Rescue Little White Flower

Familiar peaks, familiar palaces, and even the bright moon hanging high on the peaks are exactly the same as they had ever dreamed of.

Only this time, under the bright moon, there was one more person who was dancing a sword.

The person's appearance was not clear, the shadows were so good, Zhao Xingyue could only see a vague shadow.

She recognized the long sword in her hand, which she had obtained from the Lord of the Mad Demon, and then gave it to Shen Qingwei, and even the bloodthirsty sword that helped to recognize the master by dripping blood.

It's just that compared to the bloodthirsty sword full of rust when I first saw it, the long sword in the shadow's hand is obviously closer to the bloodthirsty sword of the recognized master. The whole body is white and glows like a jade. A sword that can kill.

This was not originally a sword for killing people-Zhao Xingyue said to herself.

She didn't actually know this sword, but when her hand touched the bloodthirsty sword, countless familiar images flashed before her eyes.

The majestic and complicated information flooded into her mind like the sea, and Zhao Xingyue had only time to make the decision to take the bloodthirsty sword away.

But now, she knew the name of the sword.

Month by month.

Chasing the stars month by month month by month.

She knew that this sword was not made for murder, but for splitting the darkness and chasing the moonlight.

This sword...

It used to be hers.

Although she has no impression of it.

She did not remember the palace, nor the long sword, or even the sword moves under the moonlight.

But before she could react, her body was already dancing with the figure in the distance. If someone was watching, she would find that as Zhao Xingyue danced, her figure was slightly overlapping with the figure in the sky. Together.

Countless pictures flashed through her mind again.

"My Lord God."

Who is calling her?

"Ayue."

Um?

Zhao Xingyue tried to capture the memory fragments that flashed through his mind like a shooting star, but in the end he opened his eyes only with a gentle sound.

Shen Qingwei noticed Zhao Xingyue's awakening at the first moment. Regardless of her being in danger, she hurriedly asked: "Senior, are you awake? How are you?"

The blood-red strange animal, almost fused with the environment, rushed towards Shen Qingwei when she was distracted.

It's just that its sharp fangs have not pierced Shen Qingwei's slender neck, and a long snake tail directly drew it nearly a hundred feet away.

In the fire-red forest, a blue giant snake suddenly appeared, very conspicuous.

Zhao Xingyue only appeared for a moment, then transformed into a human form, pinched Shen Qingwei's chin, and slapped her.

"Don't want to live anymore when you are distracted when facing the enemy?"

She slapped her so hard that Shen Qingwei turned her head and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

But there was no impatience flashing on her face. The tongue licked the blood, and the rust smell stimulated the sharp nerves. She looked at Zhao Xingyue with a smile that couldn't be more brilliant.

"Senior, you finally woke up."

Zhao Xingyue nodded reservedly, "Well, how long has it been."

"Twenty-seven days and four hours."

"so long?"

The time Shen Qingwei reported made Zhao Xingyue slightly stunned. She was not sensitive to the passage of time in her dreams. For that matter, she thought it was only seven or eight days in the past.

Unexpectedly, there were a full twenty-seven days.

Zhao Xingyue raised her eyes, brought the surrounding scenes into his eyes, and asked, "This is the trial ground of Madden City?"

This trial field was a little unfriendly to the eyes. Looking around, there was a piece of red, red leaves, red trunks, and even the water was red where Zhao Xingyue's eyes could reach.

The red exotic animals and birds are hidden in this forest, and the same color as the forest becomes their best cover. A monk in the forest may step on the site of the exotic animal if he inadvertently.

But this is indeed a good place to improve cultivation.

The devilish energy in the air was so strong that it almost squeezed the aura into the ground.

The demon cultivator does not have much demand for the aura that can be absorbed. Before becoming an immortal, both the aura and the devil will be converted into a demon power.

But aura and devil qi cannot be said to be exactly the same to demon cultivators.

At least when Zhao Xingyue turned into a prototype, the murderous intent in her bones was telling her that the demon nature in her body had been fully aroused.

Suppressing the wanton urge to transform into a prototype in this forest, Zhao Xingyue refocused her attention on Shen Qingwei, and her eyes lit up when she saw it.

"In the mid-Yuan Ying period, it's not bad."

This is not bad. Zhao Xingyue said it sincerely, without any moisture.

If people outside know about Shen Qingwei's current age and strength, the younger ones will probably lose their goals in life, and the older ones will give birth to demons.

A real person who is under the age of 40 in the Yuan Ying period has risen from the early stage to the middle stage in less than a year.

Annoying?

I'm so angry.

Not everyone is going to be **** off.

Shen Qingwei, who has been praised, has a smiling face that is getting brighter, even if there is a bright red palm print floating on it.

She dug out her sleeves and took out a small Qiankun bag, "Senior, these are some things I collected, which may be useful to you."

what?

Zhao Xingyue took the Qiankun Bag. The Qiankun Bag was not recognized as its master. She opened it with a light touch, and was shocked by the contents.

Inner alchemy.

The Qiankun bag is full of piles like a small hill, full of fist-sized inner alchemy.

According to the above fluctuations, most of the golden core period, a small part of the Nascent Soul period, are red and bright, murderous and hostile are rolling together, indicating how cruel alien beasts these inner alchemies once came from.

She closed the bag, "I'm interested."

She looked at Shen Qingwei, who was full of praise, and her mood became very complicated for a while.

What is the little girl's mind? She has lived for thousands of years, what can't she understand?

She just didn't want to respond, and she didn't want to respond.

After all, she will go back to the underworld, and maybe when they meet again, the two of them who drank the Mengpo soup have not seen each other.

But at this time, she had to weigh Shen Qingwei's thoughts.

The Qiankun bag doesn't have much weight, and the contents inside are really heavy.

Rao was Zhao Xingyue herself, and he didn't dare to say that he could **** the inner alchemy from them when killing the alien beasts.

Alien beasts, demon cultivators, these wise non-human beings are very fond of their own inner alchemy, unless they hand it over willingly, they would rather blow themselves up than let others take advantage.

Which is more difficult to take away the inner alchemy or kill a strange beast?

There is no doubt that it is the former.

Both force and planning are indispensable.

Exhausted a hundred times the effort, just for an inner alchemy-an inner alchemy that was useless for Shen Qingwei.

"You did very well."

Shen Qingwei raised her head, "Is there a reward?"

Zhao Xingyue knew what she was asking, and when she was training Shen Qingwei, she took advantage of the little girl's mind and she never softened.

But this time, her heart trembled, and after raising her hand to gently stroke the girl's intact cheek, her gaze slowly lifted from her lips and fell into her eyes.

Shen Qingwei's heart was beating violently as never before, and she suddenly had a premonition that, in the past month, the hard work of hunting foreign animals and searching for inner alchemy will soon be rewarded.

Her hunch soon became true.

In the fiery red sky, black eyes occupied all her sight, and the cold lips slowly pressed against her lips.

Before she could react, she was heavily pressed behind her, and the whole person was almost rubbed into the arms of the green snake.

It's not so much a kiss as it is a bite.

This is a **** kiss.

The long sword in Shen Qingwei's hand suddenly couldn't stop the earthquake and trembled, she let go, and the bloodthirsty sword flew up by itself, leaning against Zhao Xingyue.

Countless pictures flocked to the two minds at the same time.

"Qingwei, Shen Qingwei." Zhao Xingyue murmured the name twice, but the familiar feeling that seemed to have chewed thousands of times came to her heart, she closed her eyes and said, "Shen Qingwei."

It was a sigh, no one knew what she was sighing, maybe except herself.

Or she didn't know it herself.

When Shen Qingwei opened her eyes, her eyes were still deeply confused.

She held Zhao Xingyue's sleeve weakly with her hand, biting her teeth, "God."

"Ayue."

Zhao Xingyue moved forward again and kissed her lips.

When the two separated again, Shen Qingwei's vision had returned to clarity, and the images that flooded into her mind, as the blank mind was cleared, her face was redder than the Hopeless Forest, and when they were separated, she didn't know where to look.

Zhao Xingyue also did not speak for a while.

The breath she released when she transformed into a prototype shocked her surroundings, so there was no alien animal approaching for a long time.

But at this time, rustling voices were faintly heard around.

"When to go out, how to go out..." In the end, Zhao Xingyue spoke first. Her expression had returned to her former calm, and Shen Qingwei quickly adjusted, as if the intense kiss between the two never existed.

The two resumed their previous mode of getting along in the hundred thousand mountains, three days in the blink of an eye.

...

When going out, Zhao Xingyue turned into a prototype and hid on Shen Qingwei.

The Lord of Mad Demons greeted her with a smile on his face, and felt the more solid and heavy aura on her body, and the smile on his face became even more sincere.

The two briefly said two polite remarks, and the Madden City Lord said that the flying boat from the main city to pick up the contestants and the city owner has arrived. Let Shen Qingwei clean up a bit, and meet him in the lobby an hour later.

When he left, he seemed to think of something, and said casually: "Mr. Zhao, Senior Zhao hasn't come back this time, but I want me to leave a letter and tell her."

Shen Qingwei touched the green snake coiled in her arms. After Zhao Xingyue came back, the anxiety in her heart disappeared.

At the Lord of the Mad Demon, she rarely smiled, "No, I have my own contact information with Senior."

She didn't say much about the rest, and she quickly returned to her courtyard.

As soon as she entered the door and laid the barrier, she happily took the green snake out and said to it: "Senior, we can participate in the battle of the magic city soon."

Green Snake rolled up lazily, "Yeah."

Shen Qingwei, who had not received much enthusiastic response, was also not angry, and packed up her luggage on her own.

In fact, there is nothing to take. The monk’s belongings are usually carried with her. When she goes back to the yard, she mainly wants to take away all the clothes prepared for her by the Mad Demon City Lord. No matter how good the vestments are, it is a fragile thing after all. For half a year, if there is not enough replacement clothes, she can hardly imagine herself running naked.

Behind her, the green snake she put on the table, watching her back, the little snake's head moved slowly.

Sometimes, knowing a little bit is more painful than knowing nothing.

Ignorance is a kind of happiness.

Just like now, Zhao Xingyue knew that Shen Qingwei and herself must have some inseparable connection.

But she couldn't tell what this connection was, and she didn't know what she was going to do.

The only thing she had were a few pieces of memories that were broken like stars picked up from the sea.