Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

The familiar mountain, the familiar palace, and even the bright moon hanging high on the mountain are all exactly the same as the ones I have dreamed about.

Only this time, under the bright moon, there was an extra person who was dancing with a sword.

The person's appearance was not clear, only a vague shadow, Zhao Xingyue could only see a vague shadow.

She recognized the long sword in her hand, it was the bloodthirsty sword she got from the madman city lord and gave it to Shen Qingwei, and even helped to recognize the lord 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 figure's hand is obviously closer to the bloodthirsty sword recognized as the master. A sword that can kill.

This is not a murderous sword in the first place - Zhao Xingyue said to herself.

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

Majestic and complicated information flooded into her mind like an ocean, and Zhao Xingyue only had time to make the decision to take the bloodthirsty sword away.

But now, she knew the name of the sword.

month by month.

Chasing stars month by month.

She knew that this sword was not made for killing people, but for cutting through the darkness and chasing the moonlight.

This sword...

It used to be hers.

Although she has no impression of it.

She didn't remember the palace, nor the long sword, or even the sword move under the moonlight.

But before she could react, her body was already dancing with the figure in the distance. If someone was watching, they would find that with Zhao Xingyue's dancing, her figure was gradually overlapping with the figure in the sky together.

Countless pictures flashed through her mind again.

"Master Shenjun."

Who is calling her?

"Ah Yue."

Ok?

Zhao Xingyue tried to capture the fragments of memory that flashed across her mind like a meteor, but in the end she only opened her eyes with a soft Ah Yue.

Shen Qingwei discovered Zhao Xingyue's waking up immediately, and she hurriedly asked, "Senior, are you awake? How is your body?"

The blood-red beast that almost blended in with the environment rushed towards Shen Qingwei when she was distracted.

It's just that before its sharp fangs pierced Shen Qingwei's slender neck, a long snake tail directly drove it away for a distance of nearly a hundred feet.

In the fire-like red forest, a huge cyan snake suddenly appeared, which was extremely conspicuous.

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

"When you are facing the enemy, you are distracted and don't want to live?"

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

But there was no trace of impatience on her face. She licked away the blood with her tongue, and the smell of iron stimulated her keen nerves. She looked at Zhao Xingyue with a brighter smile on her face.

"Senior, you finally woke up."

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

"27 days and four hours."

"so long?"

Zhao Xingyue was slightly taken aback by the time reported by Shen Qingwei. She was not sensitive to the passage of time in her dreams, so she thought that at most seven or eight days had passed.

Unexpectedly, there are a full 27 days.

Zhao Xingyue raised her eyes, took the surrounding scene into her eyes, and asked, "Is this the trial ground of Mad Demon City?"

This proving ground is not very friendly to the eyes. Looking around, there is a piece of red, red leaves, red trunks, where Zhao Xingyue can see, even the water is red.

The red strange beasts and birds are hiding in this forest, and the same color as the forest is their best cover. A monk in the forest may step on the territory of the strange beasts if they don't carelessly.

But this is indeed a good place to improve your cultivation.

The demonic energy in the air was already so thick that it almost squeezed out the spiritual energy.

Demon cultivators don't have too much requirements on the aura they absorb. Before becoming an immortal, both aura and demonic energy will be converted into demon power.

But spiritual energy and devil energy cannot be said to be exactly the same for demon cultivators.

At least the murderous intent in Zhao Xingyue's bones when she turned into a prototype told her that the demonic nature in her body had been fully aroused.

Suppressing the urge to become a prototype and run amok in this forest, Zhao Xingyue refocused on Shen Qingwei, and her eyes lit up when she saw it.

"In the middle stage of Nascent Soul, not bad."

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

If people outside knew Shen Qingwei's current age and strength, the younger ones would lose their life goals in anger, and the older ones would be angry and give birth to demons.

The Nascent Soul Realm, who is less than 40 years old, has risen from the early stage to the middle stage in less than a year.

Is it annoying?

I'm so pissed off.

Those who are not human will be pissed off.

Shen Qingwei, who was praised, had a brighter smile, even though there was still a bright red slap mark floating on it.

She fumbled in her sleeve and took out a small Qiankun bag, "Senior, here are some things I collected, which may be useful to you."

what?

Zhao Xingyue took the Qiankun bag, but the Qiankun bag was not recognized, she opened it with a light touch, and was shocked by the contents inside.

inner dan.

The Qiankun bag is full of fist-sized inner pills piled up like a hill.

Judging from the above fluctuations, most of the golden elixir stage, a small part of the Nascent Soul stage, a piece of bright red, murderous and hostile, tumbling together, indicating that these inner alchemy once came from the body of such a ferocious beast.

She closed the bag, "I have a heart."

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

What is the little girl thinking? She has lived for thousands of years, why can't she understand?

She just didn't want to respond, nor was she in the mood to respond.

After all, she will go back to the underworld, maybe when they meet again, they will not know each other after drinking Mengpo soup.

But at this moment, she had to weigh Shen Qingwei's intentions.

The Qiankun bag doesn't weigh much, and the contents inside are indeed heavy.

Even Zhao Xingyue herself would not dare to say that she could snatch the inner alchemy from their hands when killing the strange beasts.

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

Which is more difficult, taking the inner alchemy or killing a strange beast?

Undoubtedly the former.

Force, planning, nothing less.

Exhausted a hundred times of mental effort, just for an inner alchemy - an inner alchemy that is useless to Shen Qingwei.

"You did very well."

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

Zhao Xingyue knew what she was asking, and when she was training Shen Qingwei, she was never soft on taking advantage of the little girl's thoughts.

But this time, her heart trembled, and after she raised her hand to gently caress the little girl's intact cheek, her eyes slowly lifted from her lips and fell into her eyes.

Shen Qingwei's heart was beating violently like never before, and she suddenly had a premonition that the hard work of constantly hunting strange beasts and searching for inner alchemy in this month would soon be rewarded.

Her premonition soon became true.

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

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

It's more like a bite than a kiss.

It was a bloody kiss.

The long sword in Shen Qingwei's hand suddenly trembled uncontrollably. She let go, and the bloodthirsty sword flew up by itself, leaning against Zhao Xingyue's body.

Countless pictures flooded into the minds of the two of them at the same time.

"Qingwei, Shen Qingwei." Zhao Xingyue murmured the name twice, but it was as if a sense of familiarity that had been chewed a thousand times came to her heart, she closed her eyes, "Shen Qingwei."

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

Or maybe she doesn't even know.

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

She grasped Zhao Xingyue's sleeve feebly with her hand, bit her teeth lightly, "Shenjun."

"Ah Yue."

Zhao Xingyue leaned forward again and kissed her lips.

When the two separated again, Shen Qingwei's vision had regained clarity, and the images that flooded into her mind, as her blank mind was cleared, her face was redder than the hopeless forest, and when they 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 the surroundings, so no strange beast approached for a long time.

But at this time, there were already faint rustling sounds from around.

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

The two returned to the way they used to get along in the Hundred Thousand Mountains. Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

……

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

The crazy city lord greeted her with a smile on his face, feeling the more solid and heavy aura on her body, and the smile he piled up was even more sincere.

The two briefly said a few polite words, and the crazy city lord said that the flying boat from the main city to pick up the players and the city lord had arrived, and asked Shen Qingwei to tidy up a little, and meet him in the lobby an hour later.

When he was leaving, he seemed to have thought of something, and casually said: "Really Zhao, Senior Zhao hasn't come back for a while, but I want you to leave a letter to tell her."

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

Facing the crazy city master, she showed a rare smile, "No need, I have my own contact information with senior."

Without saying much, she quickly returned to her courtyard.

As soon as she entered the door and put down the barrier, she happily held out the green snake and said to it: "Senior, we will be able to participate in the battle for the Demon City soon."

Green Snake rolled up lazily, "Yes."

Shen Qingwei, who didn't get much enthusiastic response, was not angry, and packed her luggage on her own.

In fact, there is nothing to take. The monk’s belongings are usually carried with her. When she went back to the yard, she mainly wanted to take away all the clothes prepared for her by the mad city lord. It lasted for half a year, and if she didn't have enough change of clothes, she couldn't imagine herself running naked.

Behind her, the green snake she put on the table watched her back, its small snake head moved slowly.

Sometimes, knowing something is more painful than knowing nothing.

Ignorance is bliss.

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

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

The only thing she has is a few pieces of broken memories like starlight picked up from the sea.