long night walk

Chapter 102 The fragrance of flowers is gone, the past is gone

Jin Sheng was startled when he heard this.

His right hand has long been unqualified to hold a sword, and the words that seem to be superfluous to ask imply concern.

He was a little surprised, thinking that after the little corpse had sent Meng Zifei away, he would start preparing to send him away as well.

After waiting for a long time, I didn't expect such a sentence to come.

Jinsheng has always been a person who can't hold back what's on his mind, so he immediately asked bluntly, "Aren't you going to drive me away?"

Bai Lian raised his eyes slightly, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile: "You are the one who owed me several lives, wouldn't it be a bad thing for me to just pat your ass and leave like this?"

The corners of Jin Sheng's mouth twitched slightly. He had seen someone who threatened to reciprocate kindness, but he had never seen such a righteous one who threatened sword No. 13 of Tianxie.

Just when he was about to say something, he saw Bai Lian lowered his head indifferently, studying the black heart.

In his mouth, he said lightly and indifferently: "I have seen your spiritual root, and it is true that the right hand is useless and it is difficult to achieve anything in the way of swordsmanship. I have looked up your situation in the ancient books of the Shenfu Realm. .

It's hard, but it's not impossible to deal with it. If you have time, you might as well live here for another month. I should be able to find a solution, um, if you believe me. "

The natural evil spirit between Jin Sheng's brows suddenly condensed, and Bai Lian's indifferent words seemed to contain some kind of magical and warm power, which actually diluted the evil spirit a bit.

He lowered his eyes slowly, looking down at his injured and weak right hand.

Although it was Bai Li'an who said the words "if you trust me", it was Jin Sheng who was really trusted.

Knowing how heavy this trust is, he unconsciously hugged the sword in his hand tightly.

he thought.

White Camel Mountain is already guarded by many powerful people, and this mountain seems to need his help...

After practicing over and over again all night, ten blank wooden boards have been engraved with scratches under the exhaustion of Bai Lian's mental power.

Bai Li'an's mental power can't be said to be very strong, but with the complementarity of the corpse orb in the dantian and the yin and yang fish.

As long as his mental power is not exhausted in an instant, his mental power seems to be able to recover to a full state within a certain period of time.

Just one night passed, and Bai Lian kept practicing the first stroke of the rune repeatedly.

No matter how he practiced, the length and depth of the first rune was only infinitely close to the first rune on the pitch-black heart.

Awakened from the dark sleep at the dawn of dawn, Baili An put down the plank, opened the glass umbrella, and was about to go deep in the forest to shade and continue practicing.

Passing through the trail paved with bluestone in the forest, the blood of the corpses on the road has long been washed away.

The creatures who fled into the depths of the mountain forest because of the catastrophe more than ten years ago also gradually emerged from the depths.

Although the number is small, it is better than freshness.

The faint morning light spilled in from the forest leaves, and the mottled and broken light haloed on the bluestone ground and the forest, as if it had been cut by a sharp knife.

Bai Lian suddenly stopped, looking at the corner of the hazel bushes.

Lin Guiyuan had already replaced the blood-soaked golden gown. He was wearing a simple black gown, only the gold thread embroidery was faintly visible on the collar.

He stood under the fine morning light, his long black curly eyelashes drooping deeply, half covering his pair of lifeless dead gray eyes.

And lying casually in the weeds in front of him was Wen Zhendong's body.

The lifeless mountain ghost looked down at the lifeless female corpse quietly.

The demon tide corpse sea in the mountains is far less interested in corpses than living people.

Besides, Wen Zhendong, a woman who is completely rotten from the depths of her soul, even the spiritless corpse demons can't arouse their appetite.

So her body was relatively well preserved. Later, Lin Yuan found her when he was dealing with the corpses of the mermaids.

She felt that being too close to the lake was a blink of an eye, even though she hated Wen Zhendong terribly.

But with Lin Yuan's temperament, he couldn't do the cruel thing of flogging the corpse, so he threw it here and let it rot by itself.

Bai Lian turned his eyes slightly, and suddenly found that Lin Guiyuan was holding a bunch of dry and messy flowers in his hand, which was the one he had carefully cared for in front of the tree house.

Dryness is due to loss of moisture.

Mess is because people trampled on.

Looking at Lin Guiyuan's appearance, could it be that he wants to bury his former lover in the ground for peace?
As if noticing Bai Lian's gaze, Lin Guiyuan looked up at Bai Lian quietly, his pale face expressionless.

He put the bouquet in his hand on Wen Zhendong's chest, pulled the corner of his stiff mouth at Bai Lian, and said in a hoarse voice: "I just returned her things to her."

After experiencing the test of life and death, he is no longer the teenager who was ignorant and nervous about love affairs.

He knows... that things that don't belong to him, even though they seem beautiful, are just mirages.

Don't be obsessed.

Don't be greedy.

The palm of the hand that put down the bouquet gently wiped it on the clothes, as if to wipe off the lingering fragrance of hypocrisy and the unbearable past on the palm.

Seeing Lin Guiyuan like this, Bai Li'an smiled knowingly, knowing that he did not disappoint Father Shan, although he was immature, he was also strong.

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The morning light gradually rises, the sky is clear and the scenery is beautiful, the soft willow branches are fluttering in the morning breeze, and the sound of creaking wheels rolling over the border can be heard leisurely on the stone path in the mountains.

A golden chariot and jade chariot slowly advancing appeared on the not very wide road.

The jade chariot is extremely luxurious and spacious, and the wheels seem to be made of ordinary wood, but if you look closely, you can find that the color of the wooden wheels is more moist, and a discerning person can tell that it is worth every inch of wood.

On the spacious compartment, there is a picture of Qingluan dancing, and a few simple lines make the picture of Qingluan flying vivid and vivid.

What's even more shocking is that every stroke of the pattern seems to be free and easy, but it contains runes that Bai Lian Shenwu couldn't draw the first stroke all night.

If a cultivator from a famous immortal family saw this scene, his first impression would be: rich!

That wheel alone, oh no, any wheel bearing, is probably worth several times more than the treasured saber at their waists.

Not to mention that it looks like the Qingluan Talisman drawn by a master who specializes in spiritual power.

The killing intent of the Qingluan God Bird contained in it can instantly kill a practitioner at the peak of the Kaiyuan Realm as long as the owner in the carriage moves his mind.

Of course, these are secondary.

What is really shocking is that such a chariot, which is worth as much as a city of self-cultivation, is not pulled by ordinary horses, but nine pure white unicorns, with a faint white light shining from top to bottom.

Looking from a distance, the sacred luxury cannot be ignored!

Without a groom driving the carriage, the nine unicorns moved slowly towards their master's destination in an extremely psychic manner.

(End of this chapter)