Although Zhang Xiaozhu's body was nourished by Wutong tears, his body spots were eliminated, his blood color was restored, and he was rejuvenated, but he was still in a semi-dead state, and some body functions had not returned to normal.
"Mother, please don't do this, I feel so uncomfortable." Zhang Xiaozhu wailed softly with a sad face, unable to stand Qi Yoyo's unrestrained enthusiasm.
He felt that if word of this got out, the Jiuzhou cultivators would laugh at him to death.
Qi Yoyo blushed and said, "Stop your random thoughts and you won't feel uncomfortable."
"How can I stop thinking about things like this..." Zhang Xiaozhu was about to cry but had no tears.
"Just admiring." Qi Yoyo opened her arms, stood on tiptoes, and slowly turned around in front of Zhang Xiaozu.
"..." Zhang Xiaozhu's eyes were on fire and he almost wanted to vomit blood.
"Did you see it?" Qi Yoyo put down her feet and asked Zhang Xiaozu.
"I saw it. My mother-in-law is so beautiful that she's so beautiful that I'm so hungry."
"Bah! My mind is full of messy things." Qi Yoyo rolled her eyes at Zhang Xiaopou, then raised her right hand, stretched out her index finger, and slowly slid her fingertips across her chest, and asked, "Did you see it? The scar."
"Hehe..." Zhang Xiaopou laughed evilly and said, "I've seen it a long time ago, when we were in the underground river."
Qi Yoyo turned red in embarrassment.
"It's much lighter than that time. Don't worry, it won't affect your beauty at all." Zhang Xiaozhu comforted her.
The first time he saw the scar on Qi Yoyo's chest, it was like an earthworm climbing on her beautiful breasts, looking very ferocious, but now there is only a faint trace left. If her skin was a little darker,
Almost invisible.
"Here, here, and here..." Qi Yoyo pointed to several scars on other parts of her body, which were left when she fought on the battlefield, then took out a brown bottle from the void space and handed it to Zhang Xiaozu
, said: "Help me."
"What can I help you with?" Zhang Xiaozu reached out to take the bottle and asked in confusion.
"The bottle contains spring dew, which can help me eliminate these scars."
"Spring dew?" Zhang Xiaozu stared at the bottle and thought for a moment. After remembering what it was, he couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Have you never used it?"
This spring dew was when he took Qi Yoyo and others into the underground river to search for water sources. On the way out of the cave, he, Niu Dawa, and Zhou Jianlai accidentally discovered a few dry tigers. This spring dew was peeled off from the bodies of the dry tigers.
After Qi Yoyo found out about it, he spent money to buy it from him.
"No." Qi Yoyo shook his head, climbed onto the bed, lay down flat, and said, "You only need to cut off my scars, and then spread the spring dew over it. There are only four pieces of spring dew, you have to
Use it sparingly, otherwise I'm afraid it won't be enough."
She was not in a hurry to use it at that time, because she considered that future battles on the battlefield would most likely cause more scars on her body, and she might be injured somewhere, maybe on her face, so she thought that she would wait until the war was over and get off the battlefield to use it again.
Use these four sheets of spring dew to determine the number and location of wounds on your body.
"I don't think this is necessary at all. You are beautiful enough and don't need to suffer like this." Zhang Xiaozhu felt that the scars on Qi Yoyo's body were very light and hardly affected her appearance, so there was no need to suffer like this.
"I think it is very necessary. If you don't help me, then I will do it myself."
"Then let me help you." Seeing Qi Yoyo's resolute attitude, Zhang Xiaozhu thought that women seemed to be obsessed with pursuing beauty, so he stopped trying to persuade her.
He first opened the bottle and carefully took out a piece of spring dew, and used Hunyuan Power to cut out a section according to the length and width of the scar on Qi Yoyo's chest. Then he said to Qi Yoyo, "Be patient," and used Hunyuan Power to cut off the scar.
, he moved very quickly, and before the wound had time to bleed out, he covered the cut with spring dew, and then blood gushed out from the wound.
When the blood touches the spring dew covering the wound, it is instantly absorbed by the spring dew. Then the spring dew squirms at a speed visible to the naked eye, fuses with the flesh and blood of the wound, and turns into skin as tender as a newborn baby.
Zhang Xiaozu stretched out his finger and touched it gently. It was soft and tender, and it really felt a hundred times better than touching the scar.
A different kind of wedding night with flowers and candles was going on in this bridal chamber, which was far less intense than the bridal chamber of Niu Dawa and Jin Zhihui.
The two of them got into bed and wanted to perform the ritual of husband and wife, but unexpectedly, the phantoms of the turtle and the snake suddenly appeared on their bodies. Uncontrollably, they started attacking each other.
If it weren't for Niu Dawa's quick eyesight and quick hands, he placed a space restriction in the room to block the battle between the Sky Turtle and Soaring Snake, and the house would have been demolished by them.
Roar--
hiss--
The phantoms of the two holy beasts refused to give way to each other, and went straight to attack each other, becoming more and more fierce as they fought.
But just when Niu Dawa and Jin Zhihui felt that the wedding night could not continue, Tiangui and Tengshe suddenly grabbed each other's flaw and bit each other's neck. Then the power of the two seemed to break through some kind of barrier.
, pouring into each other's bodies respectively, blending with each other's power.
Niu Dawa and Jin Zhihui's souls trembled, and suddenly they had a wonderful feeling of being connected.
Niu Dawa's heart skipped a beat and he pressed Jin Zhihui under him.
Jin Zhihui closed her eyes shyly.
As the two of them came together, the divine power of the Heavenly Turtle and the Soaring Snake merged into the true Xuanwu divine power.
The spring breeze in May blew into the Burial Sword Valley, but it could not dissipate the cold air in the valley.
The valley is filled with ferocious sword energy and decadent death energy. This is the reluctance, tragedy and resentment left by all the swordsmen buried here, as well as the despair of the sword.
There is no green in the bare valley, only gravel and boulders, and the gray color makes people feel depressed.
The same is true for the scenery on Burial Sword Mountain.
Zhou Jianlai stood on the top of the mountain, looking down at the lifeless valley under the cliff. He also exuded a lifeless aura from his body.
There was a voice that kept ringing in his heart, saying that his swordsmanship had reached its end and struggling to the death would only increase the pain. It would be better to jump and end this miserable life.
He came to Burial Sword Mountain to feel the aura of the end of the kendo of Burial Sword Mountain, and to find a way out for his kendo in a desperate situation. However, after eight months, not only did he not succeed, but he was infected by the aura of the end of the kendo of Burial Sword Mountain, making him
My sword heart and will are getting weaker and weaker, and even gradually wavering.
"Why--"
Zhou Jianlai stared at the abyss for a long time, and suddenly he sighed, his voice filled with confusion and helplessness as he could not see the way forward, and murmured to himself: "The way forward is dead, the way back is cut off, could it be that Burial Sword Mountain is also the end of my swordsmanship, Zhou Jianlai?"
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"The road ahead is dead. Such words of resignation are not what the Brother Zhou I know would say." A voice sounded behind Zhou Jianlai.
When Zhou Jianlai heard the voice, his expression suddenly froze, his eyes showed a look of disbelief, and he slowly turned around and looked behind him, doubting whether he was hearing hallucinations in his ears.
A thin but familiar face with a smile came into his sight.
"Good brother, is it really you?" Zhou Jianlai was so excited that his voice trembled uncontrollably.
He kept his eyes open, afraid that if he blinked, the face he missed so much would disappear from his eyes.