evil creature

In the world of cultivating immortals, life is the least valuable place. Everyone wants to live, but not everyone can survive. Those who lack ability will turn into ashes in an instant, and those who lack brainpower will become someone else in an instant. As a stepping stone, it is not easy to live. If you want to survive, you can only step on others. This truth was only faintly understood by Jun Molin before, but now, Jun Molin has no idea about this truth. I feel like I understand better...

Escaping from the destroyed Wuji Mountain, Zhui Feng and the two of them stopped by a stream when Ling Ziqing's expression suddenly changed, and as soon as he turned around, he forced blood out of his mouth, which shocked Jun Molin. Jump, if it was in the Nascent Soul stage in the past, such a sword intent would not be enough for Ling Ziqing, wouldn't it be a threat, but now he is weak, and his cultivation has regressed, those sword intents that were swung down by others, even To have Jun Molin interacting with each other is also a kind of domineering harm to him, not to mention the overwhelming crowd.

"Old Ancestor!" Jun Molin stretched out his hand to support him, seeing the bright red night color soaked on the front of his chest, like a blooming red plum, his whole heart twisted, Ling Ziqing's body This is still in the process of recuperation, so it seems that the previous recuperation is all in vain.

Ling Ziqing was almost hugged by him, gasping for breath in a weak look, and in a blink of an eye, he saw Jun Molin's wrist was bright red with a clear wound, his eyes were much colder, he moved his lips, but didn't speak, just Unknowingly where the strength came from, he tightly grasped Jun Molin's hand that was bitten by Xiran.

"Old Ancestor, I'm fine, this injury doesn't hurt." Jun Molin seemed to understand what he meant, and immediately opened his mouth, but Jun Molin's words fell, and Zhui Feng, who was listening to him, suddenly shouted: "Xi Ran! Where are you going?" !!!”

Jun Molin turned his head to look, since he was running forward with his short legs, barking fiercely, as if he was shouting something, Zhui Feng was afraid that he would get into trouble, so he hurried forward to stop him, Xi Ran Changing the direction, he planned to rush to the side again. Chasing Feng looked at him, so he rushed forward, grabbed him with one mouth, and brought him back to Jun Molin's side.

Looking at Xiran who was struggling and moaning in Zhuifeng's mouth, Jun Molin looked gloomy and wanted to reprimand him angrily, but he couldn't utter the words, so he hurriedly took out the elixir that Zhuo Yu had given earlier from his Qiankun bag, and gave it to Ling Ling. After subduing Ziqing, he hurriedly practiced exercises to help Lingziqing adjust his breath. After Lingziqing's breathing became smoother, Jun Molin heaved a sigh of relief and withdrew the exercises.

"Old ancestor, you rest here for a while." Holding Ling Ziqing under a tree beside him, Jun Molin wiped the scarlet from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips.

Ling Ziqing glanced at him, as if she didn't even have the strength to nod, so she slowly closed her eyes, as if she was about to fall asleep.

Jun Molin sighed softly, turned around and looked at Zhuifeng who was still holding Xiran in his mouth, and frowned slightly: "Zuifeng, let him go."

Zhuifeng hesitated, thought for a while before lowering his head and letting go of Xiran.

As soon as Xiran got his freedom, he thought that Jun Molin was going to let him go, so he had no scruples at the moment, and ran out with all his limbs and short legs.Jun Molin took a look, raised his hand, and a small air current swept over, instantly sealing Xiran in place.

Xiran was obviously taken aback, and suddenly turned around and glared at Jun Molin, baring his teeth and making a low barking sound from his throat.

"You are not strong enough." Jun Molin said, "Xi Ran, you are not strong enough at all."

Xiran didn't listen to him at all, yelled, turned around and rushed towards Jun Molin.

Jun Molin just blinked his eyelids, and when he raised his hand, he grabbed Xiran's neck with such force that Xiran could only let out a shrill howl.

But Jun Molin didn't let go, he just looked at Xiran indifferently like this: "Look, I'm a mere mortal, I can crush you to death with one hand in just a few days after stepping into the cultivation of immortals, what do you think, even if I let go now? You go back, what can you do?"

Xiran struggled, kicking with her hind legs, but it was useless to grab Jun Molin's hand with her front paws.

Jun Molin just let him struggle: "A monk in the Mahayana period can't deal with the Fallen Demon Cultivator. What can you do when you go back? Instead of dying in vain, it's better to live well, strengthen your own strength, break the map and cultivate the ranks. If you succeed in ascension, maybe you will have a half chance of revenge."

Xi Ran couldn't speak, but those big eyes were abnormally moist, and I don't know if it was uncomfortable or heartache.

It wasn't until this moment that Jun Molin let go, hugged Xiran carefully in his arms, and stroked his little head: "Xiran, the senior at the table and your senior brother hope you live well, you shouldn't let them down, Only by living well can you be worthy of their love for you, if you go back and ruin your life at this time, how can you be worthy of them?"

Xiran didn't struggle this time, his body stiffened, and he buried his head in Jun Molin's arm when he could do it better. I don't know if he has figured it out.

Looking at the Chihuahua in his arms, Jun Molin frowned slightly, and sighed inwardly.

Those words just now were spoken to Xiran, and also to themselves. They all need to live well, so that they can be worthy of those who died for them.

He is destined to be unable to live the life of a mortal, but in the world of cultivating immortals, it is possible to die at any time without the strength, not to mention that if Ling Ziqing does not have the nourishment and breath adjustment of the elixir and immortal grass, his situation may continue as before. With the bad trend developing, after thinking about it, Jun Molin felt that instead of taking Ling Ziqing to search for those immortal herbs and medicines aimlessly, it would be better to take him to the door of the gate of cultivating immortals, and get to those high-ranking ones. While the monk was protecting him, he could also find a better way to heal Ling Ziqing, but... He lowered his eyes to see that there was Zhui Feng in his arms, and Jun Molin frowned again.

I don't know if the gate of cultivating immortals can tolerate these two little demons?

He said he was going to the gate of cultivating immortals, and since he had no purpose, Jun Molin didn't know where to go. Although the world of mortals is always the place where the world is the most vulgar, people who cultivate immortals don't like to stay in it. Here, however, Jun Molin has no choice, or he can't find a place where he can go, so he can only take Ling Ziqing and Xi Ran into a wine shop in the human world for a short rest.

Affected by that sword intent, since coming out of the Wuji Gate, Lingziqing's body, which had finally improved somewhat, seemed to have become worse again. His whole body was weak and weak, and he couldn't stand the slightest fatigue. In the room, looking at Lingzi Qing leaned against the head of the bed with a limp appearance, looking tired, and Jun Molin's heart ached.

"Old Ancestor, is it better?" The medicine was boiled, and after Ling Ziqing had eaten it, Jun Molin couldn't help but grabbed his wrist to feel his pulse, but the pulse was still a little confused.

Ling Ziqing shook his head, let out a long sigh, then frowned, closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall.

"What's wrong?" Jun Molin became more and more worried when he saw his uncomfortable expression.

Ling Ziqing still didn't speak, but he couldn't help coughing in his throat, and then something seemed to be forced into his mouth, and he forcefully forced it back. After a while, he collapsed and said: "It's nothing."

Jun Molin's throat twitched, he hesitated to speak.

Ling Ziqing opened her eyes to look at him, her slender eyes were full of weakness that could not be concealed: "I will rest for a while"

"I'll be with you" Jun Molin said, he simply slipped his shoes on the bed, lay down beside Ling Ziqing, stretched out his arms, and pulled the whole person around.Sensing that Ling Ziqing seemed a little stiff, Jun Molin said softly, "Embracing and sleeping together is just the most common thing between husband and wife. Why isn't our ancestor getting used to it now? Besides, you and I are also the same Sleeping together?"

That's what I said, but at that time I didn't hug each other as soon as I got into bed!

Ling Ziqing raised his eyes to look at him, frowned slightly, as if thinking about something, finally couldn't resist the weakness of his body, leaned on Jun Molin's chest while awake for the first time, and closed his eyes.

Ling Ziqing's attribute is ice, and his body temperature has always been low. Jun Molin almost had to hold him for a long time to warm him up, and it was the same this time.

And in the corner, the chihuahua that had been sealed with mana, pulled its head up and lay down on the ground panting.Zhuifeng became smaller and leaned against him, bowing his head and licking Xiran from time to time, but he couldn't get any reaction from Xiran. Since he came to the human world, Xiran has been like this, and has always maintained the appearance of a Chihuahua, because Zhuo Yu tampered with him, sealing his mana, so that he can't return to human form... The grief of losing his master and brother can only make Xi Ran silently chew in his heart, speechless at the moment Come on, I can only hide all the emotions that cannot be expressed in my heart, and wait for the mana to recover...

Although he was lying with Ling Ziqing, Jun Molin didn't fall asleep. He just warmed Ling Ziqing and got up and left the bed. Then he tucked Ling Ziqing's back. A wolf and a... dog leaning together in a corner.

"Zhuifeng, you stay here with the old ancestor," Jun Molin explained.

Chase Feng nodded.

Jun Molin looked at Xiran in a blink of an eye, sighed lowly, bent down and picked him up.

Xiran couldn't speak at this moment, and could only moan and struggle in his arms.

Taking Xiran out of the wine shop, Jun Molin didn't say anything, it seemed that he was just taking him out for a walk. Xiran was still looking sleepy with his head shrugged, but after a while, he seemed to be unable to hold back the surroundings. The blossoming clusters of flowers began to roll their eyes to look around.

Jun Molin glanced at him, patted his head, then raised his back hand, put Xiran directly on his shoulder, and then let go of his hands, making Xiran nervous at the moment, with his two front paws firmly lying on Jun Molin Do not move.

Fifteen or sixteen years old is not very old, but for ordinary people, it is the age to start a family. Jun Molin is slender and has an extraordinary demeanor, but he is carrying a chihuahua on his shoulders that doesn't fit in with him. It's hard for people not to pay attention on the street, but Jun Molin just turned a blind eye to the eyes around him, walked to a small shop, bought a meat bun, turned back to the old department, and at the same time, he didn't forget to tear off a small package and give it to Xi. Of course.

Xiran lay on his shoulders, obviously taken aback for a moment, looked at the bun skin handed over with big eyes, and then looked at Jun Molin's side face, Xiran opened his mouth for a long time before biting, looking carefully, his teeth touched Jun Molin's. Fingers, the tip of the tongue scraped across the fingertips, bringing a rough and wet touch.

Jun Molin glanced at him, and smiled slightly. In a blink of an eye, he saw a young man staring at Xi Ran on his shoulder with a strange expression not far ahead. Jun Molin nodded slightly at him, turned around and asked He walked away, but a female voice could be heard behind him: "Zi Xiao, what are you looking at, if you don't leave, you won't be able to catch up with the apprentice hall of Yunxiao Palace."

Cloud Palace.

Hearing these three words, Jun Molin noticeably paused, turned his head, and looked at the people behind him.