I rely on tea and lotus to save Master

"feelling better?"

Wen Yan kept wrapping him tightly, her legs wrapped around his curled up legs, one hand was tightened around his too thin waist, and the other was pressed against his thumping heart.

He likes hugging in this posture, taking Gu Jianhan into his arms completely, preventing him from getting cold or getting hurt.

"Ayan." His tone was abnormally flat, but his voice was hoarse, and there was a little uncontrollable crying at the end, "Let's cultivate the dual cultivation of the soul, isn't it that we will be saved after the dual cultivation of the soul? I don't want to Being a marionette controlled everywhere, now hurting you like this...I feel so bad."

He said he was very uncomfortable.

Gu Jianhan has never said such a thing to him before, such a straightforward show of weakness is rare, Gu Jianhan is not a person who likes to talk about pain, because no one hurts, most of the time he gritted his teeth and blood swallow.

It was because he was driven to a desperate situation that he would say such words to him.

The Corpse Fragrance Powder is really powerful, Gu Jianhan's lifetime of suffering stems from this, the sub-gu has deeply rooted in his heart, and the tragedy of his life has sprouted and grown wildly on the sub-gu.He has collected so many rare treasures in the past 300 years, but none of them can be used to solve the problem of corpse incense. I don't know how desperate he must be.

But he didn't show it at all, and he still pretended to be calm.He concealed from Gu Jianhan the matter of secretly practicing bows and drawing talismans. On the day when Gu Jianhan suspected that he was poisoned by Gu, he also secretly went to the back mountain to look for it all night without telling him. His feet were frozen inside and his whole body was stiff. If he hadn't woken up suddenly from a dream in the early morning, he would not have known that his master would be so pitifully huddled outside the alchemy furnace, fearing that the snowstorm would freeze him too. So, she dared not get on the couch for a long time, and dared not sleep beside him.

But at that time, even the cause could not be found, let alone any antidote.He was just in too much pain, lying next to Wen Yan, he felt his whole heart was being squeezed and squeezed, and then cruelly cut open over and over again.

He hurt Wen Yan so badly.

"Then let's send a letter to Sect Master Dong first, and ask him to help us go to the Mirror Prison to take a look, in case something serious happens."

He has said so, there is no reason for Wen Yan to refuse.Speaking of which, they haven't practiced together for a long time. Gu Jianhan's current state is like a bird that has been knocked down by the wind and snow. If he doesn't use his blazing body temperature to melt the cold winter on his wings, he will follow the biting winter wind. Gone.

Wen Yan knows better than anyone that Gu Jianhan can't listen to him now, he is extremely guilty and insecure, although he did nothing wrong, he is also a victim, although Wen Yan wants to tell him to do this little thing for him He is willing, even wishing for it.

But now it is useless for him to say these things, the real and sensible body temperature and intimate whispers are often more effective than those words of comfort.

In other words, there is nothing that can't be solved once. If it doesn't work once, then do it several times.

"I took too many Huisheng Pills before, which affected my body a bit, so this time...Master has to work harder."

*?*?*

"Hua Nongying! What the hell are you doing?!"

Dong Zhixue frowned, looking at the dark fire in the corner, her temples twitched.

It is impossible for this person to self-mutilate for no reason, there is only one possibility to do this kind of thing - doing so will cause the opponent to suffer ten times and a hundred times the damage.

But why can she do long-range damage to Jian Han?Still so unscrupulous and full of confidence?You have to know that Gu Jianhan is now a cultivator in the late stage of the tribulation period, the number one master of swordsmanship, and a master of the five ways. Even if she is a witch and Gu master, ten Hua Nongying can't get close to Gu Jianhan's body, let alone hurt him at all. .

Wait...Witch Gu Master?

impossible--

"Actually, I'm really curious, what kind of tricks does that guy on Lengyue Peak have to make all of you fascinated by him."

"There is no shortage of beauties in the Three Realms..."

Dong Zhixue had already stood up from the teacher's chair, her white hair fluttering like snow behind him, he frowned and looked at Hua Nongying, a gentle breeze suddenly wrapped around her bleeding wrist.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Witches and Gu masters cannot be cured when they are injured. We can only wait for the wound to heal on its own. Didn't Chun Jing tell you?" Hua Nongying leaned against the corner of the wall and smiled softly. Bright eyes and bright teeth, full of looks, even in prison, her beauty has never faded, "You said I was talking nonsense, but have you ever asked yourself if you really don't care about that person?"

The atmosphere between the two became strangely confrontational. It stands to reason that whether Dong Zhixue is interested in Gu Jianhan is a matter that cannot be fought with Hua Nongying. Take a step back and say that even if he is really interested in him, it will not be his turn. Come to her for a beak.

not to mention--

"I said aunt, why are you thinking about men and women? Do you understand the monk Duo Muqiang since ancient times?"

"...Mu Qiang?" She slowly raised her wrist, a gentle wind belt wrapped around the filthy blood, warm white, it looked out of place in the dark prison cell, and it didn't match her blood-like red clothes .

"No matter how powerful the cultivator is, no matter how beautiful the face is, all he needs is a pair of mother-child Gu, and he will become a dry puppet. What is the world's pursuit? I just want the Lord to see... Everyone yearns for it Rukuang's skin and soul are nothing but ridiculous ashes."

"When did Mo Wuya become your master?" Dong Zhixue asked suspiciously, "Aren't you and him a cooperative relationship?"

"You're still in the mood to talk about that." Hua Nongying sneered, "Now I believe it, you really don't care much about that one."

"you……"

Dong Zhixue lowered her eyebrows and was about to speak when an amber spiritual letter suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. The letter could be opened with a touch of the seal, and then the spiritual word would appear in the air or in her mind.Dong Zhixue recognized at a glance that it was a letter from Wen Yan, and was about to open it with her hand, but when she got closer, she found a shallow layer of Taibai taotie pattern on it.

However, Hua Nongying didn't need to get close, and she was the first to perceive the dark pattern on the envelope through the indestructible black iron prison fence.She narrowed her eyes slightly, and there was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes. The emotion that was revealed was fleeting. Dong Zhixue just noticed that she pursed her lips lightly, and her eyes seemed to be looking far away through him.

"Sect Master Dong's personal message: The mirror prison has changed, please go and check it quickly, if Hua Nongying is injured, please do your best to treat it, and explain the specific reasons to the master later, thank you very much"

"This... I have to save it."

The spiritual letter disappeared completely in his palm, and in Hua Nongying's eyes, it looked like burning amber starlight bit by bit. She didn't know that she had seen such a small magic technique when she was still with the Lord. how many times.

The Lord has traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and his close friends are all over the three realms and the four seas. Letters are very frequent and common. He likes to take Qiongqi and the cubs to travel, and he does not often bring people with ghosts. He treats those special products that are very vulgar and worthless in the eyes of the demon kings, and he treats them as treasures, but he doesn't even look at the magic weapons and spirits that everyone flocks to, and he doesn't care at all. .

Sometimes she felt that he should not be a Demon Lord, nor should he be the so-called co-lord of the Three Realms, but a casual cultivator who was born in a distant place. However, his political achievements are so good. There was a big turmoil, the three realms communicated with each other, trade exchanges were frequent, there were many tourists on the border, and the people of all ethnic groups lived in harmony.

He was the only monk back then, and also the only monk in the tens of millions of years who survived the transitional catastrophe period unscathed and ascended to the thunder catastrophe and was willing to stay in the lower realm. The gap in strength allowed him to implement all his measures smoothly. The establishment of political power by the royal family of the human race is easy to say, but difficult to say.Although he has an overwhelming advantage in power, power is not enough to govern the Three Realms.

No one is born to understand these things, but he is willing to learn, spending hundreds of years to win over a group of strategists, and spending hundreds of years, spending countless financial resources, material resources and manpower to break the original barriers between the Three Realms and make the Three Realms The hearts of the people want to unify, and the following things are not logical. A group of ghost kings and human masters forced into the magic palace to crusade against his atrocities, fabricating all kinds of non-existent things in an attempt to stop the great cause of unification.In fact, he can also understand that not every monk can overcome this hurdle when one overlord becomes a demon minister overnight, but they are destined to become victims of the great cause.

He didn't know why he had to spend so much time and energy doing such a thing. Maybe it was just because the years were long and boring. If he didn't ascend to immortality, there seemed to be no need to continue to study hard.At that time, he had already become a master of the Five Dao, and he had even practiced all kinds of unpopular Taoism to the peak, especially the Heaven Rank Flying Luan Fengming Bow, which was simply fascinating, and it could even be said to be the highest pursuit of every archer monk.

But maybe... just because I saw the corpse hanging on the border between humans and demons. The man looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was air-dried in the cold desert night with his eyes closed. There was a magic arrow, and a so-called righteous arrow stuck in the back of his heart. The arrowheads of the two arrows were facing each other in his thin chest, and neither would let the other.

In the nearly thousand years, he never really traveled once, and stayed in the lonely magic palace all year round, worrying about the pile of papers, but he was born as a free wild dog, but for some reason he was willing to be a lonely long star .The spies of dead men scattered all over the country brought him the latest and most authentic news from various races, and he was always able to deal with it immediately. When he was sitting in a high position in the hall and calling the wind and rain, some people understood that he was actually not happy.

So it was no surprise in the end that he chose to escape.