Survive in the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration]

Unlike Wen Lingxuan who was full of preoccupations, Gu Zhuo was still the same as before, and Wen Lingxuan couldn't help asking: "Why did you sleep so deeply today?"

Gu Zhuo rubbed his arms that were a little numb from sleep, raised his eyebrows and eyes, his black eyelashes were like crow feathers, and his glass-like eyes were shining with water. She smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I'm not in a good mood recently."

Wen Lingxuan thought a little more, because she had more contact with other people these days and heard many rumors.

For example, cultivators do not have the same life span as the sky, they will also have a life span approaching, but because of their cultivation base, they can change their appearance as they like, but it does not mean that the younger the face, the longer the life.

For someone like Gu Zhuo who doesn't know how long he has been in the cave, even if he is a cultivator, Wen Lingxuan has never seen Gu Zhuo meditate, let alone how long Gu Zhuo has lived.

Obviously they were about to leave, Wen Lingxuan said with a smile on his face, as if joking: "Gu Zhuo, is it because you are actually a demon cultivator that you are trapped here?"

By the way, it should be a demon cultivator, Wen Lingxuan thought.

Only in the form of a fairy can the demon cultivator be so beautiful and be trapped in such an inaccessible mountain. If she hadn't accidentally entered by mistake, she might never know that there is a hidden treasure in this mountain for the rest of her life. With a stunning beauty.

Demon cultivators generally have a longer lifespan than human cultivators, and they are uniquely blessed. They don't need to be like mortals in order to practice the aura bestowed by heaven and earth for their own use. They seem to be favored, and they can operate autonomously in the dark. These heaven, earth, sun and moon essences.

Thinking about it this way, maybe Gu Zhuo's cultivation is even more unpredictable than Wen Lingxuan imagined.

She looked at Gu Zhuo with a complicated expression, but the black-haired beauty only curled her lips, reaching out her hand just like she did to her when she was a child, pinning her hair behind her ear, smiling softly, but speaking in a careless tone, following along with scratching like ears.

"Maybe I'm a demon cultivator, but I'm not sure."

Wen Lingxuan was taken aback, she had never thought about this before.

However, the black-haired beauty seemed to be half-successful in a prank, she covered her mouth with her hand and laughed non-stop, and finally stretched out her hand to tease Wen Lingxuan's ear, and said with a half-smile: "You don't really believe it, do you?"

Wen Lingxuan grabbed Gu Zhuo's hand, and the confusion in her eyes became firm. She looked into Gu Zhuo's light pupils: "Then who are you?"

Gu Zhuo was grabbed by her hand, and even the iron chain wrapped around his wrist made a sound, which echoed in the cave. Gu Zhuo only struggled a little, and broke away from Wen Lingxuan's hand.

She lowered her eyes, looking a little thin and lonely, and said in a faint voice, "I don't know either."

Somehow, she knew that the reason why she didn't dissipate in the world was because...

She is waiting for someone.

***

After Wen Lingxuan left, Gu Zhuo returned to the drowsy and drowsy days of the past. Beside her sleeping, there was still a pile of storybooks.

The breeze blew, blowing up the script, turning many pages at once, Gu Zhuo was faintly aware of it in his drowsiness, she stretched out her slender white hand to press the script that was rattling by the wind.

The sound of pages turning came to an abrupt end, followed by the sound of insects and beasts in the mountain, and a bloody smell filled the air. Gu Zhuo's sleepy eyes woke up suddenly. She opened them and looked towards the entrance of the cave. But he heard a sound beside him.

She followed the sound and saw a bloody and beautiful woman standing not far away holding a sword, the tip of which was still bleeding.

Gu Zhuo couldn't help being stunned, not knowing when this person appeared.

Due to the obvious malicious appearance of the other party, Gu Zhuo sat upright on the ground and leaned back against the boulder, and saw the red lips of the beauty with the sword curled up, calling out her name.

"Gu Zhuo."

While speaking, the other party walked slowly in front of Gu Zhuo, the sun was shining directly down, Gu Zhuo was forced to squint his eyes, and saw the man raised the sword in his hand and placed it on her neck.

This sword is not like anything else, with just a light touch, a little bright red blood oozes from the delicate skin of the neck, which contrasts shockingly against the fair skin, Gu Zhuo was forced to raise his head, following her movements, The iron chain was connected and made the sound of metal clashing.

Then Gu Zhuo heard the woman chuckle mockingly.

"Ah."

With this chuckle, the other party's killing intent was not as strong as before. Although he didn't know why, Gu Zhuo was sincerely relieved, and inexplicably missed the soft and talkative Wen Lingxuan before.