There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi noticed his abnormality, the smile on her face disappeared, and she hurriedly urged Zhi Mingdao.

"Brother, let's go up quickly."

Zhiming touched his fingertips soothingly and chuckled softly, "Okay."

Fortunately, there were no accidents when swimming upstream from the bottom of the water.

Zhiming held him and landed on another lotus leaf.

The lotus leaf is so big that two people can sit on it without any crowding.

After Zhiming put him down, his face was pale and bloody, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Wen Yuxi hurriedly helped him sit down and sat down next to him.

"Brother, if you feel uncomfortable, just lean on me and rest for a while. I can also be on guard."

Wen Yuxi was very worried about his injuries.

It was fine before, why did it become like this after going into the water?

But when I asked him the reason, he was unwilling to tell me.

"Ah."

Zhiming replied in a low voice.

His eyes flickered slightly, and for some reason, his brows relaxed. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Wen Yuxi was a little depressed and said while holding Zhiming's shoulder.

"Brother, I've implicated you again."

Zhiming was slightly startled when he heard this, then he stood up and turned Wen Yuxi's shoulders.

Her clear eyes stared into his and she said slowly, "You are my junior apprentice brother. It is my duty to protect you. How can I let you down?"

A complex look flashed across Wen Yuxi's eyes, and she stared at him quietly for a long time.

Then he suddenly said, "We just met by chance, why did you help me to this point?"

The hand holding Wen Yuxi's shoulder suddenly tightened.

Wen Yuxi felt a chill in her heart. Sure enough, he approached her for a purpose.

A trace of sadness and confusion flashed across his eyes.

If this is true, what should he do?

A hint of gloom flashed in Zhiming's eyes.

How should I start talking about my past life?

He has forgotten everything in this life.

But when he saw the disappointment on his junior brother's face, his heart felt so sore.

For a moment, he wanted to ignore everything and tell everything.

But when he saw his junior brother's carefree look, he knew he couldn't say it.

I hate myself for being too radical when dealing with him.

There was an unpredictable look in Zhiming's eyes, and the strength of his hands increased, as if he wanted to hold him tightly and never let go.

Wen Yuxi endured the pain, stretched out a hand, grasped Zhiming's wrist, and pulled his hand in front of him.

Suddenly, he smiled with relief: "Since you have something to hide, there's no need to force it. Some things can't be judged by appearances alone."

Wen Yuxi slowly leaned forward, stared at him, smiled, and spoke in a clear voice.

“Feel it with your heart.”

He curved his delicate eyebrows, held Zhiming's hand, and placed it on his chest.

The "boom, boom, boom" sound of the heartbeat reached Zhiming's palm through the thin clothes.

It beat to his heart again, resonating with his heartbeat.

The empty and sour mood just now seemed to be just an illusion.

At this moment, my heart felt like it was filled with the desserts sent by my junior brother, and it was sweet to the core.

Zhiming held his hand with his backhand, and his slender fingers stroked the back of his hand.

Until Wen Yuxi pouted and said in a feigned embarrassment: "Brother, you've rubbed my hands so hard that they're almost peeling."

He lowered his eyes and smiled, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, and stopped: "Okay."

Wen Yuxi quickly withdrew his hand, smiled cunningly, and then opened his arms towards him.

"Come, let me comfort your wounded heart."

Zhiming raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Junior brother is right."

After saying that, she leaned forward and slowly placed her chin on his shoulder.

The slightly cool air sprayed on the neck, making Wen Yuxi feel like a kitten scratching her heart.

My body couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Wen Yuxi thought, it must be because the spring water is too hot!

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from my ears.

"Junior brother, your ears are red."

The voice was soft, and seemed to carry a hint of ridicule.

Ahhh, his senior brother can't be such a person!

Wen Yuxi forced himself to keep his face straight and said seriously.

"Brother, you must have seen it wrong."

"is it?"

Zhiming's voice was low, his throat was a little hoarse due to injury, and his tone rose, like a small brush swinging back and forth in the heart, tickling people's hearts.

Wen Yuxi's heart skipped a beat. He forced himself to save face and said with a fake smile, "Yes, Junior Brother, I never lie."

After he finished speaking, he curled his lips and muttered, "Unlike some people, humph!"

The voice was low and contained some hidden agenda.

Zhiming rubbed his shoulder and slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing him seem to be asleep, Wen Yuxi sighed in his heart.

Oh, he didn’t even tell me that he was injured. It really makes me angry!

Since he didn't say anything, Wen Yuxi had to ask another person for help.

In the sea of ​​knowledge.

"Weapon Spirit, what happened to my senior brother? Why is he suddenly spitting blood?"

The spirit of the weapon sneered and said, "Of course it's because of you, a burden?"

Wen Yuxi was stunned when he heard this and asked humbly, "What do you mean?"

"Looking at your senior brother, he should be using ice-based magic, so his spiritual roots should be mutated ice spiritual roots. And under this spring, there is a huge fire spiritual stone spiritual vein. The collision of these two spiritual powers will naturally cause the dantian to churn and the blood to surge."

"So that's what happened."

"The spiritual energy of the Fire Spirit Stone above this spring is basically undetectable, but you were just dragged to extremely deep waters by the Man-Eating Flower Demon. The spiritual energy of the Fire Spirit Stone below is pure, and its influence on your brother will be even greater."

Wen Yuxi's heart was shocked. It turned out to be like this.

No wonder he didn't say it, probably because he was afraid of blaming himself again.

"Why, now you feel bad?"

Wen Yuxi said stubbornly, "I don't feel bad at all. I just want to find out what's going on."

Upon hearing this, the weapon spirit sneered: "I don't care what you are thinking. When will you give me the spiritual power you promised me?"

wipe!

I forgot about this again.

Wen Yuxi could no longer feel justified, so he decided to appeal to the emperor's emotions and reason.

He rubbed his hands together, a smile plastered across his face. "Look, Brother is injured internally, so naturally he can't provide any spiritual energy. Besides, I've already absorbed a lot of spiritual energy from the Fire Spirit Stone while I was underwater. How about you wait a little longer?"

The weapon spirit, like a stingy landlord, repeatedly shook his head: "No, no. What I want is his spiritual power, nothing else."

Wen Yuxi frowned and asked in confusion, "Why do you have to ask for his spiritual power? If you don't explain clearly, I won't give it to you."

The weapon spirit raised its chin and sneered, "It's not for me, it's for you, understand? His spiritual power is extremely pure and will greatly benefit your cultivation. If you practice dual cultivation with him, you will be able to fly with a sword in less than a year."

He has mentioned several times how pure his senior brother's spiritual power is. It is so pure that even a spirit of an artifact that has existed for tens of thousands of years is drooling over it.

Wen Yuxi has made a promise and will naturally not go back on his word.

After thinking for a while, he said seriously, "After we finish this and leave this dangerous place, I will definitely ask my senior brother to give me some spiritual energy. Is that okay with you?"

The weapon spirit folded his hands in front of his chest, crossed his legs and said, "Well, let's leave it at that for now."