The manual of saving male god of fast crossing system

Chapter 114 The Pure God VS The Cute Little Demon 26
Gradually, Wan Wan lost her strength and fell from mid-air, just as the crane just swooped in.

At the very moment, Di Jiucang flew to catch her thin body, and with a light wave, the crane was slapped on the mountain wall.

Crane: ...

Wanwan took a few breaths and said, "Master...Master...this disciple is incompetent..."

Di Jiucang hugged her and slowly fell to the ground.

"The swordsmanship has improved a lot, but the strength is insufficient. The power of this sword is too strong. Your cultivation level is not enough, so you can't control it for the time being."

Since she had been using the Excalibur, Wanwan's hand trembled faintly, and there was a circle of red marks on her wrist.

"Xiaobai is too serious. I just took shape, how could I beat it." Wanwan said in a low voice.

Di Jiucang raised his eyebrows lightly, "Xiaobai?"

Leaning in his arms, Wanwan blushed and said, "Master, I don't know its name, so I called it Xiaobai."

"Then let's call it Xiaobai from now on." Di Jiucang said.

Crane: ...

"Xiaobai, go get some cream." Di Jiucang ordered.

The crane lying on the corpse got up from the ground and flew towards the hall immediately.

As soon as Di Jiucang let go, Wanwan fell to the ground, and he had no choice but to hug her petite body again.

"Master...Master, I have no strength." Wanwan said embarrassedly, her bright eyes were full of grievances.

Master's crane is too powerful, and she used all her strength to deal with it, so now her hands are soft and her feet are soft. The key is that although Master's embrace is cold, it is summer, not to mention how comfortable it is.

Di Jiucang picked her up and walked towards the gazebo by the lake.

The crane soon came back with the medicine bottle in its mouth, put the medicine bottle on the table, and lay down on the wooden shelf beside the gazebo to rest. The wooden shelf was wrapped with green vines, and colorful flowers bloomed on the vines, sending out a strong smell. floral fragrance.

Di Jiucang hugged her and sat on a stone bench beside her, and pushed her sleeves away. Wanwan's skin was delicate and fair, and the red mark on her wrist was even more shocking.

"Does it hurt?" He took the cream and stroked her wrist slowly.

Wanwan shook her head lightly, "Master helped me apply the plaster and the pain stopped."

Di Jiucang lowered his eyes slightly, his black eyes were deep and unfathomable, and gently helped her to rub the ointment.

Wan Wan looked at his superb eyebrows in fascination, how could a man be so good-looking, when the breeze blew, a strand of black long hair slid down his face, and she couldn't help stretching out the other. Hand, go to get that strand of hair, hold it in your hand, feel itchy.

"Okay." Di Jiucang put away the ointment and helped her pull down the sleeves.

Wanwan let go of her hand in shock, and the lock of hair slipped quietly.

"Mmm... thank you, Master." Wanwan dared not look at him with guilty eyes.

At this moment, her stomach growled again, and Wanwan's face turned red, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Di Jiucang looked at her helplessly, now the little demon has only learned some superficial swordsmanship, and has not yet bigu, and still needs to eat.

"Xiaobai." Di Jiucang called out.

The crane got up helplessly, and flew to catch one of the captive spirit birds.

Under the tree by the lake there was a rack for Wanwan to roast the spirit bird. Di Jiucang carried the spirit bird over, Wanwan was secretly delighted, and followed him briskly.

These days, the food she baked by herself is not as delicious as Master's baked, and she can finally taste Master's handicraft again.

It was already nighttime, and there was a cold moon hanging high in the sky.

Wanwan stared at Di Jiucang with her chin propped up, and suddenly asked, "Master, do you have any wine?"

(End of this chapter)