After rebirth, I rely on beauty to abuse scum

The toxin gradually spread from the scratched wound, eroding into Sheng Zhao's spiritual veins, and the pain continuously bound his whole body.

Sheng Zhao whispered impatiently: "It hurts..."

Jiang Qianzhou coaxed him: "Wait a minute, I will find a place to stay."

Sheng Zhao lightly said "um", wrapped his arms around Jiang Qianzhou's neck, and rubbed against Jiang Qianzhou like a dependent: "I can't move my feet anymore."

While whispering in Jiang Qianzhou's ear, Sheng Zhao lowered his eyes to observe the distribution on the ground.

many flowers.

This is like a large garden, with various flower fields forming a dazzling scene.

And some places seemed to have been split by a sword blade. Several long marks were drawn in the center of the flower field, making it messy and revealing the blood-colored soil covered by the flowers and the white bones.

Starry.

Pretty and spooky.

Sheng Zhao closed his eyes, remembering what he asked Wu Yu.

Wu Yu was holding the jade slips, her black hair was half hanging, when she heard Sheng Zhao's question, she pondered for a while, and then said: "The inner circle is not dangerous for you, you can enter it if you want."

Sheng Zhao sat opposite Wu Yu, propped his chin, and asked curiously, "Why is there no danger to me?"

Wu Yu avoided it, remained silent, and continued to look down at Yujian.

Sheng Zhao tugged at his sleeves and drew his voice: "Master."

Wu Yu had no choice but to reveal a little bit: "The last time the Tibetan Forest Secret Realm was opened, I entered the inner circle and left something behind."

Sheng Zhao thought in his mind that the last session of the Tibetan Forest Secret Realm was four years ago. At that time, he was new to Taoism, so naturally he did not participate.

At that time...had Wu Yu already thought of today's scene for his apprentice?

Wu Yu said softly: "The rumors are correct. The secret place of Tibetan forest is the back garden of a certain celestial master in ancient times, and the inner circle is his resting place."

"There is a star tower in the center, which can observe the sky and calculate the movement of the stars, and the defense is naturally stronger than that of the periphery."

"And the three living realms in the star tower are the magic weapon to keep the entire secret realm running." Wu Yu said so far, as if thinking of something, paused, he closed his eyes, hiding the pain in his eyes, "It has remembered me breath, if you use my sword, it won't hurt you."

Sheng Zhao was thoughtful: "I see."

Wu Yu tapped Sheng Zhao's forehead with the jade slip: "Have you finished my words?"

Sheng Zhao covered his head and smiled: "Anyway, Master will tell me sooner or later."

Wu Yu sighed softly, and he warned: "There is more than one danger in the inner circle, don't let your guard down because of this."

"Promoting Nascent Soul is not easy, opportunities are always accompanied by dangers."

"You have to tell yourself that there is no retreat, so that you can survive the desperate situation."

Sheng Zhao was taught: "Thank you, Master, I will remember it in my heart."

Sheng Zhao came back to his senses, and looked at the star tower soaring into the sky in the distance, where the Three Living Realm was suspended in the high pavilion.

And the eaves of Xingdai have obviously been cut off a corner.

He really wanted to ask, did the Three Living Realm really remember Wu Yu's aura?Is it really not a grudge?

Jiang Qianzhou frowned: "Can't move? This toxin is really tricky."

Sheng Zhao tightened his arms: "Small injury, it will be fine when you get out of the secret realm."

Jiang Qianzhou: "Why are you so stubborn?"

Jiang Qianzhou searched for an open space on the edge of the flower field and landed on the ground. The moment he touched the ground, a quarter of an hour just passed.

The backlash from the secret realm surged in an instant, causing severe pain in his heart.

He snorted, a trace of blood spilled from his lips, and the smell of blood in his throat became more intense.

Jiang Qianzhou felt the throbbing pain in his heart, and his spiritual energy quickly drained from his body, but he didn't bend his waist, and he still stood upright, holding the person in his arms firmly with his arms.

He tightened his arms, cautiously, for fear of falling.

Sheng Zhao panicked and moved uneasily: "What's wrong with you? The backlash is so serious?"

The veins on Jiang Qianzhou's neck were almost bulging. He lowered his head slightly and pressed against Sheng Zhao's shoulder. He smelled the scent of the little fox from the thick bloody smell, and couldn't wait to take another deep breath: "Don't move, be safe!" a little while."

"The deity is fine, just wait a while."

Sheng Zhao had no choice but to freeze, and endured Jiang Qianzhou sniffing his own scent like a dog.

But in Jiang Qianzhou's eyes, he and Sheng Zhao were rubbing each other intimately, his eyes were cold, with imperceptible ferocity in the depths, and his lips parted slightly as if his head was on his head.

Like a poisonous snake, it wants to stretch out the snake letter to suck the prey it has brought to its mouth, and then play with it viciously.

The severe pain in the heart made Jiang Qianzhou's crazy thoughts deepen. What's more, the prey stretched out its thin arms to hug his neck, and could only cling to him.

The moment before he lost his mind, Sheng Zhao shouted anxiously into Jiang Qianzhou's ear, sobbing and about to cry: "You, are you really okay?"

"Don't have an accident, okay? I'm afraid... the wound, and the wound hurts too."

The young man spoke incoherently, and the body curled up in his arms was trembling, sobbing softly.

The little fox is in a desperate situation, knows what it means to be afraid, like a dodder, begging for his comfort.

Jiang Qianzhou's mind, which was infested by the toxin, was pulled back instantly. He raised his head, patted Sheng Zhao's back strangely and gently, and apologized in a low voice: "Sorry, I scared you."

The pain in his heart also slowly subsided, and he looked around, only to understand why the somewhat arrogant little fox in his arms was frightened and cried.

The surroundings are filled with wet and cold white mist, the unknown bonus is strangely red, the soil under the feet is also blood-colored, the bones are half buried, and the sticky blood-colored soil looks like flesh and blood sticking to the white bones.

Looking down, there are endless bones like this.

And here it was eerily dead.

Sheng Zhao was born for the first time and may have seen blood, but he had never faced such an extremely weird scene.

Now he was seriously injured again, and he was the only one he could rely on, and he seemed to have lost his mind again.

It's perfectly normal to cry.

Jiang Qianzhou was a little distressed, and coaxed people: "Why are you crying?"

With a strong nasal voice, the boy in his arms retorted vaguely: "Who is crying!"

Sheng Zhao lost control quickly and recovered quickly. He wiped all his tears on Jiang Qianzhou's white clothes and hummed softly, "I didn't cry."

Jiang Qianzhou seemed to love cleanliness, and he was not annoyed by Sheng Zhao's dirty clothes. He still wanted to tease people: "Okay, you didn't cry, do you dare to get off the deity now?"

There was still some fear in Sheng Zhao's heart, and for the sake of face, he struggled to the ground: "Then let go, who cares about your hug."

As soon as he landed, his injured foot went limp, and he fell on Jiang Qianzhou again.

Jiang Qianzhou let out a muffled laugh: "Sit on the ground, and I will take a look at your injuries."

Sheng Zhao looked at the cold white bones under his feet, hesitantly said, "I'll just take a detoxification pill."

Jiang Qianzhou had no choice but to take off his robe and put it on the ground: "Sit."

I'm afraid even Jiang Qianzhou himself never thought that one day he would take off his clothes and spread them on the floor for others, just to sit down comfortably for others.

Sheng Zhao clicked his tongue in his heart, feeling even more disgusted.

He'd rather sit on that skull anyway.

Sheng Zhao sat down with no abnormality on the surface, and took out the detoxification pill to Jiang Qianzhou.

Jiang Qianzhou: "Where is it hurt?"

Sheng Zhao was very careful, protecting his right hand that was about to hold the sword, pointing to his left arm and said: "The arm and the shoulder."

Pointing to the right calf again: "There is still there."

Jiang Qianzhou didn't feel disgusted at all. He half-kneeled on the ground, took off his boots for Sheng Zhao, held the man's ankle, and placed it on his knee.

Look carefully at the claw wound.

With lowered eyebrows and a cold face, he carefully wiped off the blood for Sheng Zhao, crushed the detoxification pill and applied it.

Sheng Zhao's instep arched abruptly, his toes curled up tightly, and he said softly, "It hurts."

Jiang Qianzhou's eyes darkened, seeing the exquisite jade feet tightly grasping the fabric on his knees, and said in a hoarse voice, "Be patient."

Sheng Zhao endured it for a while before he heaved a sigh of relief. He grabbed the red dress on his body, untied the belt, and pulled it down.

Halfway through, the red clothes hung loosely on his bent elbows.

A large piece of flesh color suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Qianzhou's eyes, and he scanned it inch by inch. The exquisite collarbone, round shoulders, and jade arms stained with blood.

The chest was half covered by the red dress.

Sheng Zhao kicked Jiang Qianzhou: "What are you looking at?"

Because his right foot was injured, he kicked it lightly, without pain or itching, but it aroused the numbness in Jiang Qianzhou's heart.

He looked straight at Sheng Zhao, and said in a cold voice, "Aren't you very bold before? You took off your clothes and took a bath behind the deity, and kissed you with the deity on the bed."

When Jiang Qianzhou said something, Sheng Zhao's face turned red, and the bright powder was dyed from the side of the face to the end of the eyes.

Jiang Qianzhou pursed his lips: "Why don't you dare to show this deity now?"

Sheng Zhao turned his face away: "It's different, me, I thought it was fun at the time, but it's different now."

Jiang Qianzhou asked back: "What's the difference?"

Jiang Qianzhou's eyes were right, and Sheng Zhao turned his face away, revealing his slender neck instead.

He tightened his grip on Sheng Zhao's bare hands, rolled his Adam's apple, and asked, "Speak."

Sheng Zhao avoided answering, wanted to back down, a little annoyed: "Don't talk about it, just forget it if you don't want to give me medicine."

Jiang Qianzhou pulled back, pulled the person in front of him, and sighed slightly: "I won't tease you, don't move, I will give you medicine."

Jiang Qianzhou crushed several detoxification pills, sprinkled the powder on them, tore off his clean clothes, and bandaged them up for Sheng Zhao. The three wounds were slowly wrapped around him.

In the end, he still put on boots for Sheng Zhao.

Sheng Zhao hurriedly put on the red dress, waited for Jiang Qianzhou to put it on, then quickly retracted his feet, moved his position, and distanced himself from Jiang Qianzhou.

Jiang Qianzhou patted the bloody mud on his knees when he was kneeling on the ground just now: "Turn your face and deny anyone?"

Sheng Zhao raised his eyebrows, and smiled slyly: "What's the matter? What's the big deal, let me thank Jian Zun?"

Jiang Qianzhou agreed, "Okay, how about thanking you?"

Sheng Zhao spread his hands: "I don't have anything now, and I will return it to Sword Master after I leave the secret realm?"

Jiang Qianzhou whispered: "Why is there nothing, don't you still have yourself?"

Sheng Zhao was startled, and smiled: "Is it so fun to tease me?"

Jiang Qianzhou looked serious: "I didn't tease you."

They sat on the bones in the open field, surrounded by flowers, and the fragrance of flowers blended with the smell of blood.

Jiang Qianzhou stared at Sheng Zhao: "I want you to be my Taoist companion."

"This deity doesn't care whether your actual relationship with Wu Wang is a master-student or a Taoist companion, as long as you agree to be the deity's wife."

Jiang Qianzhou grabbed Sheng Zhao's chin, squinted his eyes, but his tone was rare and gentle: "I summon the Taoist companions for the grand ceremony, and welcome the guests from the world. Under the witness of the heavens, I swear by the demons in my heart that I will never let you down."

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