Smelling the smell of blood that spread quickly in the air, Balian frowned, and seemed to understand something in an instant.

The hoarse and shrill muffled cough lasted for a long time before it gradually subsided. Ye Shu slowly raised half of his bluish-white face and leaned weakly on the stone. Cold sweat slid down the wet hair on his forehead to the bridge of his nose.

He casually wiped the shocking red blood stains in his palms on the hem of his clothes, and it took a long time with his trembling lips to squeeze out a sentence: "Do you have any medicine?"

Brian asked: "What medicine do you need?"

Ye Shu closed his eyes tiredly: "Whatever."

Regarding his injuries, he seemed to be prepared to deal with it casually. Balian felt that if he hadn't vomited blood and couldn't bear it anymore, he might not bother to speak.

Balian didn't know the specific extent of his injuries, so he walked over and briefly inspected his injuries.

Ye Shu, who had a withdrawn temperament, did not show much resistance to Balian's approach. He leaned on the stone and allowed Balian to "touch" him. Suddenly, as if he noticed something, he opened his eyes

Looking at Balian: "You can't see?"

Bailian hummed, and took some qi-blood-replenishing elixirs and spiritual stones from the green jade and put them in his hands:

"Most of your body has external injuries, but the injuries are very deep and seem to have been injured by the sword energy. The sword energy has invaded your bones, veins, and organs. These wound medicines can only stop your bleeding, but cannot remove the sword energy.

"

"You use these spiritual stones to restore your spiritual power. Although this sword energy is tricky, with your cultivation level, it shouldn't be difficult to stabilize this injury with a little more effort."

Ye Shu hummed, but he accepted all the gifts from Bai Lian very politely, and did not say any words of gratitude such as saying that he would repay the favor later.

He didn't even say a polite thank you. After taking the elixir, he said: "Follow Lin Zheng closely. Although he seems very uncoordinated on weekdays, he still has deep plans when it comes to major matters. He

There is really a way to lead everyone out of the devil's world safely. If you follow him, you won't die in this ghost place."

Balian glanced at him and said, "The sword spirit that Lin Zheng brought back was actually taken by you, right?"

The sword energy of the Dragon-Slaying Sword is so unusual.

Although Lin Zheng is the feudal prince and is respected among these monks, there are several older monks in the mine who are above him in terms of cultivation.

None of them dared to go off alone to capture the sword spirit. With Lin Zheng's cultivation, it was even more impossible for him to only sustain minor injuries after successfully capturing the sword spirit.

On the contrary, Ye Shu, who returned from an outing with him, was seriously injured, but the person who enjoyed the achievements and glory was Lin Zheng.

Ye Shu's frozen eyebrows showed no emotion: "As those people said just now, Lin Zheng is my master. Since I am the son of a servant, the sword spirit transformed by me is nothing compared to what he captured."

respectively."

There was no hint of unwillingness in his tone, and the words 'son of a servant' didn't seem to bring much humiliation to him.

But Bai Lian noticed that he did not address Lin Zheng as Little Marquis like that group of people, but called him by his first name.

In terms of temperament and conversation, he does not look like an ordinary domestic slave, and his attitude towards Lin Zheng is also very subtle.

Bailian couldn't tell how much he respected Lin Zheng, but when Lin Zheng abandoned his identity as a young marquis, when he endured the humiliation and became a war slave willingly, he was the only domestic servant around Lin Zheng.

You must know that monks in the Tuohai Realm are outstanding backbone talents even in the Shangyang Academy of Ze Kingdom.

However, he chose to wear a collar with Lin Zheng in this foreign land, enduring the demon's death threats day and night, and living these years without dignity and humiliation.

Balian felt extremely strange.

Just talking about these actions, Ye Shu can be regarded as a top loyal soldier, and Lin Zheng doesn't look like a careless playboy. Although he can get such a loyal person, he can't even do the most basic things.

No courtesy at all.

Even... he was extremely indifferent to Ye Shu's life and death.

The way this master and servant get along is also extremely strange.

The spirit stones given by Balian have long been used up, but he doesn't know whether it's because the injuries in Ye Shu's body are more serious than he thought, or because his own body is different from ordinary people, and all the troublesome sword energy in his body depends on him.

Expelled cleanly.

However, the external injury did nothing to stop the bleeding.

The smell of blood in the air is getting stronger and stronger.

Balian had no choice but to take out the full-moon wine gourd and sway it gently in his hand. The wish beads made a clear collision sound with the gourd wall. With the gentle sliding of his fingers, the trace of blood on the lower end of the gourd was hidden, and then he poured out the wine.

The gourd pushed out: "Please have a drink."

Ye Shu's eyes moved slightly, and he saw that the wine in the clear jade gourd barely touched the bottom of the gourd. The wine was not good enough, but it really only had one sip.

He took the gourd and took a sip, but he could not feel the feeling of the liquid entering his throat. He could only feel a cool breath flowing down his throat and into his lower abdomen.

My whole body felt warm, and the wounds everywhere on my body felt numb and slightly itchy, which was very comfortable.

After a while, the blood stopped coagulating and the wound miraculously scabbed and healed.

The depleted Qi and blood and the exhausted spiritual power in the body were suddenly extremely abundant, and the whole body seemed to have endless strength.

Ye Shu held the wine gourd in his hand, his face no longer pale was full of astonishment, he looked at Balian blankly and said: "This wine..."

Bailian said: "After all, he is the hero who hunts the sword spirit tonight. It's just a sip of wine. It's not too much."

The fingers holding the wine gourd tightened unconsciously. Ye Shu opened his mouth but no sound came out. After a long time, he laughed at himself and said: "Hero? You are the first person to say such a thing to me.

"

But he is not worthy of dreaming of being a hero.

Being loyal to one's bones and shedding blood have always been the privileges of people like Lin Zheng.

Ye Shu closed his eyes and rubbed the jade gourd under his fingertips: "But I still want to thank you for the wine. If you have the opportunity to go to Zeguo's 'Yunzhong' in the future, I will treat you to try the local delicacy almond tofu."

Sweet."

Balian couldn't see him, but when he said this, the expression on his face was very gentle and seemed sad.

"Almond bean curd? Hehe, you have served me for so many years, and this is the first time I have heard that you like this kind of thing."

A sudden cold snort caused the air around him to suddenly condense, and the atmosphere suddenly seemed to be as tense as a bow.

The cold wind blew up Ye Shu's blood-stained green clothes and took away the blood on his face.

Lin Zheng, the young marquis, carried two bottles of wine and walked over drunkenly. After walking a few steps, he burped from the wine and came to Ye Shu's side drunkenly.

Lin Zheng reached out and patted his shoulder, without deliberately avoiding the injuries on his body. He unexpectedly said, "Oh?"

Already."

While speaking, Lin Zheng glanced at the wine gourd in Ye Shu's hand. His eyes suddenly became sharp and he sneered: "What? You feel that I stole your limelight and couldn't let you drink the toasts of those people, so I carried it on my back.

Am I secretly drinking here alone?"

Ye Shu leaned back slightly, as if he was disgusted with the smell of alcohol on his body. Seeing his strange expression, he quickly returned the wine gourd he was playing with to Balian.

Lin Zheng, as if he couldn't feel Bai Lian's presence, threw the unopened jar of wine in his hand into Ye Shu's arms. The wine splashed out and stained his clothes: "Since you are so happy, come and have a drink with your master.

"

Ye Shu didn't even pick up the wine jar that was almost rudely thrown at him. He remained stunned and let the jar of wine fall to pieces on the ground.

The refreshing aroma of wine overflows.

Lin Zheng's face turned cold, and he was about to have an attack, but he saw Ye Shu raising a pair of dark and cold eyes numbly. He did not speak, nor was he angry, he was silent and restrained.

Those eyes looked straight into people's hearts, making Lin Zheng inexplicably tremble.

After all, Ye Shu didn't say anything, not even a word of apology for the precious sword he destroyed.

He slowly stood up and pushed Lin Zheng away, as if to keep a distance from him. Like a wild beast smelling the scent of a hunting knife, he hunched his back and left further away.

Lin Zheng was carrying the remaining jar of wine, his expression already extremely ugly.

It wasn't until Ye Shu's back completely disappeared into the forest of ink that Lin Zheng withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Balian. The spikes and malice all over his body were instantly cleared away, and he smiled at Balian.

, said: "Brother, you are also a Taixuan disciple, right? It's so late, and the earth's veins are extremely cold. Do you want a drink?"

Bailian said: "We were in the cave just now. Didn't the young Marquis and those fellow Taoists drink enough?"

"Fellow Taoist?" Lin Zheng sneered, his words particularly disdainful: "They are just a bunch of sycophants."

Bailian looked surprised.

Lin Zheng sat down on the stone where Ye Shu was sitting just now, and said: "They are all trophies captured by the demons. They were thrown into the war slave camp and deprived of their dignity and human rights. When they wear that collar, they look like dogs."

From the moment they were trapped by demons, they were no longer my fellow Taoists."

Baili Anshen added: "I think the collar around the young marquis's neck must have been taken off not long ago, right?"

Lin Zheng's drunken face froze, and then he said helplessly: "If my family hadn't fallen into decline, why would I have left the noble young master's blessings and come to this hellish place to suffer as a slave?"

"What about Ye Shu?"

"What?"

"I think that Ye Shu is quite different from the sycophants described by the young marquis. So for some reason, the young marquis seems to be more disgusted and disgusted with him?"

Mentioning Ye Shu, Lin Zheng's face instantly darkened. He raised the wine jar in his hand and took a sip, saying: "If your father gave birth to an illegitimate child outside and brought it home to raise, you would also be concerned about it."

I won’t like this person.”

illegitimate child?

Balian was startled, but he didn't expect it to be because of this.
To be continued...