Burial with Qing Yao

Bai Wenxing admitted that she didn't like this arrogant and unreasonable Wei Shengqi.

What's more, there is a huge disparity in their identities. After all, Wei Shengqi is also a cultivator. A hundred years ago, the world of cultivating immortals and the world of demon cultivators had always been in a state of opposition, so she didn't want to talk to Wei Shengqi much.

But now the person fell in front of her, covered in blood, dying.

Hasn't he already entered the golden core stage?How could he be beaten like this?

He just... went after Sang Zhuo?

After struggling for a while, Bai Wenxing sighed helplessly, put the chicken leg in his mouth, and then managed to free up a pair of greasy hands, and dragged the half-dead man onto the bed by dragging his slightly intact leg.

Ease without panting.

She generously untied her clothes, and did not forget to take a bite of the chicken leg and stuffed it with a few pastries.

There are dozens of wounds on Wei Shengqi's body, large and small, it looks like he has gone through a hard battle.

The most deadly of these was the wound on his chest, which was bleeding profusely. If he wasn't treated in time, he might lose blood and die.

"Trouble." Bai Wenxing spat out a piece of bone, took a basin of hot water, washed his greasy hands, and prepared to suture him to stop the bleeding.

It's just... Where did the needle and thread come from in this broken place?

The little girl glanced around the room, and finally set her eyes on a fishbone.

Here, Weisheng Qi opened his eyes dimly, and saw Bai Wenxing randomly pulling on his head, pulling out a long hair, and began to lay down on his chest to thread needles...

"hiss……"

The fishbone pierced through the flesh, pulled the hair, pulled the unique needle and thread, and closed his wounds one by one.

Wei Shengqi gritted his teeth, saw Bai Wenxing's serious face sewing, and sighed in a low voice: "I thought you could only eat. So besides eating, you are also good at doing these things?"

Bai Wenxing could hear the sarcasm in his words, "I'm not very good at it either, you see, it's crooked like a centipede."

Hearing what she said, Wei Shengqi became a little anxious, and struggled to raise his head, wanting to see what crooked appearance his chest had been sewn into. His wound would definitely leave a scar.

Just as he raised his head, Bai Wenxing gently pressed it down.

"Stay still! It's not sewn yet!"

Wei Shengqi only felt that the back of his head was "lightly" pressed by Bai Wenxing, and it hit the jade pillow heavily, breaking the jade pillow in half on the spot.

The guy's eyes went dark and he was completely unconscious.

Before Bai Wenxing could sew up the wound, he saw a puddle of blood overflowing from the back of his head, which was slightly neat.

Bai Wenxing: "..."

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Jiang Ran and Yinjuan sneaked into the ground. The ground and the ground of this magnificent city are completely two places.

The ground is brightly lit, and there are many figures, but under the ground, there is only boundless darkness.

Jiang Ran followed the cry, and lit a handful of flames on his fingertips to lead the way.

The cries were getting closer.

The ground is also getting dirty and muddy...

With a wave of Yin Juan's hand, the waving flames illuminated the way forward for them, and even more clearly illuminated the source of the crying.

I saw a dirty figure kneeling on the muddy ground like a swamp. The man turned his back to them, crying and trembling.

"Seek?"

Jiang Ran moved closer and tentatively called his name.

Sure enough, the man heard the voice, his crying became quieter, and he looked back.

At this time, Jiang Ran enlarged the flame and hung it above his head, enough to illuminate the muddy land.

Because of being in the darkness for a long time, it is rare to see light, Qiu Suo raised his head, squinted his eyes, and tentatively stretched out his hand towards the light source above his head.

He was originally an earth demon, but now he is also in human form, kneeling on the ground every day, exerting all his strength to pull the entire Jinbi city forward.

Qiu Suo was covered in wounds, most of which were strangle marks. Where Jiang Ran and Yin Juan couldn't see, there were many intricate, cobweb-like thin threads. things.

There are pavilions, towers and pavilions, gold, silver and jade, and many monsters and beasts.

Every weight passes through these thin threads, and is finally carried on the body by Quest.

After being strangled for a long time, the wound could not heal for a long time, and even began to turn black and pus, so there was a strong rancid smell on Qiu Suo's body.

He has been lurking underground for a long time, his eyesight is not good, and there are only faint shadows and outlines left when he looks at everything. At this time, he can't see Jiang Ran and Yinjuan clearly.

Feeling the two vague shadows approaching him, Qiu Suo thought it was Zhuang Yuze who was coming, so he wiped his face casually, and gave them an ugly smile.

"Yuze, you finally came to see me."

He changed direction and crawled a few steps in the direction of Jiang Ran and Yinjuan, with a somewhat annoyed expression on his face, "Did my crying disturb you again? I'm sorry, I... really hurt too much, don't scold me I, from now on, I will try my best to endure, no matter how painful it is."

Faced with such a miserable search, Yinjuan felt angry, and Jiang Ran didn't want to break the illusion of seeking. If he knew that the person who came was not Zhuang Yuze, how sad he would be.

He didn't say another word, but walked to Qiu Suo's side in silence, and wiped the mud off his face.

Brown blood continued to flow from the wound, and the strong rancid smell was disgusting, but Jiang Ran acted as if he hadn't smelled anything, and carefully removed the pus and applied medicine for Qiu Suo.

Qiu Suo didn't cry out for pain, although during the process, he trembled several times as if he was about to pass out.

He tried his best to open his eyes wide, looked at the blurred outline, and said with a smile: "Yuze, I asked those two little demons guarding the gate to collect many rare treasures for you, and they piled them up in your room. unhappy?"

He didn't wait for Jiang Ran's answer, and said: "Also, you said last time that you want to build your own demon city. You like landscaping and those beautiful pavilions. I won't stop you. If you like it, just do it, I will carry these weights on your back for you, I feel that my strength is getting stronger and stronger recently."

Jiang Ran listened carefully to Qiu Suo's narration, and after dressing him up, he planned to have a talk with Zhuang Yuze.

If the so-called mutual benefit and symbiosis is in this form, he really doesn't think it's worth asking for it.

He didn't see the so-called mutual benefit in this magnificent city. From the beginning to the end, it was Zhuang Yuze who was greedy for the wealth and prosperity of the outside world. He lived a luxurious life in the city, and Qiu Suo silently carried these weights on himself. Kneeling and crawling.

Symbiosis?more non-existent.

Zhuang Yuze was doing well, but Qiu Suo was dying.

Jiang Ran personally treated every wound on Qiu Suo's body. Until now, the terrible wound still lingers in front of his eyes.

This is the injury left by the long-term load of seeking, and the weight on his back is about to crush him.

As for why he didn't rescue Qiu Suo immediately, it was because he could see that the relationship between Qiu Suo and Zhuang Yuze at this time was that one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer. Jiang Ran's unilateral rescue would not sever their relationship at all.

On the way back, Jiang Ran had mixed feelings in his heart.

On the brightly lit long street, demon cultivators and immortal cultivators walking back and forth were all discussing one thing.

"The city lord said that he wanted to reproduce the prosperity of Yaodu City in Jinbi City. Is it true? Yaodu is so big that it can be accommodated in this city?"

"The city lord said that it can be done, so of course it can be done. He has released the news to the outside world. After five days, he will invite a group of demons and immortal practitioners to visit the demon capital."

"That's the demon city, the sanctuary that demon cultivators dream of and yearn for."

The demon cultivators who come and go, when they talk about the demon city, they all look forward to it.

"Jiang Ran." Yinjuan seemed to see through Jiang Ran's thoughts, "Do what you want."

As he spoke, he took out the burning furnace cauldron from the treasure bag, and the scorching breath rushed towards his face.

"I know that your copper scale will break sooner or later. I have refined this sword for you for many years, and now it is almost finished, just waiting for you to put the last material into the furnace."

He even secretly forged a sword for him, Jiang Ran was a little moved.

"What other materials do I need to put in?"

"A Broken Bronze Scale."

Jiang Ran took out the broken bronze balance, stroked it with her fingertips, seemed reluctant, and finally threw it into the furnace accurately.

The bronze balance has accompanied Jiang Ran for many years. After entering the furnace, it burst into flames, melted in the high temperature, and fused with the sharp blade in the furnace. The sharp blade trembled excitedly in the furnace, and recognized Jiang Ran on the spot. Mainly.

This process is like the last step in writing a poem or painting, signing your own masterpiece.

The signature thing can be anything, everyone is different, it is mainly their own personal things, which can make the weapons in the hearth familiar with the owner's breath in a very short period of time.

Yin Juan waved his hand towards the cauldron, and the cauldron exploded directly, and a sharp blade with a cold glow was finally born.

This sword is 21 inches long, exactly the same length as the bronze balance Jiang Ran used before.

Different from the bronze balance, this sword has a sharp edge, and has a handle and scabbard suitable for grasping.

The sword hangs in mid-air in a vertical posture, making a sound, as if urging its master to hold him.

When Jiang Ran saw this sword for the first time, he felt extremely familiar, not because the sword was integrated with the bronze balance he used earlier, but because...

Jiang Ran held the sword, put two fingers together, brushed across the blade, touched the middle, and felt a trace here.

This mark is invisible to the naked eye, like a scar that still exists here after the wound has healed. Although it is not conspicuous, it is there.

"It used to be a broken sword?" Jiang Ran was a little puzzled, and further asked his own question, "Is this the sword from my previous life?"

The overwhelming sense of familiarity made Jiang Ran have to doubt it.

Yin Juan took a step forward, and said calmly: "In the previous life, it was also a shocking sharp blade, but it was broken by you in my hands. Jiang Ran, this is not your sword, it is mine, and it was broken by you."

"So in this life, whether it's me or it, I will surrender to you."

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感谢在2022-06-1415:07:36~2022-06-1515:22:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Taotao 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!