shut up, shameless old thief

Xianfeng City, Luomo Mountain.

The jungle is dense, and there are spiritual creatures and animals everywhere. Any spiritual creature is a priceless treasure in the outside world, but in this mountain forest, it is a weed that is not worth mentioning.

Bian Ling dragged his seriously injured body and limped towards the outskirts of Luomo Mountain. A bloody hole had been pierced through his abdomen by a spiritual weapon. If he leaned any higher, he would have died almost immediately.

Every time he took a step, blood flowed on the ground, and he stepped on a bloody footprint.

Can't die.

He said to himself that the youthful face had already begun to show a fierce rudiment, he gritted his teeth and pressed the wound on his abdomen viciously, hoping to use the pain to stimulate his drowsy mind.

"You can't die here. If you die here, everything will be gone." He thought as he walked, blood flowed all over the ground, and attracted several black crows, their round eyes looked at the boy humanely, Tilting his head slightly, his eyes blinked slightly.

Luomo Mountain is the highest mountain in the entire continent, but for thousands of years, countless powerful and expert people tried to enter it to explore, but in the end they all returned without success, and some even fell here directly.

No one knows what is in Luomo Mountain. Every winter, when you look up from the foot of the mountain, you can see black snowflakes continuously falling from the top of the mountain, like spots of ink, hence the name Luomo Mountain.

Bian Ling didn't know how long he had been walking, the clothes on his body had already been scratched by the thorns on the roadside, exposing his bloody skin.

Suddenly his foot became unsteady. After staggering two steps, he still couldn't stand. He knelt straight on the ground, his knee was numb from the impact, and he didn't get up for a long time.

He fell on the ground, gasping for breath, feeling life draining from the blood hole in his abdomen, and his whole body slowly getting colder.

Bian Ling thought dazedly, "Am I going to... die?"

When this thought came to his mind, he shivered violently, "No... I can't die yet, I haven't taken revenge, and those who caused me to fall into such a situation haven't died yet, how can I die? "

This idea has been supporting him, and he refused to close his eyes. After holding on for half an hour, he finally accepted his fate as if discouraged.

Tears flowed slowly from his eyes and fell into a pool of blood beneath him.

Lying on the ground, listening to the sound of blood flowing out of the body, waiting to die little by little, is probably the most desperate thing in the world.

At the moment when he was about to give up the altar with his eyes full of ashes, a series of slow footsteps suddenly came from his ears.

Bian Ling was taken aback.

The sound of footsteps was slow and leisurely, as if walking, stepping on layers of fallen leaves, in this secluded forest, it was very pleasant to the ear.

Bian Ling's eyes lit up again, he struggled to raise his head almost with the last bit of strength, looked at the blue figure not far ahead, and murmured, "Save..."

The man seemed to have seen him, his footsteps stopped, and then he became a little hurried, as if he was running towards him.

Bian Ling only said one word, and suddenly lost his strength, and fell to the ground suddenly, his pupils diverged slightly.

At the moment when he lost consciousness, he saw that blue figure running towards him quickly, a beautiful face came into view, and he stretched out his hand anxiously.

He then fell into a coma.

Bian Ling was in a daze, and he didn't know how long he had slept. When he became conscious again, the voice of a person talking faintly came from his ear.

"What the hell are you talking about? He's still hurting, how can you throw him out? He's such a poor kid, let me tell you, let's talk about the truth, okay? Saving a life is worth seven. Super Stupa's..."

"Ah, no, that's not what I meant, although I can kill people... also, not... you! Can you stop poking my sore spots all the time, I'm so sad, my heart hurts, this medicine can be taken Is it? I also want to take a sip to cure the disease."

Bian Ling: "..."

This person didn't know who he was talking to, and his speech was very out of tune, but his voice was very nice, no matter how much he said, it would not make people feel bored.

Bian Ling thought: "Did he save me?"

He was about to try to open his eyes when the man seemed to be sitting next to him, and he muttered in a low voice: "Such a good-looking child, who wants to do this cruelly, these days, those people outside are willing to treat such a child Do good-looking people attack? It's too much."

Like a child, this person said "too much" several times in a row, and at the end he was choked and coughed a few times.

Bian Ling: "..."

Listening to this man's voice and words, he is a wonderful man with a kind heart.

But on this continent where the strong are respected, all that kindness brings is being bullied and suppressed.

He finally condensed a bit of strength, and slowly opened his eyes, wanting to see what the person who saved him looked like.

It should be a good-looking and gentle old man.Bian Ling thought to himself.

Thinking of this, he opened his eyes and saw the face of the person sitting beside him, and he took a sharp breath.

The good man was chattering to Bian Ling, when he saw Bian Ling suddenly opened his eyes, he was very happy, and said, "Oh, you finally woke up, I thought you were going to die? You scared me to death, scared me to death, Look at how my face has turned pale with fright."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling pressed his chest and struggled to maintain his composure.

It's not that this man is so beautiful, nor is he a terrifying appearance with green face and fangs, but because his face is as if someone has smeared a layer of pot ash on his face, it is completely black, covering all the facial features There is no fart left, and the ghost can see what he looks like.

The man's face was pitch black, and the only thing that was white was the whites of his eyes.

He blinked, looked at Bian Ling strangely, waved his hand in front of him, and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you scared by me? Although you say I'm pretty, but you keep staring at me like this, I would be ashamed too."

As he said that, he lowered his head slightly, and tilted his eyes with a very happy expression, the joy in the bottom of his eyes could not be blocked.

Bian Ling: "..."

He coughed slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you senior for saving me."

The senior bent his eyes, very casually: "Don't be so polite, you are the only living person I have seen in these years, this is all fate, alas, it is so wonderful."

As he spoke, he slightly raised his head and looked up at the sky outside the window.

Bian Ling didn't know what he was looking up at, so he had to speak again: "My surname is Bian, the single character Ling."

The senior said: "Oh! Bian Ling, what a name, my name is... hey wait, what is my name, wait a minute."

As he spoke, he flicked his sleeves and ran out. After a while, he brought a book over. After flipping through it for a long time, he tapped his palm and said to Bian Ling, "My surname is Ji, and my name is Bing. ...Huh? And? No, it's Bingzhu, Ji Bingzhu, yes, yes, this is the name, ah, this name is so difficult to pronounce, who came up with it?"

Bian Ling: "..."

He was not an eloquent person, and he was able to speak a few words to this person because he saved himself, otherwise he would not be bothered to listen to this person's nonsense.

Bian Ling: "Senior Ji."

Ji Bingzhu: "Call me Bingzhu."

Bian Ling's lips twitched, "Senior Ji Bingzhu."

Boss Ji Bingzhu was not happy, threw the book away, sat on the rocking chair beside him, reluctantly accepted the title, and muttered: "You make me look so old, I'm only seven hundred years old this year."

17-year-old Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling couldn't control the twitching of the corners of his lips, and looked at him indifferently with his eyes, without responding.

Ji Bingzhu would not feel embarrassed to entertain himself. He sat on the rocking chair and swayed for a while, and seemed to remember something. He jumped off the rocking chair with an "ah", and said anxiously: "My kitchen It also boiled medicine, ah ah ah..."

Said, screamed and ran to the kitchen.

Bian Ling rubbed his eyebrows.

He sat up from the bed, and only had time to look around.

This is a very exquisite courtyard. The room is very simple, with beds, desks and other furnishings. The windows open outwards, and you can see the endless green bamboo forest outside.

It's a place with a nice view.

After a while, Ji Bingzhu walked in cautiously holding a large bowl of medicine. The bowl was almost the size of a washbasin. No, it seemed to be a washbasin. It was full of black medicine. The potion was spilled, so I walked with extra caution.

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling... Bian Ling didn't want to know who the medicine was for.

Sure enough, Ji Bingzhu held his face... the medicine bowl came towards him, and put the medicine bowl on the table next to the bed like a treasure, and said to Bian Ling: "The medicine I have worked so hard to brew, drink it!" Well, your injury will heal after drinking it, let me tell you, this medicine took me a lot of effort, I climbed a mountain and fell into the water."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling looked at the basin of medicine with difficulty, not knowing how to drink it.

Ji Bingzhu's eyes were almost shining and looked at him expectantly. He wiped his face with his sleeve, revealing a streak of fair skin.

There were bursts of severe pain in Bian Ling's abdomen, as if reminding him to grit his teeth and live on no matter what happened, he took the big bowl of medicine with a blank expression, almost gnashing his teeth to take all the medicine. drank it down.

Ji Bingzhu's originally bright eyes became even brighter. He patted Bian Ling on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You are really amazing. Over the years, the grass will grow on the grave of anyone who can drink my decocted medicine without changing his face." It's amazing, hey, you are too powerful, too powerful."

Bian Ling: "..."

Bian Ling resisted the desire to vomit, without changing his face, and said: "Thank you, senior."

Ji Bingzhu wiped his face again, and said carelessly, "You're welcome, which one of us is with whom?"

Ji Bingzhu is really too familiar, not for a while, it seems that he and Bian Ling have been together for decades, and they are almost close to being brothers.

Bian Ling looked at him indifferently, he always hated people who talk nonsense, if Ji Bingzhu hadn't saved him, he would have slapped him long ago.

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