take care of yourself

Zhuo Yuanshan didn't answer whether it was good or not, he carefully put the box away, glanced at his elder sister, and said again: "Sister, it's better to live in my cave, no matter how close the fairy palace is to the cave. It's not safe."

Zhuo Yuanlan's head is full of white hair, she is obviously old, but her face is still as delicate as a girl's, it's because of the poison in her hands.

She moved her eyes away from Zhuo Yuanshan, looked at Yingyao who was jumping high, raised her sword to stab the snow bear's nose, and still said in the same flat tone: "No need, I'll be dead when I die." Swallowing the poison, even collecting the corpse is avoided, what care is needed, just take care of yourself."

Zhuo Yuanshan wanted to talk again, but she had already drifted away.

Ying Yao took a fancy to a piece of fur on the back of the leader's neck, and was thinking of using it to sew a shoe for his master. He deftly avoided the paw that was slapped by some snow bear in the scuffle. Cut off a bear paw, leaned over to get out of the gap amidst its wailing, and jumped onto the leader's back from an unlikely angle.

There was no blood on him at all, and there was almost no one standing on the snow bear's back. The leader of the snow bear didn't even notice his whereabouts in the first place.

But the Jiusu sword in Jianxiu's hand was astonishingly bright, it raised a sword light that could almost burn people's eyes, Zhuo Yuanshan hadn't had time to see where it was going, when he heard the snow bear chief There was a huge roar of pain, and then it screamed mournfully.

But Ying Yao was unmoved, he slightly twirled the Jiusu sword in his hand, and opened the bloody mouth on the side of Snow Bear's neck wider.

The blood gushing out this time inevitably wet his arms, and the snow bear's wail began to drag out. It began to drive out its own group, and ordered the strongest male bear in the remaining bear group to lead the group away.

Ying Yao killed seven bears, enough for Shimen to get tired of eating bear meat within this month, and he could make a fur suit by himself, and he didn't intend to kill them all, so he let the rest of the bears run away.

After a while, the leader of the snow bears stopped struggling, and lay exhausted on his side on the snow, staring sideways at the distant bear group, and after a while, a string of huge teardrops rolled down from his eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Jiu Sujian yelled in horror, "I won't say your blood is bad to drink anymore! Ugh..."

But only Ying Yao could hear the sound of it vomiting, Xue Xiong and Zhuo Yuanshan could only hear its loud sword cry, its eyes closed feebly, and Zhuo Yuanshan subconsciously touched the mustard ring The silver box containing love Gu, made up his mind.

He watched as Ying Yao pulled the sword out from the snow bear's neck. The blood groove on the sword made it easy for him to move. Then he wiped the sword with the snow bear's fur, and then used two body cleansing tactics on it, finally He stopped the sword spirit's vomiting and stuffed it back into the scabbard.

Zhuo Yuanshan landed slowly with the food cultivator, he got up and walked towards Ying Yao, while the two food cultivators happily ran towards the dead white bear, and began to skillfully peel the skin and divide the flesh.

Ying Yao took off the hood and shook the blood on it, the hood was probably painted with some kind of paint, the blood was shaken to the ground as if it had slipped from a mirror, then he put away the hood and looked up at Zhuo Yuanshan , he sighed involuntarily.

"Uncle Zhuo Shi, can you enlighten me?" Jianxiu asked, "I feel a little itchy..."

Zhuo Yuanshan laughed: "Of course, Ayao," he said, "But let's bet on the lottery? If you win, I will let you go back to the teacher's gate every ten days. If I win, you will eat it."

As he spoke, he picked up the box Zhuo Yuanlan gave him, opened the lid and showed Ying Yao a look at the love gu inside.

Ying Yao asked in a daze, "What is this?"

Zhuo Yuanshan leaned closer to him and said, "It's love Gu, a kind... a little thing that will make you fall in love with me."

Probably the sword spirit who had returned to the Sea of ​​Consciousness finished scolding him. Ying Yao looked calm. He stared at Zhuo Yuanshan for a while and asked, "If I refuse, will you force me?" Shall I eat it?"

"Who knows?" Zhuo Yuanshan shrugged his shoulders, "I originally planned to trick you into eating it and make you fall in love with me without knowing it. You don't know what I did, so you don't feel rebellious. I I can get what I want again. But I thought about it, it seems that this is not fair to you. And I guess even if you cheat you into eating love gu, you can still detect something is wrong, then I will lose more than I gain."

Ying Yao listened for a while, and felt that he had said everything, so he had no choice but to shut up and listen to Jiu Su Jian scolding his mother in the sea of ​​consciousness silently.

"This bastard who is full of love and love," Jiu Sujian said poorly, "Isn't it good to have time to think about love Gu?"

The sword repairer couldn't help scolding his mother, he pulled out the Jiusu sword again and pointed it at Zhuo Yuanshan, gave him a sword-holding ceremony, and said noncommittally: "Please."

Zhuo Yuanshan laughed: "Ayao has such a big temper."

He suppressed his strength to the Nascent Soul stage, and a sharp blade-like aura gathered at his fingertips, and he bowed to Yingyao.

Ying Yao's enlightenment sword intent was comprehended shortly before entering the Nascent Soul, and he was not as proficient as Zhuo Yuanshan's fingertip blade. A moment later, his right shoulder was pierced by Zhuo Yuanshan's open palm between the sharp blades, He couldn't help but snorted, handed the sword to his left hand and flicked it upwards, cutting off the sharp blade that grew on Zhuo Yuanshan's little finger.

Zhuo Yuanshan took a few steps back to avoid his attack range, pointed to Ying Yao's shoulder that was already bleeding, and asked him, "Ah Yao still not admit defeat?"

Ying Yao wondered, "Are you asking a swordsman if he wants to admit defeat?"

His left hand sword is as good as his right hand, Zhuo Yuanshan got used to the new angle of the sword attack, raised his hand to block the Jiusu sword, and hit Ying Yao's chest with his left palm, knocking him flying , hit a pine tree covered with snow, and the snow on the tree hit him head and face.

Ying Yao took a breath carefully, pressed his cracked ribs, and thought in severe pain: Even if he suppressed his strength to Yuanying, the difference in eyesight and reaction speed between me and Huashenqi is still a gap. Only in the late stage of Nascent Soul can we fight him...

Ying Yao thrust the Salvation Sword into the ground, and used his strength to roll away to avoid Zhuo Yuanshan's approaching Fa Jue, and was hit by another restraining spell that he had prepared for a long time. He struggled twice and found that he was free. Not open, so gave up struggling.

Zhuo Yuanshan wrapped the big Gu worm into a pill-sized ball with spiritual power, squeezed Jianxiu's jaw and fed it to him.

He kissed Jianxiu for a while, and Ying Yao swallowed the ball into his stomach, he was a little out of breath, his cracked ribs throbbed with pain, but the Gu worm that fell into his stomach didn't make any movement.

Zhuo Yuanshan cut his fingertips and let him suck the blood from his fingertips. While carefully observing his reaction, Jianxiu's eyes were blurred for a while, and then became a little softer.

"Uncle Zhuo Shi," he said softly, "my ribs hurt so much."

The Jiusu sword flew around the Gu worm that was drilling into the sea of ​​consciousness, trapped it in the sword formation, and coughed earth-shatteringly: "My Yao, you pretend to be a little bit!"

Ying Yao answered her own sword: "This is really too difficult."

Zhuo Yuanshan showed a half-smile expression: "I forgot to tell you, Yao," he said, "It won't take effect until I feed you blood for ten days."