A Wan subconsciously caught her wet body, fell three steps in a row, and looked back and said in surprise to Cang Lian: "Master, Master, it's Master who is back!"

Cang Lian fell to the ground with the bowl of porridge in his hand and quickly stood up to greet him.

Yin Siqing's always cold and indifferent face also changed a little, and he followed Shang Cang Lian's back.

Cang Lian felt that his eyes were hurt by the bright red blood!

I only saw her little demon covered in blood, and even the heavy rain could not dispel the red blood that kept oozing out of his body.

The wounds all over his body were deep and bones were visible, with signs of slashing by swords and talismans exploded his flesh and blood, and it seemed like he had just been fished out of a blood pool.

There was no place intact on my body.

Especially in the abdomen, a blood hole as big as a fist was pierced through, which completely penetrated from the front of the abdomen to the back of the abdomen, and the dantian Qihai was missing.

Ling Tiansu was already thin, not seen for half a month, and he lost a whole circle and looked even weaker and haggard.

A bloody scar with deep bones left on the handsome cheeks. Under the brush of the rain, the outer edge of the wound was slightly curled up, and the red blood was seeping through the undry rain.

Cang Lian’s heart became tighter and tighter, and colder!

In an instant, countless swords and shadows flashed through the pupils of the extreme night.

Ling Tiansu was weak and half open his eyes. His pair of blue eyes could not see any focal distance, and he was obviously out of the awake consciousness.

But he still murmured from the desperate situation: "Hug...sorry, there are still a few tails behind him..."

After saying that, a tight string finally broke, and his eyes were dark and he fainted.

The palm pressing on the ancient sword tightened hard, and Cang Lian's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Changyou's aura swept through his aura.

She sensed two Tongyuans and one of them ten miles away, and were rushing towards here quickly. Although she was determined to investigate Ling Tiansu's injuries, those tails cannot be ignored.

"A group of dogs seeking death! The little demon who dares to hurt me! I will destroy you now!"

Cang Lian glanced at A Wan with a cold look.

A Wan immediately understood: "Master, go and destroy those guys, master and disciples will take good care of you."

After Cang Lian left, A Wan half supported Ling Tiansu, who had been unconscious in severe coma, and was about to carefully place him on the straw bed.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, a pair of cold jade's cold palms poked over, took Ling Tiansu's body, and picked him up.

A Wan looked at the woman in white in front of her with a look of surprise.

I saw her eyebrows and eyes calm, and even though her white clothes were stained with the boy's blood, they were still as clear as water.

Although she was as silent as ever, the light reflected by her ink-colored phoenix eyes was unprecedentedly cold!

A Wan shivered for no reason, and stared at the woman in white holding her master and walked up the straw pile step by step.

She did not completely put him down, but leaned against the wall, with soft straw under the two of them half holding him in their arms.

Qinghan's eyes stared at every wound on his body inch by inch, and the foundation of his eyes became colder and colder, and I don't know if it was cold or painful.

The slender and cold fingertips first gently stroked the huge hideous bloody mouth on half of Fu Ling Tiansu's cheek, destroying the beauty of the original handsome face, but it was not ugly, but it added a bit of bloody wildness.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and then slowly slid down to his left hand.

A Wan didn't know if she was wrong, but she seemed to have caught a thin piece of blood climbing under the phoenix eyes of the woman in white.

She slowly lowered her head, and Awan could no longer see what her expression looked like on her face.

I only saw her cold and white palm gently covering the red white bones that the boy could no longer call his left palm.

The fingertips were trembling.

Yin Siqing's eyes were quiet, and he looked at the white bones without a trace of flesh and blood. There was a neat and cruel cut between the white bones and flesh between his wrists.

It is conceivable that the terrible breath of the blood and flesh that tyrannizes his palms at that time.

He could not resist the violent and scorching power. In order not to melt the flesh and blood of his entire arm, he could only draw his sword and cut off the flesh and blood from his wrist!

Even though I fell into a deep coma at this moment, I was unconscious.

But she could feel that every inch of blood and bone marrow under his skin was inflicted and boiling, as if forcibly poured into boiling magma underground.

Yin Si has been practicing Taoism for twenty years by Feng Yun. No one is more familiar with the violent, vast and terrifying power of destruction than her.

If it were someone else, he would have been mentally broken down due to such inhuman torture.

However, he was carrying a disabled body, through countless life and death pursuits, and had been fighting against the entire spiritual world for fifteen days.

She couldn't imagine how he survived these fifteen days.

"That...Miss Yin, I have a clean set of clothes. Master is soaked all over, and it is not healed with the wound."

A Wan took out a new set of clothes from the space ring and handed them to the woman in white on the straw.

Yin Siqing took the clothes, nodded slightly and said, "Can you bother the girl to make a basin of clean water for me?"

Although A Wan is a green snake in her body, her personality is not like an ordinary cold-blooded animal and is very approachable.

Soon, she brought a basin of clean water and a clean veil, and prepared the wound medicine and bandages she had always kept on her body.

He looked at Ling Tiansu with gentle eyes and then said, "Miss Yin, I have some injuries on my body. He is quite injured. I'm afraid it's not enough. I'll go to the mountain to pick some herbs that stop bleeding and nourish the body."

A Wan soon braved the wind and rain, put on her back on her medicine basket and walked into the darkness.

Yin Siqing stretched out his hand to untie the belt on Ling Tiansu's body, took out a bellyband from his arms, protected it very cleanly, rolled it into a neat ball, and tied it with a tie.

Apart from the bellyband, there is also an ancient scroll with traces of reading.

Her eyes narrowed for a moment, and she casually placed the food aside.

As his clothes were all gone, he saw the dense wounds on his body, and his phoenix eyes couldn't help but shrink.

Especially the terrifying arc of the sunken shoulders, deep redness spread across most of the body, as if the skin had been severely burned.

Wet the soft handkerchief and wipe the blood on his body carefully.

During the gentle wiping process, every thrilling confrontation can be deduced from every wound on his body.

What's even more shocking is that in his ribs, chest, thighs and calves, he could even see the broken edge of the blade in the wound, or some kind of hidden weapon thorns and the sharp teeth of the monster's beast's broken roots penetrated deeply into the muscle bones.

It can be seen that while running away, he had no time to deal with the wounds on his body.

When the monster fangs and weapons chased by the monsters penetrated through the body, you can't even breathe for a moment to deal with the enemy.

He could only shake the weapons and fangs in his body and ignore them, use the shortest and fastest way to get rid of the fight and entanglement, and continue to shuttle through the heavy rain in the night.

Soon, a basin of clear water had turned into a blood-red soup.

Taking out the sharp blades and broken teeth from his body, the blood in the wound regained

It rushed out with a rush of boiling sound.

The withered straw matted under the two people was dyed red.

You can imagine the pain of these few strokes, but Ling Tiansu's body did not react much. He just twitched slightly, and a touch of pain appeared between his eyebrows.

It’s not that I can’t feel the pain, but that I’m too tired and I don’t even have the strength to struggle with the pain.

Yin Siqing's brows became tighter and tighter, his fingers were sensitive, and he quickly applied medicine to stop bleeding and wrapped around the bandage.

After doing this, her thin shirt on her back was already soaked with sweat.

The bonfire was faint, and the shaking halo brushed across her pale cheeks, half light and half dark.

She lowered her head and looked at the boy's eyebrows and eyes seriously. The eyes that washed away the mortal world were already dark at this moment, and no ray of the bonfire halo in the temple could reflect her pupils.

Suddenly, the palm of his hand heated up, and the boy's still intact right hand slid on her palm, trembling slightly. He wanted to hold on to something, but it was because of the pain that his fingers were slightly convulsing and trembling, and he was finally unable to slide down.

His lips moved, slightly opened, and his voice said weakly: "Phoenix...Phoenix..."

The phoenix eyes moved slightly, and for some reason, my heart felt ache, and there was a feeling that it was like a demon, and it was soaring in my heart.

She flipped her palm, held his about to slide down steadily, and nodded lightly.

The cold palms pressed against the hot palms.

The sun and the moon are silent, the water passes without trace, and it is always quiet and speechless.

Only this is the only place where ten fingers are tightly wrapped around, knocking on the dependence of life and death, and the beauty of the fingertips.

...

...

When Ling Tiansu regained consciousness, it was already bright.

The heavy rain has stopped and the sun is bright.

At this moment, he was not on the straw bed in the dilapidated temple. He was shaking under him, creaking, and the sound of wheels crushing stones came.

The mooing sound of the cows in front of him is occasionally heard.

As soon as I opened my eyes, my eyes were stinged by a red sun hanging high in the sky, and tears couldn't help but push them out.

Soon, a beautiful palm like cold jade covered the dazzling sunshine for him.

A faint cold fragrance came from the breath, and a soft thigh was resting under his head. Then he realized that he was lying in a ox cart.

The green cow pulled the cart, Cang Lian sat in front of the frame, waving the small whip in his hand, and the green cow walked forward slowly.
To be continued...