After the cold cannon fodder became terminally ill, the whole family was panicked

S City Martial Arts Association.

The rain has been falling for too long.

Everyone in Kunlun is still waiting anxiously.

Li Zhaixing even wanted to rush into the swamp:

"What's going on? Junior Master has been missing for almost a week. Who is in that fog? Wouldn't he be sucked dry after a week?"

"Where are the other Grandmasters? Are the six Grandmasters from City S just standing by and watching?"

"The state and municipality give so much subsidies every year! You——"

The senior brother next to him covered his mouth with his hand.

Sitting in the conference room were all masters of the martial arts world.

The surface is working together.

In fact, they all have their own ulterior motives.

Something was really going to happen to Gu Yu.

There are only a few grand masters in the entire Xia Kingdom.

The forces need to be reshuffled.

Someone nearby cleared his throat.

Everyone knows that Gu Yu practices the most masculine and masculine martial arts. If he still has the true qi to protect his body, the strange creatures can't easily do anything to him. But if the true qi is exhausted, then the one who comes out of the western suburbs will not be Gu Yu, but a useless person.

Seven days.

Let alone the grandmaster, even a martial arts elixir might not be able to last for seven days, right?

The man cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Don't worry, the fog may dissipate in the next two days."

Li Zhaixing finally understood something.

He was horrified and looked at me with a frown: "You——"

There was a loud noise of tables being overturned in the conference room.

But such noise can no longer disturb the current situation.

at the same time.

Several grand masters in S City who "happened" to be in seclusion came out one after another.

Some people have already begun to quietly sell off their holdings in several industries under Gu Yu's name.

And deep in the western suburbs.

Gu Yu suddenly noticed.

——Someone came over.

Seven days ago, after entering the swamp, he realized that this was a trap.

The strange mist and miasma continued to erode his true energy.

And deep in the swamp.

This is the play that is truly waiting for him.

Gu Yu’s senior brother stood there holding a sword.

Both of them are Kunlun Grandmasters.

In order to avoid internal friction, the elders of the sect have a blood oath with each other that they will not take each other's lives.

His senior brother did not take Gu Yu's life.

He just relied on his late Grandmaster cultivation to fight with Gu Yu to death, causing his true essence to dissipate.

Then he was thrown into the desolate western suburbs swamp, leaving him to be devoured by the strange monster.

"Junior brother, if you want to blame someone, you can only blame your high talent."

Gu Yu lay in the mud for an unknown amount of time.

Heavy rains washed him deep into the mud several times.

Only by using his sword to support his body did he manage to climb up the plank road in the wetland nature reserve on the fourth day, which was usually open to tourists for hiking.

Several times, the vines with the strange blue flowers wanted to drag him off the plank road.

Gu Yu could only swing the sword based on instinct.

There is no more true energy available in Gu Yu's meridians.

In the eight extraordinary meridians, there was only fog and miasma, the same as that in the entire swamp.

He knew that he couldn't hold on for much longer.

The last two days.

Gu Yu has completely become an ordinary person.

Kunlun Swordsman, the youngest grandmaster, all the halos that once surrounded him are gone.

Gu Yu's heartbeat and pulse were gradually getting weaker, but it was his once strong physique and his obsession with revenge that allowed him to try his best to escape death time and time again.

He had hallucinations when he was dying.

Someone gently reached out and waved a hand in front of his closed eyes.

He suddenly raised his eyelids -

A pair of cold eyes met the girl in front of him.

She was wearing a light-colored raincoat with a hood.

Only half of the pointed chin is exposed.

The moist mist blocked his vision.

Gu Yu remembers that the most famous animal in the Xisha Wetland is the red-crowned crane.

They live in moist mist all year round, arriving on the clouds and returning on the clouds with their tiny claws.

The girl in front of him knelt down in the rain. The light-colored raincoat was like a crane cloak, enveloping him in the light breath of ice and snow.

Then he saw Chu Yan's appearance.

Gu Yu was a little dazed.

This is what the Crane Girl looks like, detached from the world and untainted by the dust of the world.

Then he remembered.

He has seen her.

In the bustling Shanhai Bar, she passed by him.

Then there was the bustling street market, where she was trying on a cheongsam that fit her very well.

At that time, he was sitting in the teahouse opposite.

Junior nephew Li Zhaixing just leaned against the glass, looking at it in a daze.

Even if I am unhappy, I will still be attracted to it from time to time.

she was--

Gu Yu reacted suddenly.

She is also a warrior.

She is undoubtedly a warrior, as she can walk to the center of the swamp in the thick miasma.

But he clearly remembered that in the previous few encounters, there was no fluctuation of warrior's true energy from her.

Gu Yu just looked at her solemnly.

In the heavy rain, Chu Yan was unable to recognize the complex emotions.

The only thing she knew was.

...This guy is almost ruined.

He didn't respond when I spoke to him.

The divine light in his eyes is about to fade.

Chu Yan hesitated: [He shouldn't be Gu Yu, right? ]

The system also hesitated: [No way, isn't Gu Yu a grandmaster? He must be very old? And a grandmaster shouldn't go to a bar to accompany drinking! Pei Mingye sent you two location points, probably Gu Yu's other one. ]

Chu Yan: […He is not a male model.]

There was a stupid guy next to him, the one who asked her for her WeChat last time, and he was a post-natal martial artist.

And Pei Mingye said so.

This man is also a warrior, and his skills are not inferior to his.

I guess he looks pretty good.

The picture was stolen by Shanhai Bar.

The system has some regrets:

【Oh. 】

[But host, if you save him, he can drink with you. ]

Chu Yan: [……]

She came to find Gu Yu.

But as an NPC with normal values.

She won't just stand by and watch someone die.

Say.

From a statistical probability perspective, there is a 50% chance that this person is Gu Yu.

She reached out and felt the young man's pulse.

The young man couldn't move his whole body, but at the moment of skin contact, he still trembled slightly.

There was a slight blush on the wrist.

System due diligence analysis:

[Look, although I don’t know him, I know that he is also cold-skinned. ]

[Don’t be fooled by the dark complexion on his face, that’s probably from the sun.]

Chu Yan: [Don't occupy my brain memory with nonsense. ]

The Taixuan Sutra runs slowly.

The gentle true energy was transmitted into the young man's body, which surprised Chu Yan slightly.

There are too many strange fogs and miasma inside.

Fortunately, she had just devoured the mother plant of Eichhornia crassipes.

By the end of the transportation, even Chu Yan himself felt a little exhausted.

five minutes later.

Chu Yan finished treating the wounded.

She thought that she would have to keep some of the high-level body-hardening liquids that she had ordered for Wang Yao. She could take some red and blue pills from time to time to keep going.

The young man in front of me was half-conscious.

As his inner breath was combed, his eyelashes drooped again.

You won't get anything out of him if you ask him.

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows.

"If you don't remember me, that's fine. Just consider it as a good deed I did that day."

"If you still remember me - don't tell anyone about what happened today. Okay?"

She didn't wait long.

The young man was so badly injured that his jaw actually nodded slightly.

It was agreed.

Chu Yan didn't waste any more time.

Turn around and leave.

Go to the second positioning point.

Before leaving, I felt a gentle touch on my fingertips.

She looked back.

The young man tried hard to open his tired eyes.

Looking at her through the rain curtain.

It was as if I was trying to use all my effort to remember what she looked like.