Demon Venerable thought the cub was not his

It was the first time that Chu You clearly felt his own insignificance. He was not sure whether this god-ranked dragon would become so fierce that it would crush him to death.

Jiaolong's icy pupils had no warmth at all. He looked down at Chu You for a while, as if he had no interest in him, and then went back to the bottom of the Lingquan.

Chu You held his breath, his body was stiff, and when he was stared at by Jiaolong's eyes, he didn't even dare to move, the blood in his body was frozen, his beating heart seemed to smash his ribs, and he was surrounded by extreme fear.

He could feel that he was only one step away from death.

After Jiaolong left, Chu You breathed a sigh of relief, his legs softened and he almost fell to his knees.

He pulled himself together, took out the bamboo tube from the storage bag and walked towards the Lingquan.

He walked very carefully, as long as there was the slightest movement, he would immediately retreat.Fortunately, the dragon seemed to have accepted his greeting, and did not show up to expel it.

Chu You squatted beside the Lingquan and filled the bamboo tube with Lingquan water.

He looked down at the reflection in the water, only to realize that his face was pale, as ugly as it could be.

Bringing the spiritual spring water back to the cave, Chu You drank more than half of it for Yan Lin, and drank the rest by himself.

The effect of Lingquan water is amazing, it can indeed suppress the poison in Yan Lin's body.Yan Lin didn't have another attack for two consecutive days, and Chu You's excitement was almost visible to the naked eye.

Unfortunately, it was of no use to him.

After that, Chu You will go to Lingquan every few days.

He didn't take the water from the spiritual spring for nothing, and every time before taking it, he would play the flute to Jiaolong as a reward for taking the water from the spring.

Except for the first time, Jiaolong never showed up again, and Chu You didn't care about it. Every time he finished playing the flute by himself, he took the water from the spiritual spring and left.

On this day, Chu You came to fetch water from the spiritual spring again. As usual, he stood by the bamboo forest, first took out his flute and played a tune.

The sound of the flute is melodious, and the spring water is sparkling and beautiful under the bright sunshine.

The mountains adjacent to Lingquan are covered with thick snow, and the surroundings are quiet and peaceful.

At the end of the song, Chu You put away the flute, and went straight to fetch water from the spiritual spring with the bamboo tube.

However, at this moment, layers of waves suddenly rolled up in the center of Lingquan.

Jiaolong reappeared in the waves, the short horns on his head were hard, refracting cold light, his scarlet pupils stared at Chu You, and suddenly said: "You are dying."

His voice was jerky and stiff, and his tone was weird, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, so he forgot how to use this function.

Chu You was also taken aback, he didn't expect that Jiaolong would appear suddenly, let alone that the other party could spit out people's words.

But it's normal to think about it. After all, this flood dragon is already a god rank, and can even transform into a human form, let alone speak a word.

Chu You's posture was respectful and obedient: "Yes. I am backlashed by my mind, and I really can't live long."

Jiaolong said: "Spiritual spring water can only be suspended, it cannot save you."

"I know."

"I haven't seen a monk for nearly a thousand years. Is the entrance opened again?"

"Yes. I also came in by mistake more than two months ago."

Jiaolong stared at Chu You for a long while, as if he was examining and observing carefully, and then he sincerely praised: "Your flute sounds very nice, I like it very much."

Chu You smiled: "Thank you."

"I like you very much, too." Jiaolong spoke bluntly, without beating around the bush, which made Chu You stunned for a moment, not knowing how to answer.

Fortunately, Jiaolong didn't expect him to give any answer, and continued to speak coldly: "I still want to hear it, so you can play another song. As a reward, I can give you a gift."

Chu You had no reason to refuse. This was not an excessive request, and it was nothing more than a little effort for him.

He took out his flute again, and played it slowly under Jiaolong's gaze.

The sound of flute echoes in the valley, ethereal and wonderful.

Jiaolong was immersed in it, and closed his pupils enjoying it. When he was happy to hear it, he would gently wag the tip of his tail, making waves.

At the end of the song, Jiaolong didn't seem to be enjoying himself enough, but he didn't continue to ask Chu You to play.

A spiritual grass wrapped in spiritual light was volleyed to Chu You.

"This is the Black Ice Grass." The figure of Jiaolong disappeared on the lake in an instant, and a voice came from the bottom of the Lingquan: "Take it, and your life will be temporarily saved."

After Chu You took the Xuanbing grass, he could feel the majestic spiritual power surging from the grass, which was no surprise to him.

He thanked him several times, and without hesitation, he used his spiritual power to knead the Xuanbingcao into the size of a bead, and swallowed it quickly.

Chu You didn't doubt what Jiaolong said, he didn't need to target himself, and a god-level monster like him wouldn't bother to lie.

After taking the Black Ice Grass, Chu You immediately circulated his spiritual power cross-legged, and he could feel the cold spiritual power pouring into his dantian, calming down his restless spiritual energy.

When he opened his eyes again, Chu You felt much more comfortable, and the backlash force that had been scrambling to move around recently also temporarily dormant.

He took the spiritual spring water and walked back, only to feel that his steps were much lighter.

But when he walked into the cave, the smile on his face disappeared instantly, because Yan Lin became poisonous again.

Now Yan Lin is like stepping on a steel wire rope, every poisonous hair consumes his life, making him fall off the wire rope at any time, and fall into the abyss forever.

After the two were intimate, the cave was full of ambiguous atmosphere, their bodies and the stone bed were all in a mess, and a discerning person would know what happened at a glance.

Chu You was already used to being held in Yan Lin's arms, and this position was very comfortable for him, so he didn't bother to move.

Yan Lin held Chu You's hand, while stroking his hair, his voice was very soft, mixed with some unwillingness, and sighed: "It would be great if I could meet you sooner."

Chu You didn't speak, and felt a little guilty when he heard the words, secretly thinking that Yan Lin probably didn't know yet, but they actually met each other a long time ago.

And if he knew his true identity, he would probably kill himself desperately if he tried his last breath.

The two lay quietly, quietly enjoying the passage of time.

Maybe it was because the fire next to him was too warm, or maybe the companionship these days was too warm, Yan Lin suddenly became emotional for the first time.

He asked Chu You: "If I die, will you always remember me?"

It's not like he would ask this question, at least before that, Yan Lin never thought that one day he would want to be remembered by someone.

Chu You didn't respond for a long time, as if she didn't know how to answer.

Yan Lin suddenly laughed mockingly again: "You still have a long time, so of course it is impossible to remember me all the time. In fact, you are dead, and there is no need for anyone to remember me."

"You won't die." Chu You's voice was soft but firm.

Yan Lin didn't take it seriously, thinking he was just comforting herself: "I know my situation, I can't last long."

Chu You repeated again earnestly: "You will not die."

Yan Lin laughed and asked, "How do you know?"

"I just know." Chu You raised his head and looked at his eyes shining like stars: "You believe me. If I say you won't die, you will definitely not die."

His tone was so sincere and firm that Yan Lin didn't know how to answer.

After a while, he said in doubt: "Lin You, you are very strange. You are not like a demon, but rather like those decent monks. You seem to have many secrets and know many things. Sometimes I think you can see through it at a glance, and sometimes I find that I can't see through you no matter what."

Chu You is silent, he does have many secrets, after all he is not the real Chu You at all, nor does he belong to this world.

But there was no way to explain this to Yan Lin. Fortunately, the other party didn't even think about asking for an answer. When he heard Chu You yawning, he patted him on the back and told him to rest first.

When Yan Lin woke up the next day, Chu You was no longer in the cave.

Recently, Chu You would go out every two days, and came back very late with Lingquan water.

Those spirit spring waters are all prepared for him, they can suppress the poison in his body, but the spirit spring water is not a magic medicine, it can only suppress the poison, it cannot make the poison disappear.

Yan Lin didn't know where Chu You got the water from the spring, but it took him longer and longer to get the water from the spring.

It used to take only an hour to get it back, but now it takes a whole day, especially when I come back every time, I still have a strange smell on my body.

Yan Lin didn't like that breath very much, with a strong sense of provocation and danger.

Before, he was patiently waiting for Chu You to come back, but for some reason, he became irritable for no reason.

Sitting in a wheelchair, he circled the cave several times.In the end, he couldn't hold back anymore and decided to follow the footsteps to find Chu You.

He wanted to know where Chu You got the spiritual spring water, why the delay was getting longer and longer, and where the dangerous strange smell came from.

Before leaving the cave, Yan Lin took the crossbow and arrow that Chu You made for him.

Crossbows and arrows are used for self-defense. They are powerful enough to deal with ordinary monsters. Fortunately, there are no too powerful monsters nearby.

It is very inconvenient to walk in a wheelchair in the mountains and forests, and Yan Lin had to slow down the schedule, so that it took half an hour to travel, and finally took an hour to arrive.

He arrived at a bamboo forest, and looked towards the end along the footprints extending on the ground of the bamboo forest.

At the end of the bamboo forest, a vast and wide lake can be vaguely glimpsed.

The ethereal and melodious flute sound came from far away by the lake.

Yan Lin stared at the footprints and listened to the sound of the flute, her expression was calm, but her heart sank heavily.

He pushed the wheelchair and walked into the bamboo forest, but when he was about to walk out of the bamboo forest, he suddenly turned a corner and walked to the side path.

There is a small slope that cuts off and stretches upwards on the trail, which seems inconspicuous, but it creates a lot of trouble for Yan Lin.

The muscles in his hand holding the wheel swelled, and he moved forward round and round, and it took a lot of effort to walk up.

After going up the small slope and walking a little further, the field of vision in front of him instantly widened, enough for Yan Lin to see the scene beside the Lingquan clearly.

He saw beside the Lingquan, Chu You stood casually under the bamboo forest, playing the flute.

The sound of the flute from afar is beautiful and pleasant to the ear, as if it blends in with the surrounding scenery and is extremely harmonious.

And beside him stood a man in a black robe.

The man has a well-proportioned figure, his hair is pulled up casually, and he is gently shaking a fan. His body is full of books, and he looks gentle and harmless.

But Yan Lin could feel that these were just appearances.Instinct reminded him that this person in front of him was dangerous, more dangerous than anyone he had ever seen.

And it was obvious that the strange aura on Chu You's body belonged to the other party.

Yan Lin was slightly taken aback.

But at this moment, the black-robed man suddenly approached Chu You.

From Yan Lin's direction, only the back of the man in black robe and Chu You's profile could be seen.

Their posture at this time was particularly intimate, the man in black robe lowered his head slightly, as if he was kissing Chu You.

And Chu You was still blowing the flute calmly, not planning to escape at all.

Seeing this scene suddenly, Yan Lin's eyes were scarlet, and his chest heaved violently.He didn't even realize that his palm had already been cut and bleeding by the tightly held arrow.

He thought a lot for a moment, but in the end, he didn't do anything. Instead, he pushed the wheelchair away with a gloomy face and full of anger.

Yan Lin knew that Chu You endured humiliation and did all this for herself.

For the first time, he hated his own powerlessness so much.

Beside the Lingquan, Jiaolong leaned over slightly, ambiguously removed the fallen leaves from Chu You's ears, and threw them lightly on the ground.

Holding the flute in hand, Chu You paused for a moment, glanced at the bamboo forest behind him out of the corner of his eye, and quickly looked away.

Afterwards, he turned to Jiaolong, who was beside him as if nothing had happened, and said convincingly: "You did it on purpose just now."