Survive in the Shura Field [Quick Transmigration]

The little Yaojiao, who had been sleeping on Gu Zhuo's neck, jumped up at this time, turned around on the bed a few times, and then quickly swam towards the female cultivator in front of him, looking very happy.

Halfway through the swim, the little Yaojiao jumped into the air and slid right into the female cultivator's body. It seemed to be covered by her clothes, and Gu Zhuo couldn't see where the little Yaojiao was hiding.

And the female cultivator in front of her didn't seem to care about the little monster dragon's actions at all, Gu Zhuo even wondered if the other party saw the monster dragon that jumped on her.

But at this time, compared to where the little monster is hiding, who is the female cultivator in front of him is more worthy of Gu Zhuo's attention.

The other party spoke in a familiar tone, and her attitude was a little alienated, which may also be because her body was too cold.

In summer, it is better than a refrigerator.

Gu Zhuo was a little distracted as he watched, until the female cultivator took another half step forward, almost touching the bed she was sleeping on, turned around or moved a little, and her sleeves and hem would touch the quilt, Gu Zhuo asked :"you know me?"

The female cultivator's movements stopped, as if she had been immobilized, she didn't move. It took a long time before she said in a low voice, "You don't remember me?"

Although Gu Zhuo has the ability to see things at night, just like myopia, he can't see very clearly. He can only vaguely see the outline of a woman's beauty, but he can't see the specific expression.

She pondered over the female nun's tone, but she only felt that it was cold, but she couldn't feel anything.

When Wannan came here before, she really didn't have much memory, and she didn't recognize Wannan at the first time, so Wannan automatically thought that she had lost her memory.

Gu Zhuo simply said that he lost his memory.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet an old friend again the night I just came to Kunlun.

She looked at the female cultivator. The female cultivator was still maintaining her previous actions. Gu Zhuo admired him a little. While getting off the bed, he tried to be polite: "I have lost my memory, and I don't remember anything from the past."

Feng Jingshu froze on the spot, didn't know what she should say for a long time, when she lowered her eyes slightly and saw Gu Zhuo who was standing in front of her, she felt her heart was stuffy again, and it took a long time before she said: "Forget about it!" good."

When we first met, the man in front of me was domineering, cold as ice, and very delicate; but at this moment when she said this sentence in such a disappointed way, Gu Zhuo felt that there were two fluffy and drooping ears on the top of her head for no reason.

As soon as the thought came to mind, Gu Zhuo felt a little guilty. She felt that she shouldn't imagine others like this. She quickly threw out the inappropriate picture in her mind, turned to look at the female cultivator, and said with a smile: "I haven't asked you yet. The name of the friend who passed the Taoism."

After hesitating for a moment, the tall female cultivator spit out three words: "The wind is quiet."

Gu Zhuo felt that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it, and finally attributed it to the subconscious mind of this body's previous memory.

She didn't have much vigilance against Feng Jingshu, so she guessed that her relationship with Feng Jingshu was probably okay, so she raised her lips and smiled: "Can Jingshu tell me about the past?"

After hearing the word "Jingshu", Feng Jingshu's body became even stiffer, she didn't even know how to put her hands and feet, and the air-conditioning on her body seemed to be blown out without any money, and her brain was even less chaotic.

It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of the black-haired beauty that she seemed to feel a little cold that she suddenly came back to her senses, consciously controlled her body, and took out a few warm jades from the Qiankun bag to suppress the cold. Knowing that the effect was minimal, she still didn't want money Pile warm jade on the body.

It wasn't until the black-haired beauty seemed to feel better that Feng Jingshu let go of her tense heartstrings. After a moment of hesitation, she took another half step back—this way Gu Zhuo would feel better.

Seeing her actions, Gu Zhuo misunderstood her. Just after she finished speaking, she wanted to recall the past with the other party, but she saw the other party took half a step back. Maybe it was just her unilateral thought that she had a good relationship with the other party. In fact, the other party probably might Like Wan Nan, the previous "she" once hurt Feng Jingshu.

Dazed for a moment, Gu Zhuo came back to his senses, and under the premise that "she might have hurt Feng Jingshu before", he didn't care about Feng Jingshu's alienated attitude, and even thoughtfully said: "It's already very late today, otherwise I'd better come back later." Let's talk."

She was also afraid that Feng Jingshu would draw her sword if she disagreed with her, but then she thought that the other party had stood beside her bed for a while, and if he wanted to kill her, he would have done it long ago, so... probably he just didn't like her.

The black-haired beauty lowered her eyes, her crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped downwards, casting a shadow in the deep eye sockets, the gentle moonlight penetrated the window and fell on Gu Zhuo, flickering on and off, reflecting the red lips of the fair-skinned beauty Shuli, it seems that as long as she reaches out and touches her, she can leave a charming trace.

It also seems to have infinite tenderness, seducing the minds of others.

Feng Jingshu lowered her eyes and stared at Gu Zhuo. She was about to reach out to touch Gu Zhuo's black hair unconsciously, but she held back the moment she met Gu Zhuo's gaze.

She glanced outside the room, and it was indeed getting late, so she lowered her head and said, "Then you should rest early, and I will come to you tomorrow."

Gu Zhuo sent her to the door, and after the door creaked and closed, Feng Jingshu was blown by the cold night wind, suddenly regained her lost sanity, and suddenly remembered what she was doing here tonight.

She was a little annoyed, and felt that this soft-heartedness came at an inopportune time, and felt that Gu Zhuo had suffered a lot, so she should be more considerate.

After finding enough excuses for her behavior, Feng Jingshu became more and more righteous, and also remembered that Gu Zhuo had indeed been haggard a lot just now, and even his cultivation was insignificant, and he had only reached the stage of Qi refining.

Feng Jingshu didn't know what happened to Gu Zhuo, she felt that Gu Zhuo just said that she wanted to talk to her about the past, maybe she shouldn't refuse, so that she could ask about what happened to Gu Zhuo.

However, monks in the Qi refining period should also need to sleep. People like Gu Zhuo don’t need to practice as hard as other dull disciples all night. Arranged Dongfu.

She rummaged through the Qiankun bag before finding out all the rare pills, from the Qi refining stage to the foundation building, then to the golden pill, all the way to the Mahayana stage... until she felt that these spiritual herbs, pills, After the magic weapon was enough for Gu Zhuo to practice unimpeded all the way, he stopped in satisfaction.

At the end, I thought of Gu Zhuo's cultivation during the Qi refining period, probably because he hadn't reached Bigu yet. Although there was Bigu Pill, Feng Jingshu felt that Gu Zhuo shouldn't take those inferior pills.

Not only is it tasteless, but if you eat too much of this inferior pill, it will leave behind erysipelas. For people like Gu Zhuo, if they want to eat it, they should enjoy spiritual food, spiritual fruit and spiritual things.

It can not only replenish aura, but also regulate the body.

——But after a while, Feng Jingshu collected another bag of spiritual food and fruit.

Then he casually put these things into the mustard space where monks from the outside world can steal their heads. When the day dawned, he found Gu Zhuo and gave them all to Gu Zhuo.

After finishing these things, Feng Jingshu didn't want to meditate and practice, so she got into the mustard space again, planning to repair the mustard space again.

As soon as she entered the mustard seed space, the "demon dragon" moved restlessly, attracting Feng Jingshu's attention.

Feng Jingshu was really attracted, she stretched out her hand to pick up the "Monster Dragon", stretched out her finger and nodded its head, one person and one dragon connected with each other, Feng Jingshu soon knew what happened to Yinlong around Gu Zhuo.

Noticing that Gu Zhuo and the others regarded the silver dragon as a monstrous flood dragon, the corner of Feng Jingshu's mouth curled into a small arc, and there was a burst of cold white mist while speaking: "I'm a little confused..."

With a wave of her hand, the silver dragon disappeared.

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Gu Zhuo sent Feng Jingshu out of the door, and when he returned to his bed, he realized that the little Yaojiao she raised was still on Feng Jingshu.

When she opened the door again, she saw that the mountains outside the door were shrouded in mist, and even the open space in front of the courtyard was cold, and there was still a layer of water stains wetted by the morning fog on the boulder suitable for monks to meditate on.

Further outside is the lush, mountainous and misty Kunlun peaks. A lone moon hangs at the end of the sky. Occasionally, three or two cranes fly across the sky, leaving behind a few clear shadows.

Other than that, there was no sign of anyone else.

It just occurred to her that the other party appeared in her room without a sound, and his cultivation must be much higher than hers.

If it was her old friend, compared to Wan Nan, Jin Dan should be the one with the worst cultivation.

Gu Zhuokong faced the courtyard, and closed the door after a while, thinking that the other party said that he would come to see her tomorrow, and it would not be too late to ask about the little Yaojiao at that time.

I thought it would be hard to sleep in the second half of the night, but Gu Zhuo had a good night's sleep.

The sky was bright, and Gu Zhuo woke up from the sound of birds singing in the empty valley. She moved her body and felt a cool, slippery soft object. "Little Monster Jiao".

One person and one dragon stared at each other for a moment, Yinlong remembered that he ran to Feng Jingshu last night without saying hello, and seeing Gu Zhuo staring at him for a long time without speaking, he felt guilty to please Gu Zhuo, sticking out his tongue to lick She licked Gu Zhuo's wrist, then struggled to swim out of Gu Zhuoxu's grip, wrapped it around Gu Zhuo's wrist, pretending that she was a silver dragon bracelet.

Gu Zhuo lifted his wrist to look at it, and then shook it twice. Seeing that the "Little Monster Jiao" was really like a bracelet, he shook it twice, and it was also hard.

She smiled and nodded the little Yaojiao's body, and deliberately elongated her tone: "What is the relationship between you and Feng Jingshu...?"

Yinlong's body was stiff—fortunately, before it was able to please it and disguised itself as a bracelet, it stiffened its own body. At this moment, it was stiff, and Gu Zhuo couldn't notice anything.

And Gu Zhuo knew that the little Yaojiao was intelligent, but at most it was regarded as a smarter spiritual pet, and it was impossible for a spiritual pet to speak human words, so she just asked casually, and only after asking did she feel that she was a bit confused. Ridiculous and funny.

Gu Zhuo subconsciously decided that the spiritual pet didn't understand what she thought was funny, so he stroked the little monster dragon's scales in the direction of their growth in a comforting manner.

Yinlong swam twice according to the strength and direction of the stroking, feeling comfortable all over, the place where he was stroking was extremely comfortable, much more comfortable than when he was inside the eggshell.

Every scale seems to be itching, longing for the moist fingers to brush over every soft and hard scale.It was too comfortable, it couldn't even maintain the shape of the bracelet, it was so soft that it almost collapsed in Gu Zhuo's hand.

Gu Zhuo was amused by its reaction. Originally, he only wanted to touch the little monster dragon a few times before letting go, but now he rubbed it lightly.

Feng Jingshu, who was connected with it and was waiting outside the courtyard, suddenly shuddered, and the unscrupulous tingling sensation came from Yinlong, and she was personally on the scene.

It was as if Gu Zhuo's fingers didn't land on Yinlong's body, but just happened to land on her back spine, piercing through the clothes, and not once, but repeatedly, with the warmth of body temperature.

Finally, the fingers rubbed against her spine.

Feng Jingshu: ...It was too sudden.

Although she and Yinlong are connected, Feng Jingshu never thought of using the eyes of Yinlong to peek into Gu Zhuo's privacy, except when she thinks it is necessary—for example, when it involves Gu Zhuo's safety.

Otherwise, she would not take the initiative to attach to Yinlong's consciousness.

But it is one thing to use the eyes of the silver dragon, and another to feel it. When the silver dragon is injured, she will also feel pain. Correspondingly, when the silver dragon feels comfortable, she will naturally...

Feng Jingshu didn't show a look of embarrassment by virtue of her extraordinary perseverance. She still stood in place with the posture of the flower of Gaoling, but there was a little redness and relaxation at the end of her eyes.

Fortunately, Gu Zhuo didn't continue to knead. She withdrew her hand and thoughtfully reminded Xiao Yaojiao to imitate the bracelet, then opened the door and went out, and then saw Feng Jingshu in the yard.

Feng Jingshu also noticed her, and walked towards her naturally. After standing still in front of her, after hesitating for a long time, she seemed to have made up her mind and shouted: "Zhuo Zhuo."

Gu Zhuo: ...

Gu Zhuo was a little surprised by Feng Jingshu's address to her, because she was used to being called Brother Gu, so Wan Nan would call her by her first name directly, and Wen Lingxuan would call her Zhuo Zhuo affectionately.

She believed yesterday that she probably had a bad relationship with Feng Jingshu, but she didn't expect that Feng Jingshu would suddenly change her name today.

Before she had time to react, Feng Jingshu had already thought of the third floor with a blank face, feeling a little uneasy in her heart, but on the surface she looked calm and innocent and asked her first: "What's wrong?"

The black-haired beauty whose thoughts were interrupted blinked, and her pale lips opened and closed: "It's nothing... have you been waiting for a long time?"

Gu Zhuo wouldn't have struggled with a title for so long, and the other party was still an "old friend" with her, so he turned his eyes to the cold Feng Jingshu and said with a smile.

Feng Jingshu let out a long breath in her heart, but she didn't show anything on her face. She wanted to raise the corners of her lips, but she was afraid that her smile would be too stiff, so she could only purse the corners of her lips again, trying to make her tone more approachable: " Just arrived."

The clothes and things that Feng Jingshu was wearing were magic weapons, and Gu Zhuo couldn't tell anything from her clothes, so he guessed that maybe he hadn't waited long.

She still had to wash up, and Feng Jingshu saw her at the side and taught her a few dust removal formulas, so as to avoid the cumbersome procedures of washing up.

Gu Zhuo thanked with a smile, and took out the spiritual fruit picked in the small secret realm from the storage bag.

She doesn't have a jade box to keep the spiritual fruit, so the freshness of the spiritual fruit at this moment is much worse than when she just picked it, and because of what she has eaten these days, there are not many spiritual fruits.

But at this moment, she still held the half-red spirit fruit in her hands and handed it to Feng Jingshu, and said to her with a smile: "This is very sweet."

The author has something to say: Feng Jingshu has no expression on her face, Feng Jingshu clenches her hands into fists, and Feng Jingshu's cheeks are slightly red.

风静姝：她好可爱。感谢在2020-07-2623:15:47~2020-07-2902:44:43期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: just throw one if you say so;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!