My eldest brother loves to grow flowers

The viscous night is like thick ink that cannot be dispersed.

In the desolate temple, the jumping flames reflected the hideous and strange stone statues behind him, and there was a crackling sound from the fire.

Chongjin hugged the person in his arms tightly, his eyebrows and eyes, which used to be always smiling, were now soaked in blood, closed without a trace of anger.

A small puddle of dark blood gathered under them, some flowed out, some had already solidified, and these were all tolerable.

After coming out of mustard seeds, the wound on Rong Huai's body not only showed no signs of healing, but was bleeding all the time, no matter what method Chong Jin used, it was useless.

Can't stop, can't stop at all!

The anxious Chongjin met several waves of monks and went to snatch their elixir, but there were only two or three, three or four, five or six grades of elixir.What's more, all the medicines that are visible to the naked eye are impurities!

Let alone heal Rong Huai, even if he eats it, he dare not give it to Rong Huai.

So the people who were robbed out of thin air watched helplessly as this devil-like person snatched their storage bags and threw them back again.He was obviously so arrogant when he shot, but when he left, he carefully hugged the tightly wrapped person in his arms, and even pulled on the magic robe that was brought by the wind, for fear that the slightest cool breeze would leak in.

In the flickering flames, the aura did not dare to leave Rong Huai's breath, and only when he felt the weak breathing that was still rising and falling, could Chongjin feel at ease.Only then can he know that Rong Huai is still alive, he is still there.

idiot.

idiot.

fool.

He died and he died.

But don't you know that you don't have any cultivation? !

How dare he, how dare he compete for the aura of the entire Sumeru Mustard Seed.

The hands that hugged the shoulders were trembling, and at the same time, it was more self-blame that spread wildly like weeds.He knew very well that Rong Huai was looking for him.If it wasn't because he was too weak and useless, and was easily taken away like an ant, how could Rong Huai become what he is now?

He carefully lifted a corner of his robe, revealing his blood-stained face.

"Rong Huai."

"Rong Huai."

Chongjin shouted softly, he stared at the person in his arms tightly, even if he couldn't respond to him, he could just move his eyelashes.

But no.

Quietly.

The weak breath is like the sand in an hourglass, and Chongjin can only feel it shrinking little by little.It is so weak that it is like a spider's thread in the air, which can be broken with just a light blow.

"Rong Huai." Chong Jin called Rong Huai unwillingly.

He held Rong Huai's weak hand in front of him, his sleeves drooped down, half revealing his scarred wrist.

Probably because there was too much blood flow, there was only a layer of skin left on the soft hand, and the bones pierced the palm like thorns.It was cold, Chong Jin was afraid that Rong Huai would be cold, he wanted to hold it tighter, but he didn't dare, he was afraid that Rong Huai would hurt.

So he took Rong Huai closer to the fire, trying to let the fire light warm Rong Huai's body.In the light of the fire, Yin Hong flowed out from between the fingers holding Rong Huai, like a ghost drinking blood, it imprisoned Chong Jin's neck bit by bit, making him unable to breathe.

panic.

helpless.

Overwhelmed.

……

Ever since he was able to change form and became conscious, he had never been so desperate even when he was besieged by a group of Mahayana and demon cultivators at the peak of crossing the catastrophe, and had to blew himself up in order to get a chance to escape from death.

The people of Lingyumen don't know where they are, and Rong Huai's situation can only last for a day or two at most.If there is no suitable ninth-grade elixir, these unstoppable scars alone can make Rong Huai die of blood.

You can't sit still like this.

If there is no ninth-grade elixir, then he will go find it and grab it!

Chongjin clenched her teeth, and countless wisterias entangled Ronghuai again, interweaving into a bed.In the past, the wisteria that could kill a person in a flash obediently restrained its barbs and let its body soften, like a soft silkworm quilt, for fear that if it was not done well, it would touch the terrible wounds all over Rong Huai's body.

He placed Rong Huai on a bed made of wisteria, and carefully fixed him.The robe covered Rong Huai's body, wrapping the man well, and finally the aura circled around, protecting Rong Huai in it.

After taking care of these, make sure that he won't be jolted by his movements, causing Rong Huai's injuries to worsen and speed up the bleeding.Chongjin pulled the aura mask with the aura silk thread, and hurried out.

Where the aura gathers more, the more monks there are, the more powerful they are, and the alchemy will naturally increase, so maybe we can quickly find a suitable elixir.

Although he doesn't know where he is now, it's definitely right to go to a place with a lot of aura.

Under the bright moonlight, the purple robe pulled the aura cover and disappeared into the night sky as a ray of light.

The night sky before dawn was extremely dark and profound, and everything seemed to be still in a deep sleep.In a forest, several sect disciples dressed in the same attire were taking turns watching the night.

The embers of the fire in front of him still had a little spark left, and the wind swept by with rotting dead leaves, and a few wisps of dust fell on the face of the person who was sitting by the fire with his sword in his arms to watch the night.

He stretched himself, and beside him was his fellow disciple who was meditating cross-legged.Looking up at the sky through the gaps in the dense leaves, it has turned pale.

It's going to be dawn.

Before he could look back, a figure suddenly appeared in the distant sky, approaching with overwhelming momentum.

"Someone!"

Before he could pick up the dharma sword in his hand, the torrential weather rushed straight down, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, forcing him to kneel down with a bang.The fellow disciples who were meditating and adjusting their breath were also awakened by this terrifying aura, but just like this person, they were forced to bow their heads before they could activate their aura.

The embers that were still barely burning were completely annihilated by the coercion of the spiritual energy, and an invisible hand grabbed the neck, forcing the person kneeling on the ground to raise his head.

The person in front of him is bright and open, so don't stare at him closely.However, it is such a noble person, with bloodshot eyes in his purple eyes, and the uncontrollable spiritual pressure fluctuating around him, with a hint of madness.But behind him, the aura mask that was protecting something, was firmly placed behind him, and he didn't dare to make a single movement.

"Tell me, where is the ninth grade elixir?"

"Slightly." The suffocated neck is like a dead branch, which can be easily broken with just a slight bend.

"Say it!"

The aura in his hand intensified again, and the man said with difficulty: "Dan, Danzong, Danzong may have it."

"Where is Danzong?"

A trembling finger was raised, pointing to the southwest: "Go straight there."

boom!

The hand that was holding his neck was flung away, and the sudden loss of force made his body limp on the ground.

"Are you okay?" The fellow disciple hurried over to help him up, with fear in his voice: "Who the hell is that person? Such coercion, at least must be transformed."

"It's not a monk." The man looked at the place where the purple robe disappeared with fear, his purple eyes are still shocking: "It should be in the form of a monster."

It's impossible for Lingzhi's sense of oppression to be so terrifying, I'm afraid it's still a monster with a lot of blood.

"Monster? Then why is he asking the ninth-grade pill? How can the ninth-grade pill be so easy to find? It is the alchemy sect, and I am afraid that the master of the alchemy sect can barely refine one or two."

It's not just a question of whether or not.

More importantly, the man looked up at the place where the purple figure disappeared. He felt right just now, there should be another person inside the aura shield.

If you are seriously injured and want to rely on the ninth-grade elixir for help, this is the edge of the Central Territory. Pill Sect is one of the top ten sects, and it is the innermost position in the Central Territory.

From here to the center of the Central Territory, it would take at least a dozen days for the Mahayana power to travel without a break.

southwest.

southwest.

The aura in the body circulated at an unprecedented speed. After the Danhai was exhausted, Chongjin didn't stop to relax, but frantically absorbed the surrounding aura.

But even so, the speed at which he was on his way was still not as fast as the speed at which his breathing faded.

From sunrise to noon, from noon to dusk.Quite a number of monks who were doing missions only came to feel a strong spiritual pressure jump over them, and when they raised their heads, they could barely catch a very faint afterimage.

The tendons and veins were tingling because they couldn't bear the excessive use of spiritual energy, and the continuously consumed pill sea was dry and cracked after desperately draining the spiritual energy.

Chong Jin's face was terribly pale, but he didn't dare to stop.

The sky darkened again, and before a passing cultivator had time to react, he was knocked down by a gust of spiritual energy, and then pressed him with a somewhat hoarse voice.

"How far is it from here to Danzong?"

"Dan, Danzong?!" The man was shocked: "You are talking about Danzong, one of the top ten sects?"

"Quickly say it!" The person who pressed him was obviously desperate, and he didn't dare to waste any time.

The coercion above his head warned him unceremoniously that if he uttered another word of nonsense, he would die here. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and hurriedly said, "At least a million miles."

The terrifying Reiatsu suffocated, after two heavy and dead breaths.

The hoarse voice became even paler and weaker, but he still asked without giving up: "How far is it?"

Gudong.

The Adam's apple rolled hard, and he said: "At least a million miles, this is only the shortest distance to directly resist Danzong. On the way, we will pass through dozens of cities, and there are dense forests where monsters gather..."

As if he was afraid that this person would not believe him, he tried hard to recall the place where Danzong might pass by.

But before he could finish speaking, the huge boulder pressing on him finally couldn't hold on and collapsed.It wasn't until the spiritual pressure was completely dissipated that he didn't have the force to look forward.

In the vast and lonely sky, the flamboyant and gorgeous purple robes dragged the floor, and the thin background with the aura mask was even grayer than the dusk that was about to darken.

It was clear that he was just telling the truth, but for some reason, he felt guilty for crushing the last hope of others.

The setting sun sank completely, and there was only a little bit of blood-like setting sun pulling out a long thread like a spider's silk at the junction of the sky and the earth.Without the support of spiritual energy, the soft bed made of wisterias all fell apart, hanging down into thousands of thin vines.

In the center of the rattan, Chong Jin hugged Rong Huai, with his unconscious head neatly resting on his chest.

The wounds all over his body have stopped bleeding, because there is no more bleeding.The two dimples, who couldn't see the true face clearly, sank deeply, and the whole body was so light that only a skeleton remained.

He was held in Chong Jin's arms quietly like this, he was always a gentle person on weekdays, it seemed that even his bones were soft.Only the bones wrapped in skin remained untouched, completely soft.

Because of the non-stop rush all night, many strands of hair were stained with blood and stuck to the wound.

Chong Jin carefully cleaned Rong Huai's broken hair bit by bit. When his fingertips brushed his lips, he could no longer feel his breath.Now he can only condense all his consciousness to barely catch the dust-like aura that is easily scattered in the air.

He never knew that a person's breathing could be so weak.

I don't know that even if it is so weak, it can become weaker.

After tidying up her hair, Chongjin carefully wrapped her tightly, trying to warm up her cold iron body.

The only remaining bright line in the west is also slowly disappearing, and a few cold stars flashed.

colder and colder.

Even with all his cultivation, it is difficult to catch that breath.

Until the last ray of light disappeared, the cold wind swept the long hair hanging on the shoulders, and the whole person seemed to melt into the evening wind.

At the moment when the sky completely sank, something broke through the air, and a golden talisman fell at his feet, as if he had fulfilled his mission. As soon as the golden talisman landed in Rong Huai's hand, it burst into flames.

The faint sparks were insignificant under the night sky, but they illuminated those purple eyes that had completely sunk.

Like a piece of driftwood caught by a drowning man on the verge of death, Chong Jin hurriedly turned his head, only to see eleven figures leaping towards him in the distance, accompanied by the familiar noisy voices in his memory.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Brother, I miss you so much!"

"I tell you to use the trace talisman earlier, but you won't listen! If you had used it earlier, maybe we would have found Senior Brother and Chongjin!"

"Don't slander me! When I was using this one, it was clear that I had only used one in the last breath."

The author has something to say:

No typos and ill sentences have been corrected.

The author of the vegetable chicken compares it blindly, don’t think I’m long-winded QAQ

This article is not long, and it was reported to the editor at the beginning that it should be completed within 20 words.Because it does not count as an upgraded plot flow, and there is no absolute villain, so there are not many setbacks. Although I am not sure about the number of words at the end, it should be possible to end within 20.

Then these days I'm thinking about the next book, because I wrote a book about cute pets, so I don't want to write similar books in the next book.

Probably will write the kind of attack that is too flamboyant, but also very good-looking, and not worth fighting.

Hahahahaha, I sent the inspiration for the character design in vb back then, for you Kangkang.

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[cp]QAQ

Today's sudden inspiration, I feel super cute!

嘤嘤嘤 Prosperous beauty, narcissism, sissy attack × a disagreement, draw a sword, slash people, and be irritable

Chased and hacked by drawn sword

Gong: Hey, you can't cut it

Gong: Hey, you still can’t cut it

Gong: Hey, you just can’t cut it[/cp]

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Eh, but it's still uncertain, maybe the details of the settings will be changed.And I'm not sure when I finish writing this book, if you want to read this kind of tune, just read it first