[Comprehensive martial arts] My little fairy

Ling Yuxiang's body gradually became colder. At this point, the five dragons of the Wulin were killed by the three descendants of the Flying Blood Sword Demon.

The tears in Leng-Blood's eyes never fell, and he pinched the bloody letter Ling Yuxiang wrote in his hand to identify Liu Jiyan with his hands dipped in blood.Now, just send the blood book to the government, and the case will be closed.There were no other living people in the Jin Mansion except Leng Xue. He wanted to get up and find something to cover the corpse, but when he got up, he injured his shoulder and back.He traveled dozens of miles that day, fought three times, killed many villains, and killed several friends. He had stab wounds on his shoulders and backs, and now he felt pain after his muscles relaxed.But he is cold-blooded, such pain is not serious for him.

After a while, he stood up again, and a clear female voice came from a place where there should be no living people: "Little wolf... are you a little wolf?" Leng Xue's body tensed up instantly, and he would never admit his mistake to this voice.

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When Lengxue was about eight or nine years old, Mr. Zhuge invited him a second "master", and Lengxue learned to read and write with him.Little Leng-Blood didn't put all his attention on reading, he ran around the fields before dawn, and then went back to study.Go after the hare early in the morning, and then go back to the cabin to study.At noon, I went to cut wood and cross the river, and then gnawed on a book in the shade of a tree. At dusk, I finished my meal and read a book by the light of the stars and moon.In the middle of the night amidst the sounds of insects and insects, holding a book, he entered the dreamland where he punched and kicked from time to time.

The fairy mentioned in the book has always looked like Mr. Zhuge in Xiao Lengxue's heart, until one day, he saw a woman in a goose-yellow shirt by the river.Cold-blooded ears can hear the sound of insects eating the leaves on the tree three feet away, but they can't hear the breathing of the woman who is so close.

The woman sat on the stone with her back to him, and when she approached her in cold blood, she turned her head and smiled at him: "From a long distance, I thought it was a little furry wolf cub, but when I got closer, I realized it was a furry child."

He grew up cold-blooded in the wild, and he doesn't know what is beautiful and what is ugly, but he has a feeling that the person in front of him must be very beautiful. The male fairy looks like Mr. Zhuge, and the female fairy should be like the person in front of him.

Seeing the cold blood, the woman didn't speak, and turned her head to look at the river again: "You are familiar with this place, right? Which kind of fish is better in the river?"

Leng Xue didn't know how to answer the woman's first sentence, but the second sentence was very clear: "Black back, white belly, a bit flat head, long beard on the mouth" look up at the direction of the sun "but this kind of fish is very cold during the day. Hide, it's easy to catch at night."

The woman pursed her mouth and pointed to the bonfire marks not far away: "I found wild fruits and caught fish, but they were not tasty... um... it was terrible, I am very hungry now."

Leng Xue followed her hand and looked over, there were four or five bitten fruits beside the campfire, and a grilled fish with a bite: "This kind of fruit is red and sour, and this kind of fish is full of bones and very fishy. , it’s really hard to eat.”

Looking at the woman's slumped face, he asked coldly, "I'll catch some rabbits or pheasants, do you want to eat them?"

The woman's eyes lit up, as if her whole body was glowing: "Eat!"

So, after a short time, Leng Xue and the woman sat by a bonfire, watching the woman gnawing on the pheasant legs, making him feel that his stomach was also empty.

When the woman slowed down, she asked coldly, "Who are you?"

Leng Xue is not stupid, on the contrary, he is very smart, and will not ignore so many abnormalities. The woman has made a fire and grilled fish, but before she pointed to the fire, Leng Xue didn't even notice that there was a fire there.There should be a smell in the place where the fish was grilled, and I did smell it afterwards, but it was only after the woman said it.There are many ways to hide your own tracks, but it is a bit magical to be able to ignore the surrounding environment.

The woman couldn't eat any more chicken in her mouth, so she simply let it go, her eyes looked at Leng Xue: "I won't lie to you, I want to know too."

Scratching his head in cold blood: "Where do you live? Is no one with you?"

The woman was sitting cross-legged on the ground, but now she hugged her knees with her hands: "I opened my eyes and was by the river just now. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't remember who I am, and I don't remember why I am here. Actually, I remember a lot of things. ..." Seeing a book that Leng Xue pinned in his belt, "I remember that I also memorized this, and now I can memorize it, and I can write it, and I can write several fonts. But my head hurts from thinking about it, and I can't I don’t remember what my name is, where I came from, or where I should go.”

Leng Xue didn't know what to say for a while, and finally pulled out the book on his waist: "Recite it to me."

"Okay, the world is mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric..."

She memorized it for a long time, and then the teacher only knew half of the book and memorized it for a long time in cold blood.

That night, the woman followed Leng Xue back to his hut.

The gentleman that Mr. Zhuge invited to teach Leng Xue to read was not there, but he left homework for Leng Xue, and said that he would check when he came back in a few days.

A woman doesn't know who she is, doesn't know where she came from and where she is going, and she is cold-blooded, but at least he has homework to do.The woman continued to teach him to recite and write.They folded branches to write on the ground, wrote on big leaves, and wrote on the table with their hands dipped in water.Eat roasted rabbits, roasted chickens, roasted unknown wild birds and wild fruits, and Leng Xue also took her to catch fish that was said to be good at night.

One night, they were lying side by side on the rough bed, the woman seemed to have made some important decision, and suddenly sat up and patted her cold blood: "I have decided, it's okay if I don't remember, I will be called Wangyou from now on."

Cold-blooded blinked his eyes: "Okay, I will call you Wangyou from now on."

Wangyou quit: "You should at least call me sister Wangyou."

He glanced at her coldly: "Do you remember how old you are?"

Wangyou collapsed in an instant: "I don't remember..." But it only fell for a moment, "But you are only as tall as I am" and compared the position of the chest, "No matter how you look at it, you are smaller than me."

Leng Xue was a little unwilling: "I will grow taller in the future. I am much taller this year than last year." "Then... before you surpass me, call me sister."

It's okay to be cold-blooded, men are generally bigger than women, no matter whether they are animals or humans.Seeing that he agreed, Wangyou was in a good mood: "I never asked your name before, but now my name is Wangyou, what's your name?"

Leng Xue has a name, and he didn't have the nickname Leng Xue at that time, "My surname is Leng, and my name is Leng Lingqi."

Wangyou shook his head: "This name doesn't resemble you at all. When it's just the two of us, can I call you something else?"

"What do you call me?"

"Hmm... Little Wolf? Or Little Leopard? Little Leopard, or Xiao Bao."

His cold-blooded face turned red: "Little wolf, call him little wolf."

Little wolf is always better than little treasure.

Wangyou grinned: "Okay, then I'll call you Little Wolf. But you also look like a little leopard, especially when you run, like a little leopard being chased by someone."

Wangyou and Lengxue lived together for a month, and Lengxue was very happy every day, especially after discovering that Wangyou could teach him swordsmanship.As the weather gradually cooled down, Wangyou slept longer and longer, like a hibernating animal in the forest.Until one morning, after Leng Xue woke up, he didn't see Wangyou.The little cold blood searched for a long time, and found every place in the woods.Just like she suddenly appeared, Wangyou also disappeared suddenly.After a heavy rain, the words that were once written on the ground disappeared, and the leaves on which the words were written were all rotten. It seemed that there had never been such a person in this world.Leng Xue told the gentleman who taught him to read, and the husband smiled and said that he knew he wanted a woman at a young age, and I am afraid it was not a dream.Mr. Zhuge has never doubted the existence of Wangyou. After all, although the sword used by Leng Xue has only its shape, it can also vaguely glimpse how amazing it will be after Dacheng.

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It's been so long, so cold-blooded that he thought it was a sweet dream.Hearing Wangyou's voice again, his cold-blooded mind went blank, and he just stared at her steadfastly.Wangyou looks exactly the same as in his memory, with the same clothes and hairstyle, the current Wangyou looks the same as in his memory when he is thirteen or fourteen years old.It's just that at that time, Leng Xue's body only reached her chest, but now, the top of her head only reached Leng Xue's chest.

"You... have your memory recovered?"

"No……"

"Where have you been all these years?"

"Would you believe me if I said... I was sleeping?"

Leng Xue took Wangyou back to his home, which was naturally not the original log cabin, but the Shenhou Mansion in the capital.

It was already late at night when they arrived at Shenhou Mansion, so they arranged for Wangyou to go to the building to rest first, and went to see Mr. Zhuge with a cold-blooded head.

Mr. Zhuge naturally knew the Wangyou in Lengxue's mouth. After seeing the sword skills that Lengxue used, Mr. Zhuge asked Lengxue to tell him everything that happened to them, every detail.Compared to a cold-blooded dream, Mr. Zhuge believed that this little disciple encountered some kind of mountain spirit and monster.

After experiencing the initial shock, Mr. Zhuge decided to meet Wangyou first after thinking twice.

In the early morning, there were only three of them in the small courtyard.Zhuge and Wangyou sat opposite each other, standing aside like cold-blooded javelins.

Just like Mr. Zhuge knew her, Wangyou also knew about Zhuge Shenhou, so he heard it from his cold-blooded mouth since he was a child.In Xiao Lengxue's mouth, this Mr. Zhuge is the best, most capable, most capable and most knowledgeable person in the world.

"What I said is true. I wanted to go to the forest to get some honey that day, but I was so sleepy on the way, I leaned against a tree and fell asleep for a while. After waking up, I didn't have the feeling of soft hands and feet. I thought it was just a After a while, I went back to the small wooden house and saw that the house had collapsed, and trees grew where we buried the sweet fruit pits." Wangyou was a little anxious, and spoke a lot faster.

Mr. Zhuge poured her a cup of tea: "I believe it. Just now I was wondering whether the girl is a mountain spirit or a human being."

Wangyou took a sip of tea: "It should be a human... Is there any way to distinguish between a human and a monster?" After a pause, he took another sip, "If I'm really a monster, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid." Leng Xue did not hesitate.

Mr. Zhuge stroked his beard: "I am not afraid, but we are not afraid, but it does not mean that everyone is not afraid. The effect of the girl's cold-blooded healing can really be called a fairy method."

When Leng Xue saw Wang You again in the Ling Mansion, he had deep stab wounds on his shoulder and back.Wangyou saw that the wound seemed to hurt more than him.Leng Xue remembered that she was extremely afraid of pain, and took out the golden sore medicine to wrap up the wound, but Wang You reached out to caress the wound one step ahead of him.Leng Xue only felt an indescribable cold or warm feeling gently wrapping the wound, and the pain was almost immediately reduced to an insignificant level. Only a faint red mark remained.

Mr. Zhuge still has doubts about Wangyou, but he completely trusts Leng Xue.Leng Xue would never make a mistake in judging the extent of the trauma, but it has healed like this in such a short period of time. Judging from Leng Xue's tone, this is the result of his refusal to let Wang You treat him again. Zhuge began to seriously consider cutting himself for Wang You Zhi to treat.