This fox demon, this fairy took it

"Get out!" But at this moment, a piercing voice sounded from the chaotic crowd, and suddenly fell silent.

Bai Mingxi, who was in a trance, followed the prestige, and saw the familiar white robes passing by him, and jumped in front of the little boy who had hurt Bai Mingxi just now.

At this moment, Bai Mingxi, who was injured and unable to move, was worried that Mo Zhixuan committed a murder on impulse, and wanted to stop him.

But now he can only make a weak sound, and Mo Zhixuan, who is far away in the crowd, can't hear it at all.

In desperation, Bai Mingxi pulled out "Kongyinxiao" from his waist with the last remaining strength, and played a tune.

The song "Broken Dust" silenced the restless crowd again.All eyes were once again on Bai Mingxi who was covered in blood.

Exhausting his last ounce of strength at this moment, he finally fell to the ground straight out of exhaustion.But at the last moment when he closed his eyes, he met Mo Zhixuan's eyes.

Those crimson pupils gradually regained their clarity under the comfort of "Po Chen".

They flitted past the densely packed figures in front of them, without giving half of their eyes to anyone, looking into each other's hearts across the sea of ​​people.

"Don't. Violate. Immortal rules. Bai Mingxi moved his lips with difficulty, and made a final effort with his indistinguishable voice.

He tried his best to hold on to his consciousness, but he still became groggy.Finally, he slowly closed his eyes.

"Xi'er!" A familiar appellation roared out from Mo Zhixuan's tightly closed lips, the voice was so loud.It's a pity that the fainted person couldn't hear the familiar call.

If he heard it, he should be very happy, right?

"Catch them!" The Taoist priest in the crowd gave an order, and several people who looked like children took out the glazed lamps in a flash.

The light from the lamp turned into a rope of light, tightly bound Mo Zhixuan, and an arrow shot into his leg.

One staggered and fell to the ground, but he gritted his teeth and supported himself to stand up again.

The people behind rushed up, and he rushed to Bai Mingxi's side without hesitation, slowly lifted Bai Mingxi, and hugged him tightly, for fear that he would disappear in front of his eyes like this.

"Xi'er, you are still so stupid."

At this time, the Taoist priest led the crowd and stood in front of the two with a hostile expression on his face. A layer of black mist kept surging from his body: "Put them together with that one, and open the altar for sacrifice tomorrow!"

"Bai Mingxi? Are you feeling better?" After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, a voice came from the top of his head in a daze.

Bai Mingxi shook his head vigorously, opened his eyes, and saw a figure sitting in front of him.

The appearance of that person is not clear, but the white clothes stained with his own blood seem to be familiar.

Bai Mingxi was in a trance for a while, then sat up suddenly, reached out and grabbed the other party's collar: "Mo Zhixuan, you won't commit murder because of me! Ah. My back hurts. The large movement caused the wound, The freshly bandaged wound oozes blood again.

"Fool! Who would be as stupid as you, disregarding oneself for the life and death of others."

"So, you haven't violated the fairy rules. Hiss. The pain of the wound caused Bai Mingxi to take a few breaths.

"Don't move!" Mo Zhixuan firmly pressed the restless man in his arms.

"I'm not dead, what are you afraid of!" Bai Mingxi muttered dissatisfied.

"Well. But it's not far from death."

"The corner of Bai Mingxi's mouth twitched, but he still spoke so directly?

It seemed that one night had passed, and the light from outside squeezed in, shining brightly on Bai Mingxi's pale face, and Bai Mingxi looked at Mo Zhixuan quietly with his chin propped up.

Mo Zhixuan on the side was taking out the silver needles from the storage bag, casting a spell to light a fire, and the needles are being quenched and burned right now!

Bai Mingxi half took off his shirt and lay on Mo Zhixuan's robe, the horrifying wounds on his fair skin were as alluring as the flowers of the other shore.

"Can you bear it?"

"Is there any mistake? I'm a man, how can I not bear this little pain? Besides. Isn't there still you here? I'm not afraid." lip road.

"Well, I won't be polite." Mo Zhixuan glanced at the boy, and joked without changing his face.

"Xianjun's words... Hiss... Mo Zhixuan on the side has already started to sew up the treated wound. The pain makes the young man's eyebrows frowned, and the joints of his hands that are tightly grasping the robe are clearly defined, which makes people feel alive." feel pain.

"Would you like to be gentle? Shout out the pain."

"It's okay, let's talk about our present. Hiss. Where is it now? It seems to be a farmhouse?" The young man took a breath and tried his best to control his trembling voice, but he still talked about things lightly.

"It's the place where the 'Taoist' imprisoned people." Mo Zhixuan sewed up the wound very lightly, while watching Bai Mingxi pretending to be brave.

Suddenly thought of something, Mo Zhixuan touched the boy's trembling waist, the cold touch really caught Bai Mingxi by surprise.

"Xianjun, don't you want to take advantage of the fire and eat my tofu?"

"Then why don't you tell me first, what is this?" Mo Zhixuan held the Kongyin Xiao engraved with the word "Mingxi" before Bai Mingxi's eyes.

"Uh.

"When did you steal it from me? Who else allowed you to engrave it privately? You know. Realizing that he almost leaked that secret, Mo Zhixuan didn't continue talking at the moment, just stared fiercely at Bo Poor fox there.

"Huh? Know what?" Bai Mingxi stared at the person in front of him, with delicate face and eyes that concealed everything, like a deep pool of water with bottomless bottom, unable to see clearly what this person was thinking.

In a few days, they will finish dealing with this matter, and then part ways. Where will these cold eyes see all over the mountains and rivers?

Being stared at by such a pair of cold eyes without impurities, and seeing a quiet self through the quiet eyes, Bai Mingxi is a little addicted to it, this subtle but comfortable feeling.

After a long time, he asked softly under the reflection of those eyes.

"Does Xianjun know the meaning of this sentence: Once upon a time, Sanghai was hard to be water, but Wushan is not a cloud?"