Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

Yun Shuhua took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the sword on the ground again.

He turned around and looked towards the end of the distant ancient battlefield, fixed his eyes on the narrow skyline path between two dangerous peaks, thought for a moment, and had already made a decision in his heart.

Judging from the current situation, he hasn't even figured out his own identity. For now, he should evacuate from the ancient battlefield first, stay in a safe place, and then have a good understanding of the world view background of the game with the GM.

Wanting to understand this, Yun Shuhua lifted the hem of his robe, bypassed the fiercely fighting crowd, and walked quickly along the narrow path along the edge to the distant peaks.

Before he had walked a few steps, a huge thunder rang out from the low sky, and several bolts of lightning spread from the depths of the black clouds, illuminating the dim ancient battlefield brightly.

These thunderclaps were about to hit Yun Shuhua's heart. The rolling thunder gradually became stronger and stronger, and his chest trembled violently.

The exchange of weapons and the roar of fighting could be heard endlessly. In this noisy and chaotic environment, a steady and orderly sound of steps gradually became clear.Looking from a distance, the majestic army like a mountain is coming.

Yun Shuhua squinted his eyes and took a closer look. The clothes of this group of people were somewhat similar to his own.

He looked down at the corner of the lotus-colored clothes, feeling a little relieved.

In a daze, a magic cultivator wearing silver light armor glanced over here in surprise, and with a single step, he crossed the crowd and came to Yun Shuhua and was about to speak.

At this moment, Yun Shuhua instinctively didn't want to communicate with others, lowered his head and quickly hid in the fighting crowd, trying not to be discovered by others.

"Young Master Yun is here! He has brought reinforcements from Yuxiao Palace!"

I don't know who was the first to shout this sentence, the morale of the demon cultivators present was soaring as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and they all shouted to protect the young master.

This reinforcement was not called by Yun Shuhua, he dared not take credit for it.

But when he saw those loyal Mo Xiuyong looking at him with admiration, he couldn't say the words of defense for some reason.

Yun Shuhua had no choice but to imitate the airs of the company boss, and while avoiding the enemy's attack, he responded: "Everyone fight hard, don't let me get hurt, you must protect yourself!"

The next moment, a flash of sword light hit his face, Yun Shuhua struggled to lift the sword and could barely resist it, cold sweat dripping from the corners of his forehead.

It's too dangerous to stay here, the most urgent thing is to find a way to escape.

He shuttled back and forth in the battlefield with his sword in his hand. In times of crisis, he either avoided it by his reaction speed or protected him with the long sword in his hand.

I think I rarely touched fish when I was working, but this time I really caught a big one.

Yun Shuhua stared at the Yixiantian more than ten meters away, his heart beat faster, and he couldn't help being excited that he had successfully saved his life.

He raised his sword and hurried into the narrow opening of Yixiantian, but before he walked in, he suddenly felt the strong wind blowing all around him, and the sky suddenly brightened a little.

The gust of wind blew his black hair into the air, and faintly, a few cranes could be heard from the distant sky.

Yun Shuhua didn't care to think about why there are cranes nearby, seeing that freedom is right in front of him, he wouldn't bother thinking about other things.

A burst of lotus fragrance blew past the clinker, and suddenly a tall and straight shadow appeared in front of him.

"It's Sword Master, we are saved in the five lower realms! Master Xianzun is here!"

Daoxiu, who was behind him, showed ecstasy, and his eyes moved horizontally, and fell on Yun Shuhua's back, his eyes were about to split.

"It's unreasonable for a demon cultivator to harm Lord Immortal Venerable!"

After finishing speaking, before Yun Shuhua could react, he felt a pain in his waist, as if being hit from behind, and immediately knelt down facing the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

When people are overly panicked, they can't help but grab something they can hold on to. This is a physiological instinct.

Yun Shuhua is also an individual, so naturally he cannot be spared.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground and made the sound of hitting a stone, followed by the noise of tearing and tearing silk.

It looked like something had been torn off.

Yun Shuhua sat kneeling on the ground, in front of him was a white mist covering his knees, with willow leaves drawn with silver threads, and it was falling softly to the ground with the movement of his left hand.

With a "pop", a piece of glacial hibiscus jade biscuit fell to the ground, and several cracks spread like branches of dead wood.

Yun Shuhua couldn't help but clenched his left hand tightly, only to see a broken silk ribbon lying on the palm.

Obviously, this belt is exactly the belt of the person in front of him.

And his right hand is covering the lower abdomen of the person in front of him. Although several layers of thin clothes are separated, he can still feel the smooth muscle lines and scorching temperature under the cloth.

This place is a bit ambiguous, if it goes down three inches, it is really unreasonable.

Various emotions and thoughts wandered in Yun Shuhua's mind for a moment, but the man whose belt was ripped off moved faster.

Before he had time to see how he made his moves, Yun Shuhua only felt the heat on his neck, and red blood spurted out, staining the man's printed kui jade boots red.

The cold and sharp sword tip pierced his skin, and the blood dripped on the cloth in his hand, rendering and expanding.

Yun Shuhua didn't dare to make big moves, raised his head slightly, frowned in pain, and let out a muffled groan.

"Um……"

Looking up, the man in a white robe looked at him expressionlessly. Under the sharp and handsome eyebrows was a pair of starry eyes like a cold lake in the night. His nose was high and his face was deep. His eyes seemed to be watching a dying man man of.

At this moment, his clothes are disheveled, and he lacks a sense of abstinence.Occasionally, a gentle breeze blows, the long gown flutters, and the red lotus embroidered on the sleeve of the gown seems to fly out.

The faint fragrance of lotus brushed past again, and Yun Shuhua couldn't help shivering. After seeing the man's face clearly, his pupils shrank slightly.

How could this person be Jing Fan? !

Even if he doesn't know the background of "War of Immortals and Demons", he will never be ignorant of the important non-player characters in the game.

Sword Master Jing Fan is one of them.

It is rumored that he is the only master who sits on the throne of Immortal Venerable in the Five Realms of the Lower Realm, and his Moon-Questing Sword is so superb that no one can beat him; moreover, his life experience is a mystery, and he has lived alone in Qingwu Mountain in the Eastern Region for many years. I hate touching people the most.

Under the Wenyue sword, I don't know how many heads have been sacrificed for it...

As soon as he crossed over, he met such a powerful and important person. If he didn't escape, he would definitely die here today.Thinking of this, Yun Shuhua's body trembled, his blood-stained hands were on the ground, trying to cover his neck and stand up away from him.

"do not move."

Seeing his face, the man in front of him slowly withdrew his killing intent, and finally opened his mouth.

"Head up."

The last icy and cold ending fell, and the man bent down to pick up the piece of hibiscus jade, gently stroking the cracks with his fingers, and then held it tightly in his hand.

Yun Shuhua obediently raised his head very nervously, with some blood still on his face.

From Jing Fan's perspective, the eyes are a picture of a beauty weeping.

Looking at his appearance, he is just like a young man, with deep fear on his face, his beautiful face is a little pale due to excessive blood loss, I don't know if it is because of the pain, the water in those clear eyes is shining, and he will Can't cry.

Jing Fan raised Wenyue Sword with his right hand, and swung the sword flower in the air. His tone was playful and questioning, but he was staring at the young man's face.

"What's your name."

Yun Shuhua blinked, trying to drive away the discomfort caused by the wind blowing into his eyes, and then whispered his name.

"how old?"

"..." Yun Shuhua fell silent, obviously this was not a question he could answer at the moment.

"Don't say?" Jing Fan turned his head and narrowed his sharp eyes slightly.

The young man was wearing a lotus-blue python-pattern double-breasted gown, which seemed to be the standard of the demon world.

Jing Fan held the sword, gently exerted force on the tip of the sword, lifted the boy's jaw, and admired it silently for a while.

After a long time, the Wenyue Sword was taken back.

Then he stepped forward and patted Yun Shuhua on the shoulder, brushed his fingers over the boy's wound, and instantly restored it to a new life.

"Get up, by the way, help me put on my clothes."

Ok.

Yun Shuhua stood up without hesitation, was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with that sentence just now.

Help me put on my clothes.

Help me put my clothes on...

Put on.

???

That's right, on the first day of time travel, Yun Shuhua was almost wiped on the neck by someone, and under this man's coercion, he helped him tie his belt and cover his knees.

Everything behind seemed to be developing logically. After Yun Shuhua helped Jing Fan put on the scattered clothes strangely, he escaped along the line of sky.

It was a miracle that Jing Fan didn't kill him with a single blow.

The last moment in my memory is when Jing Fan formed a huge ice lotus seal with a sword in one hand, and then led a group of Taoist cultivators to defeat the demon world with overwhelming strength.

At first, he thought that he would never meet such a famous and famous person again, but two months later, Yun Shuhua and Jiang Shuwan left Yuxiao Palace together on a whim, and went round and round to Luoqi Mountain in the Central Region.

Jiang Shuwan was so focused on participating in the disciple acceptance ceremony in the Five Realms of the Lower Realm, but Yun Shuhua couldn't beat him, so he had to follow him up the mountain.

It stands to reason that the master of the five domains would never meet Jianzun Jingfan in such a matter as accepting disciples.

According to the plot of the game, although Jing Fan is the master of the Eastern Region, he never participates in recruiting disciples, and rarely attends the Five Regions Conference unless it is important.

But it's a fucking coincidence that during the apprenticeship ceremony, there happened to be some important matters that required Jing Fan to come forward.

On a sunny and sunny morning, Jing Fan was sitting on the throne at the top of the Taiji Hall, and he spotted Yun Shuhua at a glance among the disciples of Daoist cultivators.

At that time, he lacked interest and had a stern face. When he saw Yun Shuhua, his handsome eyebrows were slightly lowered, and then he whispered to Shen Tangli, the master of the Central Territory beside him, "Do you know where the young man in Tsing Yi in the back row came from?"

Following these words, Shen Tangli looked back and was quite surprised when he saw the young man, then he looked through the roster.

"It is written in the booklet that it is a person from Licheng in the southern region. It is somewhat different from what I told you that day, but I don't know why he sneaked into the apprenticeship ceremony as a demon cultivator."

While talking, Shen Tangli paused for a moment, and said hesitantly, "Kill, or imprison?"

Jing Fan propped his forehead in silence for a while.

"Remember him under the gate of Qingwu Mountain, and be my apprentice."