long night walk

Chapter 136 Wen... Sister

Bai Lian's body moved slightly, as if he wanted to pull out the sword, because his soul was so painful that his will was about to collapse.

He wanted to bite hard between her snow-white necks and suck the tempting and delicious blood in her body.

Just a slight movement caused several veins to pop on his forehead.

Su Jing glanced calmly at Li Jiujiu who was already weeping behind him.

It was abnormal for a while, but he didn't continue to kill, but asked: "Do you like her? Are you willing to die for her."

Bai Lian didn't expect the other party to ask such a question suddenly, but when he moved his gaze, he found that Fang Geyu, whose back was turned to her, was winking wildly at him.

The meaning is obvious, that is to impress the snow-like woman in front of him with infatuation.

Bai Lian smiled wryly in his heart. He has never been a sensational person, let alone when it comes to feelings, he has always been confused.

Does he like Li Jiujiu?
He couldn't help asking himself.

After a while, he shook his head: "But the relationship between the two sides, I'm afraid it's far from the level of liking."

Su Jing's slender eyes gradually closed: "Why do you work so hard for him?"

Facing her frighteningly dark pupils, for some reason, Bai Lian spoke the truth in his heart and no longer concealed it: "The fate of the dew, the responsibility lies with me, I dare not avoid it, let alone fear it."

"Fate of Dew?"

Su Jing slowly rolled these four characters between his teeth, and the brows were slightly confused.

Apparently she didn't have much contact with this term on weekdays, so she thought about it for a long time before finding out what it meant.

Her eyes were fixed on Bai Lian's blood-stained pale face: "What? Can a corpse demon marry a woman?"

Before Bai Lian could answer, Li Jiujiu, who was pushed away, exploded.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and she couldn't stop her tears: "Why not! Do you think everyone in the world is as cruel and cold-blooded as you?!"

Su Jing stopped answering, and moved his sword hand slightly, as if losing patience, wanting to ignite the sword energy and kill Bai Lian completely.

However, when the right hand moved for the first time, a cold jade hand came from nowhere, and covered the back of her hand without any breath.

Su Jing looked at Wen Hanwei calmly: "Release."

Wen Hanwei's eyes were filled with anger: "You are crazy, how can you hurt people indiscriminately!"

Su Jing said: "He is not a human, but a corpse."

Wen Hanwei was taken aback, unable to tell what kind of complicated emotions were in her eyes.

But the force on the back of Su Jing's hand still did not loosen, she whispered but very seriously: "Don't kill him."

Su Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, but at this moment, Bai Lian seemed to have lost all his strength, his soul was in severe pain, and he was almost unable to maintain his consciousness.

The glazed umbrella in his hand tilted down, and the scorching sun, like a poison, shone on his handsome side face, causing it to burn and hurt immediately.

No corpse demon could endure such pain, even though he was unconscious, he still roared in pain.

Wen Hanwei's complexion changed drastically, her eyes were filled with worry, she made a timely move, grabbed Bai Li'an's umbrella hand, and pushed the umbrella back for him.

Feeling the cool temperature on the back of the hand, and the blurred face of the woman protecting him in front of him.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he moistened his dry and astringent throat. With a rare sense of clarity, he said weakly, "Thank you..."

Wen Hanwei had a complicated complexion, bit her lower lip lightly: "You're welcome..."

Su Jing's black-colored eyes stared at Wen Hanwei lightly, his voice was cold and elusive: "You want to protect this corpse?"

Wen Hanwei looked at Su Jing slightly startled, as if trying to find a shadow from her dark jade eyes.

But after staring at it for a long time, those too calm eyes were too deep and peaceful to capture anything.

Wen Hanwei sighed quietly, the palm on the back of her hand was suddenly clenched tightly, and slowly pulled the Zhanqing Sword away from Bai Lian's body.

The sword's edge was like fire, hot and sharp, like a red-hot iron, mercilessly cutting his body open for the second time.

Bai Lian only felt a strong suffocation in his heart, something was passing from his body crazily, and bursts of intense pain like burning fire almost made his soul collapse again.

This time, he didn't even have the strength to groan, the palm of his umbrella hangs down weakly, he can no longer stand still, and falls backwards.

Li Jiujiu's complexion changed drastically, he knew that the corpse demon could not be exposed to the scorching sun, otherwise his soul would be blown away.

No matter how strong Su Jing's intention to kill her was, she wiped away the tears from her face and was about to step forward to support him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Hanwei, who was closest to Bai Li'an, was extremely fast.

The moment he drew the Zhanqing Sword, he seemed to have anticipated this situation, and retracted his left hand to support the glazed umbrella that was about to fall off.

The right hand held Bai Lian's shoulder steadily and gently, and embraced it in his arms. The glass-colored umbrella covered the fierce sun and poison.

The love-slashing sword was separated from the body, and the blood spattered from Bailian's wound no longer burned into fire.

The scalding scarlet blood instantly dyed most of the white school robe on Wen Hanwei's body red.

Seeing this scene, Li Jiujiu was dumbfounded, his outstretched arms froze in mid-air in shock, with a very bewildered expression.

Fang Geyu's eyes were also extremely weird.

If it is said that just now Wen Hanwei took action to protect him in desperation, it was a moment of kindness, and he would not see the young master of Taixuanzong killing innocent people.

But when she knew that Bai Lian was a corpse demon, she was able to stand unwaveringly, and still... hugged him so intimately.

You must know that the corpse demon is an inhuman monster born from the darkness. It feeds on human blood, and can even infect the corpse poison into the body of a human practitioner, and assimilate it into a bloodthirsty monster.

There are also powerful purebred corpse demons with a long history, who can kill immortals and gods with a snap of their fingers.

Compared with monsters, there may be a glimmer of life in the hands of some benevolent practitioners.

But the corpse demon... is undoubtedly the target that must be eliminated.

Not to mention being able to receive such preferential treatment from Tai Xuanzong's disciples.

Although Li Jiujiu had never seen this woman in white with a sword on her back, she was no stranger to the name 'Wen Hanwei'.

Taixuan Ninth Sutra, Fanyin Sword Sutra, Wen Hanwei!

It is a rare pure sword cultivator in the world, and its sword practice scriptures have the meaning of ancient Buddha.

During the years of retreat, he successfully crossed the catastrophe and broke the mirror 100 years ago, and then continued to retreat for a hundred years to cultivate the way of sword spirit.

There are rumors that she is not weaker than the Tianxi Sword Sect who specializes in swordsmanship in comprehension of swordsmanship, and she is a rare swordsman genius in the world.

Even Xixue Sword, ranked fourth in Tianxi, has always been obsessed with this person, and hopes that she will try the edge of Yuxiao Sword on the day she comes out of practice!

Compared with the other eight classics, the youngest, the ninth classic, is not born all year round, focusing on sharpening the sword's heart in the ten-mile forest in the secluded garden of Nanze Mountain, and comprehending the meaning of Yuxiao sword.

Even the disciples of Taixuanzong's own sect are extremely difficult to see a strange side.

But now, she appeared in Feiyun Mountain with the man who was holding her Li Jiujiu in his arms?
She is really a little confused.

The blood stained on the blade of the Love Slashing Sword gradually faded into nothingness.

Su Jing pointed the tip of the sword in his hand obliquely, seeing Wen Hanwei's appearance of protecting the little corpse demon in every possible way, his eyes became colder and colder, but the sword's lingering intent gradually dissipated.

Her long black hair fluttered in the mountain wind, and she said calmly: "Su Guanhai once said that corpse demons are undead evil things that do not exist in the world. If you see them, you will kill them under the sword regardless of cause and effect in this life."

Su Guanhai is the Lord of Taixuan, one of the three famous immortals in the world.

Wen Hanwei shook her head slightly, looking at Su Jing without any compromise.

Instead, his expression became more and more unhappy, and even... a little angry: "It doesn't matter whether he is a corpse or not. The important thing is that he is my only friend."

There was a sudden change on Li Jiujiu's face, and he suddenly remembered what Fang Geyu said that night: There is adultery!

Wen Hanwei's long and narrow eyes gradually opened, and she was a little more mocking: "What's more, you, Su Jing, when did you really listen to the suzerain's words? How come today, the suzerain's order has become your reason for killing?"

Su Jing was quiet for a while, and finally under Wen Hanwei's relaxed gaze, he slowly returned to the sheath.

She stared at Li Jiujiu lightly, the biting hostility in it was still the same as when she first met him in the tavern, but she said slowly: "Daughter of Li Hezong, I don't have to kill him."

Li Jiujiu and Fang Geyu were completely stunned.

You made all kinds of big noises today, isn't it just to kill her?

Why don't you kill him all of a sudden now?
Before everyone could relax, they heard her tone of coldness: "But this corpse demon must not be left behind."

Su Jing's eyes were deeply focused on the comatose young man in Wen Hanwei's arms, and his black jade-like eyes were cold, as if he hated Wen Hanwei's embrace and protection of the young corpse.

"After 200 years of retreat, although I have cultivated the sword heart, it is not necessarily a good thing."

Wen Hanwei was stunned, her eyes seemed to be a little surprised: "You can see it?" Then the slender eyes narrowed deeply, and there was deep anger in them.

"Since you can see it all, why do you still..."

"Give him to me." Su Jing interrupted indifferently: "Keeping him by my side is not a good thing."

As she said that, she stared at the past with a slight mockery, watching Wen Hanwei lose consciousness in her arms, and slowly opened her scarlet eyes as a young man who turned into an instinctive bloodthirsty boy.

Staring straight at Wen Hanwei's snow-white neck, her Adam's apple kept throbbing in pain.

Both hands stretched out together, hugging her shoulders tightly, and approaching her neck with lips bared with white fangs.

The corners of Su Jing's thin lips slightly raised: "Look, the eyeballs are turning red, are you sure he is still your friend?"

Wen Hanwei only felt the warm lips rubbing against her neck, as if she wanted to find a suitable place to speak.

Her icy fangs grazed her snow-white skin, and from a distance, she looked like a pair of lovers who were hugging each other and reunited after a long absence.

Regarding the touch between her neck, Wen Hanwei's expression remained unchanged, she didn't care whether he would bite it off the next moment, the fangs pierced through her neck, passing the corpse poison into her body.

I saw the corners of her lips curled up, and under this slight smile, her cold demeanor actually faded a little, and became a little more gentle and carefree.

"Then let's see, as my only friend, will he lose to his desire to eat my blood?"

Su Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone was still calm, as if he was narrating calmly: "You are crazy."

"No, I'm calm."

Wen Hanwei smiled lightly, two small dimples appeared on the sides of her cheeks, and then let go of the palm around Bai Li'an's shoulder.

The palm moved up slowly, gently supported the back of his neck, and pressed his head slightly hard against the skin of his snowy neck.

The fangs that were searching for the location of the blood vessels suddenly pierced the snow-white skin, and several bright red blood beads rolled down into Bai Lian's lips.

The pure fragrance of blood from the Transcendence Tribulation Realm made his eyes brighten, and a roar of unknown meaning came out from the depths of his throat.

Ten fingers tightly pinched into the opponent's soft skin, and with a fierce push of the arm out of control, Wen Hanwei, who had no resistance, was heavily pressed into the mountain dust.

A generation of Taixuan Nine Classics, a woman of shocking talent who was famous all over the world, was so easily overwhelmed to the ground by a little corpse demon who had only awakened for a few months.

Li Jiujiu was stunned!

Fang Geyu wiped the blood on his neck casually with his sleeve, calmed down, and whistled frivolously: "This is really a good show."

Father Shan can predict the future?He actually chose such an interesting little... corpse demon to succeed the new mountain lord.

Suddenly, Fang Geyu's mind suddenly remembered the pomegranate juice that Lin Yuan brought to Si Chen every day.

She gritted her teeth secretly.

It turned out that the little lady Lin Yuan already knew that he was a corpse demon, and she didn't report it, she really deserved a spanking.

Su Jing frowned, looking at the woman in white who was being pressed down by the corpse boy, his face was slightly ugly.

"The poison of the corpse demon is the most difficult to get rid of. Even if you are in a state of calamity, once the poison enters your body, it may take ten years to get rid of the poison."

Wen Hanwei raised his eyebrows, and did not forget to hold up the glass umbrella in his hand to shield him from the scorching sun.

The long and narrow eyes actually raised a few hints of provocation: "Try it."

Su Jing was stung by the provocative gaze, and a dangerous fire began to emerge from his seemingly calm black eyes.

But after all, she didn't say anything, and looked at them quietly, as if she really wanted to see if this corpse demon could suppress its bloodthirsty nature under the extreme weakness and confusion.

Seeing Su Jing like this, Wen Hanwei withdrew his gaze tiredly, and gently raised the plain hand stroking Bai Li'an's pale neck.

He patted his head as if comforting: "I'm sorry, I always thought that you didn't come to Youyuan to find me once in 200 years, and you forgot my friend, but you never thought that you have become like this!" appearance.

As a friend, I underestimated your concerns and ignored your troubles. I only know how to teach you the Burning River Sword Jue and Taixuan Kung Fu. I am very happy that you are always by my side, but I have never thought about knowing your story , it's my fault, it's my fault..."

As she spoke, she smiled slightly: "However, it's really good to be able to meet here today."

After talking, the dangerous sound in Bailian's throat continued to roll out from his lips, his mouth was already wide open, and he was about to bite down.

Suddenly...

A familiar scent of cold bamboo, from Xueying's texture, through the thin clothes, seemed to float to Bai Li'an's nose faintly.

The chaotic consciousness suddenly cracked a long clear memory.

He paused the movement of his mouth, a pair of scarlet blood-like eyes trembling crazily in their sockets.

There was still the pure fragrance of the other party's blood between the lips and teeth, and all the skin and bones all over his body were screaming in pain to force him to eat!

But looking at the blurred and picturesque face in front of him, he seemed to see the gurgling stream, and the woman dancing her sword in the bamboo leaves all over the sky.

The clear sound of the sword's edge is pleasant to the ear, the wind is creeping and the grass is thin, and the birds and insects are singing. Everything seems to be close at hand, and in the blink of an eye, it seems to be far away.

Bai Lian had a splitting headache, holding her head in pain as if it was about to explode, and slowly moved her away. Even though he couldn't breathe, his chest still heaved violently.

He sat on top of the woman's soft waist, his mind went blank, but with his mouth open, a long and familiar title echoed hoarsely in the wind and forest in the mountains.

"Wen...sister..."

　Besides, Beibei is short, Beibei is... Beibei is... Beibei is sticking out his ass! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)