Mrs. Fox is too serious!

"Senior Sister Lan, be careful, this tree demon is very powerful."

Jiang Xundao stood aside, touched the blood on his face, and looked at Lan Yiyou with a worried expression.

Lan Yiyou nodded, turned to look at her, hesitated to speak.

Jiang Xundao, who was covered in filth, had a tear in his Taoist robe on his shoulder, and a bone-piercing wound came into view. Although he was no longer bleeding, the bloody look really shocked Lan Yiyou.

She was in such a state of distress, but the Chang Ling beside her was lying peacefully beside her, protected by Zhen Yaoling.

Lan Yiyou bit her lip lightly, but finally couldn't bear it, so she approached Jiang Xundao and stretched out her hand to gently grab her shoulder.

Lan Yiyou, who suddenly approached, made Jiang Xundao startled. She looked at Lan Yiyou's beautiful face that was not like ordinary people, and then thought about how embarrassed she was suddenly a little shy. She blushed slightly and lowered her head. , and asked softly, grabbing the hem of his clothes.

"Senior Sister Lan...you...what are you going to do?"

Looking at her wound, Lan Yiyou frowned slightly.

"Close your eyes and turn your head away, don't move."

"Oh."

Although Jiang Xundao didn't know what she wanted to do, he still turned his head obediently.

Lan Yiyou saw that she had turned her head, so she pursed her lips and tapped her fingertips, a bright red drop of strange blood suddenly appeared on her white fingertips, and when she exerted a little force, the blood dripped down On Jiang Xundao's wound.

Jiang Xundao only felt a sudden pain in her left shoulder, which she didn't feel before. The numb pain was not strong, but it also made her frown and bite her lips tightly with a hiss.

Lan Yiyou glanced at her, and comforted her softly.

"It will be fine soon, don't be afraid."

Jiang Xundao nodded, closing his eyes and holding his breath.

After dripping three drops of blood on Jiang Xundao's wound, Lan Yiyou breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you can open your eyes."

Jiang Xundao opened his eyes, turned his head to look at his bloody wound, and was shocked when he saw it.

"Huh? This is..."

I saw that her wound was healing almost at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Jiang Xundao watched in amazement that the wound had healed more than half in just a few breaths.

"Senior Sister Lan, what kind of spell is this? Why is it so powerful?"

When she was young, she was fed by her grandmother with a pile of fairy grass. Lan Yiyou's blood essence had the effect of making dead wood germinate and speed up the healing of wounds, but once the blood essence was used, the person became a little weak.

Lan Yiyou didn't explain, letting her misunderstand that she had used a spell, she just said a few words.

"You can't learn."

These words made Jiang Xundao so direct that he didn't know how to reply.

The wound was healed, Jiang Xundao moved his arm, although it looked like healed, it still hurt a little when he moved it, but that was enough.

Jiang Xundao quickly thanked him.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Lan."

Lan Yiyou nodded, she had hurt Jiang Xundao just now, and now she just made up for it.

"Ah."

"Senior Sister Lan..."

Jiang Xundao was about to say something.

Suddenly, there was a roar in his ear.

"It's just a small injury, it's crooked, and it won't die. Do you want to live in the belly of this tree demon?"

This time Jiang Xundao was awake and heard the roar of her sword, and her expression changed and she pointed at the sword in Lan Yiyou's hand.

"Senior Sister Lan, it...it is talking again, did you hear it?"

Jiang Xundao didn't seem to know that there lived a god, demon and primordial spirit in her sword, and Lan Yiyou subconsciously helped that senior conceal his identity.

"Your sword has a sword spirit, and she is talking to you."

Jiang Xundao suddenly realized that it was so, no wonder she always felt that her sword always loved her to fly around, and it turned out that she had a sword spirit.

According to the master, the sword spirit is just a spiritual consciousness at the beginning, and then as the master's spiritual power becomes stronger and stronger, the spiritual consciousness will gradually grow up and have its own thinking and temperament.

Come to think of it, the sword spirit of her sword is still a master with a temper.

Jiang Xundao was a little embarrassed and said to Lan Yiyou.

"She... has such a temper."

The sword trembled in Lan Yiyou's hand, almost roaring.

"Who do you say has a bad temper, you bastard."

It was nothing more than a sword spirit, and he really regarded himself as the master, Jiang Xundao lost face in front of Lan Yiyou, and hurriedly replied with a stiff neck.

"What about you, how old are you, and you always yell at people, do you know that I am your master?"

"Master??? You're an idiot, but you want to be my master when you're only a teenager. Pooh, your hair hasn't even grown yet."

Jiang Xundao didn't expect that one day she would be speechless by his own sword energy, she frowned and roared back without fear.

"you shut up!"

"You tell me to shut up, you are so bold, believe it or not, I ate you!"

"Cannibalism? Do you think you're a demon? You're just a sword. You have no mouth or teeth. If you stab people, it's almost as good as cannibalism."

"You apologize to me, right now!!!"

"I do not."

"You bastard, I should have bitten you to death when your master brought you back!"

"You have no teeth!"

"Do you know who I am? How dare you talk to me like that!"

"You are my sword, and I am your master. You are not allowed to quarrel with me anymore, or I will lose you."

"You son of a bitch, say one more thing that you are my master."

...........

Lan Yiyou frowned and looked at this person with a headache and started to quarrel with the sword. The sword in her hand kept stretching forward, and she couldn't even pull it.

The tip of the sword was almost pointing at Jiang Xundao's forehead.

Jiang Xundao's quarrel became more and more violent, she didn't believe it, she couldn't deal with her sword, she closed her eyes and blushed provocatively.

"Come out if you have the ability, come out, you can only hide in the sword and yell at me!"

Jian suddenly fell silent for a while.

"You said, you wait."

Jiang Xundao felt a sudden gust of wind blowing in front of her, and when she opened her eyes again, there was another self standing in front of her.

Wearing a purple robe, with a golden dragon mark between her eyebrows, with her hands on her hips, her eyes were as big as lanterns, and she was glaring at her.

His face was almost touching hers.

Jiang Xundao was stunned. If it wasn't for the fact that the person in front of him wore different clothes and had a mark between his brows, she would almost have thought she was looking in a mirror.

Her throat was dry, and she poked the face of the person in front of her with her hand. The smooth and elastic touch was too real, and she was clearly a living person.

"you...."

The woman squinted her eyes, turned her head in disgust, and said displeased.

"Move your claws away, or I'll chop it off."

Standing behind them, Lan Yiyou sighed softly and called softly.

"senior."

Jiang Xundao was stunned for a long time before she realized it. She tilted her head back with a confused look on her face.

"It is said that sword spirits have no gender appearance. You look like me in a human form. Could it be that I am beautiful?"

The woman snorted.

"Bah, look at your beauty, just your ugly face... no, this is my face."

Lan Yiyou called out again.

"senior."

Bai Taki stared at Jiang Xundao with his hips crossed, wishing he could tear his face off this idiot.

"I've been unlucky for eight lifetimes. Why did I vote for a fool like you, who doesn't look like me at all."

Jiang Xundao didn't reply this time, but looked over her shoulder and pointed behind her.

"what is that?"

Shirataki turned his head displeased.

"what?"

Lan Yiyou sighed, the two had been arguing for so long, but they didn't notice anything unusual behind them.

I saw densely packed tree roots protruding from behind them, surrounded by a huge black hook in the middle, which was slowly moving over. Wherever it passed, strands of remnant souls fled in fright, but Another unknown force was involved in the huge hook.

But after a while, it twisted and dissipated without a scream.

Lan Yiyou turned to look at them with a serious expression.

"This is a soul hook."

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