Fast Time Traveling: Ten Worlds Backward Chasing

Zhu Xi stood at the gate of the Dragon Palace for three days and three nights, knelt for another three days and three nights, finally passed out, and was sent back to the bamboo house by Long Sanzi's mocking wind.

"He was really mad at me."

Bamboo leaned against the door of the bamboo house, since he came back from the Dragon Palace, he often leaned against the door like this, looking at the exit of the bamboo forest.

Today's bamboo forest no longer has a barrier to guard against death, but Zhu Zhang would rather hope that the barrier is still there, so that he can still deceive himself, and Bi An will come one day.

Everything seemed to have settled, Bi An's seat was replaced by a newly ascended Sword Immortal, and Yin Shuang was imprisoned in Yinjihai forever, only him, still unchanged.

The breeze blew through the dense bamboo leaves, and there was a rustling sound, and Zhu's eyes gradually blurred. He seemed to see the tall figure of Bi An stepping on the bamboo leaves all over the ground, walking towards him at leisure.

Zhu Xun closed his eyes, and then opened them vigilantly again. He straightened his back and stared ahead vigilantly. Someone was really coming.

The person who came was a young man with an extremely young face, his eyes were cold and emotionless, the corners of his mouth drooped impatiently, the bridge of his nose was straight, and the lines of his face were as deep as a chisel.

"who are you?"

Zhu Xun was still leaning there, in a seemingly idle posture, but his palms were covered with cold sweat. No matter how tired he was, shouldn't he be unaware of this person's arrival?

The stern young man was extremely polite, he stopped only three steps in front of the bamboo raft, reached into his sleeve, took out a white and green porcelain bottle and threw it over.

Zhu Xun didn't reach out to catch it, and let the porcelain bottle fall on layers of bamboo leaves and be buried.

The stern young man no longer glanced at the porcelain vase on the fallen leaves, but only observed the bamboo with a pair of cold eyes, which attracted the bamboo like a whirlpool, like a calm siren tempting his prey .

"Han Cang."

The cold siren confided his name, then stretched out his pale fingers and tapped the porcelain bottle on the ground.

"The mocking wind dragged me to deliver the medicine."

Laugh at the wind?

Only then did Zhuxue hesitantly bend down to pick up the white and green porcelain vase, the porcelain vase was warm in the hand, as if it still had an unfamiliar body temperature, when Zhuxue stood up again, the person who called himself 'Han Cang' was no longer in front of him. youth.

"Han Cang...is this the person who will take over Bi An's position..."

Zhu Xun stood there holding the porcelain bottle and muttering to himself, then raised his hand to look at his blank wrist, now he couldn't feel Bi An at all.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously opened the lustrous porcelain bottle and put it to his nose to smell it carefully. The smell was strong and refreshing.

"It's Huilong Dan... Could it be..."

Zhu Xun excitedly looked at the small porcelain bottle in his hand, his hands were trembling constantly, Huilong Pill is the secret medicine of the Dragon Clan, Bi An used to give it to him, so, could it be... could this medicine, in fact, be Bi An gave it to him?

Zhu Xi held the small porcelain vase in his hand to his chest, and slowly lay down on the yellow bamboo leaves. His white hair was scattered behind him, mixed with yellow, yellow and green fallen leaves, which was beautiful and lonely.

Han Cang, who was hiding at the exit of the bamboo grove, turned his head sideways, looked at the bamboo tree curled up on the fallen leaves with a pair of cold eyes, and frowned almost imperceptibly with his raised and serious eyebrows like blades.

This little Zhuxian named Zhuchang, he has only seen him twice, he is always lying on the ground, embarrassed, lonely, and vulnerable.

Han Cang looked at it for a long time, there is no night in heaven, Han Cang didn't know how long he stood here, until the little snow-haired bamboo fairy crawled up, walked into the bamboo house, and left his sight, Han Cang turned and left.

With his back leaning against the door of the bamboo house, he tilted his head and looked at the entrance of the empty bamboo forest through the sparse gaps in the bamboo house, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

What does that person want to do?

Han Cang returned to his Xinggong, which used to be the place where the Seventh Son of the Dragon lived. When he took office, he said that he would take over the position of the Seventh Dragon temporarily, but Han Cang knew in his heart that the words of the Emperor of Heaven meant both inside and outside. Yes, Long Qizi will not come back.

The Xinggong was cold and empty, just like his previous master, revealing a coldness that penetrated to the marrow.

The former owner of Xinggong never decorated this empty palace. Compared with this place, its former owner obviously prefers the small bamboo house that is always full of greenery on the other side of the heaven.And the current owner of the Xinggong Palace has no interest in this cold palace. He is a genius sword cultivator. He has been accompanied by the sword since birth. He knows no loneliness or pain. What is it like to be alone.

Han Cang's swift pace paused, his fingers unconsciously stroking the cold sword at his waist, as if a small hole had been broken in his heart, the slight pain was accompanied by a numbness that could not be ignored, this feeling had been felt since he first saw The embarrassed white-haired Bamboo Immortal filled his heart from the very beginning.

The cold sword fairy sighed, maybe he will try the first time in his life, caring for others.

"Tsk tsk-"

Although the sword fairy has been expressionless, his heart has long been confused, so he has ignored the aura that has been hiding in the corner of the punishment palace.

Long Sanzi laughed at the wind with his hands behind his back and looked chic, but his deliberately casual steps were artificial and ugly.He came out from the corner, raised his chin and smiled maliciously at Han Cang.

"I said Han Cang—"

"You asked me to return the Dragon Pill, just to send it to my seventh brother's people all the way?"

"I can't think of it, I can't think of it—the sword fairy Han Cang, who is praised by the Emperor of Heaven, and known for his coldness and ruthlessness, can't pass the beauty test—"

Before Xiao Feng could finish his sentence, a gust of wind brushed his cheeks and passed quickly, his cheeks were cold and painful, and warm liquid flowed down.

Xiaofeng's pupils shrank into bewitching vertical pupils, put down his hands behind his back, wiped the warmth on his face nonchalantly, then moved to his lips and licked it, with a rather dissatisfied tone: "The blood of the dragon clan, but Very precious—”

"Han Cang, I advise you not to have any inexplicable thoughts about that little thing—"

"After all—our Dragon Clan absolutely does not allow others to possess what belongs to us. Of course, coveting is not allowed!"

The young Sword Immortal did not show weakness at all when facing Long Sanzi, who was completely out-of-the-way. His back was straight, and his whole figure was like a sword coming out of his body, showing his sharpness.

"The dragon clan has never had much brotherhood. I don't know why the third son of the dragon loves to meddle in his younger brother's affairs so much."

Han Cang's voice was cold and frosty, with his fingers resting on the cold sword on his waist, it seemed that if the mocking wind made any rash move, it would immediately cut off the opponent's head.

"Clap clap-"

Xiaofeng suddenly squinted his eyes and clapped his hands with a smile. The sound of the applause was harsh and harsh, like a sharper mockery.

Han Cang stared at the figure mocking Feng going away, relaxed his hand on the sword, turned around and walked towards the punishment palace, walking, the pace slowed down again, and finally stopped altogether, as if hesitating, After a while, Han Cang turned around resolutely, and turned back in the direction he came from.

Han Cang felt as if he had been poisoned suddenly, and it was extremely poisonous. The poison penetrated deep into his bone marrow, and he was already addicted, which made his boring life suddenly different.

Bamboo lay powerlessly on the bamboo slab in the bamboo house, with eyes closed, his thin white fingertips were clasping the tightly woven bamboo pieces on the bamboo slab, one piece of bamboo was loosened by him , his fingers were dripping with blood from the raised bamboo edge, but he didn't care.

Ever since he was kicked out of the Dragon Palace, he has been doing nothing for a long time. He wanted to go to the Dragon Palace again, but he didn't dare. Everyone has their own things to do, but he seems to be forgotten by everyone.

Apart from……

Zhuxue turned over again, with his back facing the door of the bamboo house, his eyes opened a gap, and then slowly closed, breathing gradually evenly.

Sure enough, after a while, the slight sound of footsteps came from far to near, creating a chilling atmosphere as the person approached.

Zhu Xi remained calm, breathing steadily, but his five senses were very clear. He could feel the cold fingers of the visitor gently twisting his hair, one strand after another, as if he couldn't put it down.

Then the man gently raised his hand and put it on his palm, the bamboo stick remained motionless, allowing him to hold his hand and pinch his fingertips.

Immediately afterwards, the cold ointment was applied to his fingertips, and the light fragrance wafted into his nostrils.

The action of the man applying the plaster on him was meticulous and careful, as if he was holding a fragile treasure now.

Until the person had smeared ten fingers on the bamboo stick, the bamboo stick didn't even move, then the man didn't move, and the bamboo stick waited quietly, he thought that this person was leaving soon, but no, this person was standing behind him , looked at him with that kind of cold and focused gaze, and that gaze fell on Zhu Chung, as if carrying a scorching temperature, which made Zhu Chung feel a little anxious.

Why doesn't he go?

What is he going to do?

Ever since Zhuzhen discovered that this young sword fairy was always hiding in the dark and peeping at him, these questions have been lingering in his mind. This is not the first time that a situation like today has happened. What kind of intention does the person who has occupied Bi An's palace have to approach him?

Suddenly, the person who had not moved all this time moved, and the five senses released from the bamboo pole were very sensitive. He felt that the person bent down and approached his cheek, and the cold breath sprayed on his cheek.

There was no change on Zhu Xing's face, but the hand under the long sleeve flipped slightly, and took something from the sleeve and held it in his hand.

The cold breath was getting closer and closer, until the breath was almost on the face, Zhu Xi suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of black eyes were calm and ruthless, holding the bamboo blade against the man's neck, he opened his lips, Facing the young sword repairman who was almost touching his lips in front of him, he spat out Sen Han's words.

He said, "Go away."