Lei Jie.

This furball-like creature's teeth bite is actually stronger than Lei Jie?

The young man touched his fingers again with lingering fear. If he got up later, would his fingers be gone?

[warn!The protagonist's life value drops by 30%, and the whole world will collapse if the protagonist dies, please pay attention to the host]

Being reminded like this, Shen Yanjun hurriedly looked at Chu Qinghan who was lying unconscious on the side, squatted down halfway, took out two recovery pills from the ring, pinched Chu Qinghan's chin and fed them, After that, he helped the man halfway up, stripped off his clothes, the whole upper body was covered with bruises and bruises, the young man's nose was sore, and he was very moved.

Chu Qing looked cold on his face, but he was actually a very warm-hearted person.

He exchanged two more bottles of Lingyun ointment from the system, and applied the medicine to the young man little by little.

The young man has practiced martial arts all the year round. He has a well-proportioned body without a trace of fat. His thin muscles are attached to his body. His shape is very good-looking. His skin color is fair and delicate. Shen Yanjun might take a second look at him on weekdays, but at this moment, his attention is all on the wounds on the opponent's body. In addition to new scratches, there are also some old wounds in various styles.

In his time, the boy had just entered college at this age, how could it be like this, injuries have become a habit.

Shen Yanjun sighed, feeling a little distressed, and the action of applying the medicine was gentler.

Seeing that the monk didn't come over from the beginning to the end, the furball crying in the corner stopped crying. He sat down by himself, touched his head with his hind paws, and walked over with his chest up.

Maoqiu walked up to Shen Yanjun, stretched his limbs, and when he was ready to fight, he suddenly smelled a particularly fragrant smell. His red eyes fixed on the Lingyun ointment in the opponent's hand, and he quietly approached to see that he was not rushing. It flicked its tongue back.

A thick layer of ointment was swallowed by it, "Aww!" The fur all over Fuqiu's body suddenly exploded, his feet limp and crawled on the ground, and his tongue stuck out.

Shen Yanjun glanced at it, and then asked the system while applying the medicine, "Is it all right?"

[It's okay, the system monitoring is due to the overdose of the drug and passed out, and I will wake up soon]

"This IQ..." Shen Yanjun shook his head in distaste. Now that all parts of Chu Qinghan's body that can be wiped off have been wiped off, the medicine is taking effect very quickly. His injuries are almost healed.

[The protagonist's health is recovering rapidly...]

Shen Yanjun nodded in satisfaction, and began to put on clothes for people. It was a coincidence that when he put on pants for people, he woke up, and a bone-chilling voice came from above his head, "What are you doing?"

When the young man raised his head, he was facing a pair of dark eyes full of coldness and a hint of disgust.

"No, I'm helping you get dressed." Shen Yanjun hurriedly got up from the person and held up the medicine bottle to show his innocence.

The coldness on Chu Qinghan's body has not subsided, he dragged his clothes to a distance and tidied himself up with his back to Shen Yanjun, the tips of his ears were red in the hair, "What place is this?"

Shen Yanjun took the rest of the ointment and applied it on himself. Hearing what he said, he looked around. The place where they fell was like a big vat, surrounded by dark stone walls. There were a few lamp plants growing where they stood. The bluish light emitted gave an approximate picture of where they were.

Looking up in the darkness, I couldn't find where they fell. Apart from these, there was only the hairball that fainted due to excessive drug supplementation, and there was no information about the rest.

"I don't know, maybe it's inside the tree trunk, but it doesn't look like... By the way, isn't Du Qiaoqi up there? He should think of a way to rescue us, right?"

Chu Qinghan shook his head, "I should have been the only one who saw you when you fell in, and most of the doors of this mechanism have been closed now, so he can't find us."

"Then let's find out if there is a mechanism to get out." Shen Yanjun ran to the cave wall and tapped. He triggered this thing. Whether it was a chance or a death mechanism, he was not sure at all, but it would not be useful to sit and wait for death of.

"Come here." After groping for a long time, Chu Qinghan suddenly called out.

Shen Yanjun hurriedly walked over, "Have you found any clues?"

"Probably." Chu Qinghan held up the fire folder that he took out from the ring, and the orange light was reflected on the stone wall. Shen Yanjun only saw it clearly after getting closer, and sketched a very blurry picture on the dark stone wall, "The painting on this of what?"

"Nine Great Artifacts." Chu Qinghan pointed to the top two side-by-side sword shapes, and upon closer inspection, they were indeed somewhat similar to the Chizhu Sword and the Fanshuang Sword.

The next row is a four-unlike pattern, which is the third-ranked artifact. Its shape is not fixed, and it will change into the most suitable magic weapon according to the host's preferences. Although its lethality is not the first or second, it is still An artifact that is longed for by all monks and demons in the mainland.

At that time, after the protagonist got it, what he transformed into was a magic weapon similar to the Chizhu Sword.

Shen Yanjun didn't know much about the next few instruments.

But these patterns did not provide any exact information, the young man turned his head to look at the person next to him, "Is there any use?"

Chu Qinghan took a step back and swept his legs. A row of inconspicuous grooves were exposed on the ground they were standing on, some wide and some narrow. With a wave of the young man's hand, the Scarlet Pearl Sword appeared in his hand. He removed the scabbard, found the groove that matched the blade of the Chizhu Sword, and looked up at Shen Yanjun.

The latter immediately understood and called out the Fanshuang Sword. His position was next to Chu Qinghan. The two pointed the sword body at the groove and inserted it at the same time.

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, and then the whole vat began to tremble. The furry woke up, ran around nervously, and finally threw itself into Shen Yanjun's arms.

Chu Qinghan glanced at the shivering fur ball and asked, "What is that?"

Shen Yanjun shook his head, "I don't know, he was already there when I woke up."

The trembling tail hair of the spirit beast swept towards Shen Yanjun's chin. With this familiar touch, the young man tapped the fur ball with his chin, and asked, "Have you been rubbing my face all these nights?"

"What?" Before Mao Qiu could respond, Chu Qinghan on the other side asked back.

The author has something to say: Chu Qinghan: "My heart is a little tired."

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Nope, the author lost all his hair

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