Chu Lin's eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings again. This twisted Iceberg Bodhisattva did not give the answer Jiang Su wanted. He asked to himself:
"Do you know why the demon cultivator became a demon?"
"If you ask me, do I have to tell you?" Jiang Su asked back.
"Then don't say it."
"...You don't understand even if I say it."
"Tell me and listen." He persisted.
"..."
"When the sky moves, there is a plague. Being possessed by a demon is similar to contracting a plague. The demonic energy is transmitted into the body of a monk through spiritual power. The monk who is possessed by the demon is a monk who has contracted this disease."
Aura is a unique communication medium in the world of cultivation. Demonic energy is a virus unique to the world of cultivation. Demonic energy is a unique infectious disease in the world of cultivation.
"Is this your purpose of driving me out of hysteria?" There was no fear on the girl's face, with a slight smile on her lips.
She dusted off her green clothes, put one hand on the ground, and stood up crookedly from the ground.
Chu Lin did not deny it and slightly nodded.
"Well, if you don't go crazy, you can't escape from the thinking of ordinary monks. I'm not a medical practitioner, and I can't solve this matter if I don't practice medicine."
"Now I need you..."
Before Chu Lin finished speaking, an ancient rusty hatchet flashed in front of his eyes.
Jiang Su held the killing blow in his hand and chopped at Chu Lin's neck without any rules, each blow was vicious and vicious, "Hahahahahahaha, you want to use me? Hahahahaha, how can I know whether you are serious or not?
"
She almost copied every movement she made while watching Dong Yiyi practice his sword, and the hatchet had already cut out shadows.
"Hahahahaha, the world of cultivation is fake! The novel is also fake, and I am fake too, hahahahaha."
Chu Lin's body skills were not inferior to Fang Zhe's, and the girl's clumsy "sword skills" could not touch a single strand of his hair.
His white eyebrows furrowed slightly and he thought to himself: "It's such a bad thing. Did it drive her completely crazy?
"Then how can we get her to find a way to save this special plague?"
"No, no, no, I am real, and the world of cultivation is also real. I am Jiang Su, the daughter of the medical fairy. I am the cannon fodder in the book!"
Jiang Su's mood suddenly dropped, and her eyes were full of loneliness. She struggled and was puzzled. She suddenly put down the hatchet and held her head in her hands.
"Bang-dang--" The sound of killing people falling to the ground was too abrupt in the forest.
"Who am I...who am I..."
"Am I reviewing...or am I cultivating...ahhhhhhhh!!!"
Jiang Su punched her forehead several times with her fist, causing the skin under the fist to become red and swollen. She stumbled towards the bamboo fence, and her feet became unsteady several times and she fell into the forest.
"Who am I? What am I..."
Fang Zhe stopped breaking the barrier.
He saw the right moment outside the barrier, reached out and grabbed the girl's skirt, lifted her up to prevent her from falling again, and took the girl away from the bamboo courtyard without looking back.
Chu Lin saw this scene and did not stop him. He was as calm as if he was integrated into this mountain forest painting with smoke curling up, isolated and independent.
"Who am I? I can't see clearly! I can't see clearly! What do I need these eyes for? There are no trees in the laundry room! This is the world of cultivation!"
"No, I'm reviewing! Osteoporosis is a decrease in normal bone tissue per unit volume. Pathological reflexes include Babinski's sign, Oppenheim's sign, Gordon's sign, and Chaddock's sign. Report to the examiner, I have brought it with me
Hats and masks. If the evil is always lingering in Qi, you can hope that the evil will be eliminated by sweating..."
"Pah, pah, pah, pah -"
Jiang Su slapped his mouth wildly with his hands, causing his originally bloodless cheeks to turn red, and blood flowed faintly from the corners of his mouth.
Her whole body was in a state of extreme excitement, and she fanned more and more vigorously.
Fang Zhe couldn't stand it anymore and clamped her arm with his other hand to force her to stop. The next second, Jiang Su went to bite his arm.
"You... uh uh uh, again... uh uh uh..."
She kicked Fang Zhe's body hard with her legs, shaking from side to side, trying to get rid of his restraints.
"Susu!"
A familiar female voice sounded in the forest.
Just like the gentle soul-catching sword, it pierces the girl's confusion...
Jiang Su was stunned, and her legs naturally hung down. She no longer struggled, and she no longer spoke hard, and could only bite Fang Zhe's arm muscles.
"It's...little senior sister..."
"Little senior sister..."
The girl's calmness was due to a subconscious behavior, which was engraved in her bones. She persuaded herself many times in her heart that as long as she was in front of Dong Yiyi, she would be a good child.
She is not hysterical or mentally ill, she is just a carefree, lively and cheerful girl of fifteen.
There were two lines of clear tears in the corners of Jiang Su's eyes, flowing down her slightly red cheeks and onto Fang Zhe's arms.
She relaxed her mouth and stopped biting. Her eyes glanced to both sides unnaturally, her neck receded and she clenched her teeth. She didn't know what to say to the little senior sister, and she was a little nervous.
Did the little senior sister see it? Did you see the way I slapped myself? What did the little senior sister think of me? Will the little senior sister hate me? Will the little senior sister think that I am a hypocritical person?
"Susu, just be fine."
"boom--"
The earth trembled, the mountains shook, the sky collapsed, and the tall building built by the girl collapsed instantly.
It's not the movement of the wind, it's not the movement of flags, it's not the movement of benevolence, it's the movement of the heart.
But not seeing you for half a day is like water flowing backward for three lifetimes.
Her rotten heart had already turned against her on that spring day when the sword shadows were scattered and the silver light was mottled.
The girl sobbed loudly: "Sister, I miss you so much!"
Dong Yiyi skillfully stepped forward and took Jiang Su from Fang Zhe's hand, holding the little girl tightly in his arms.
"Don't be afraid, Susu, isn't the little senior sister here?"
She gently wiped away the glistening tears on the girl's face with her hands, and wiped away the bloodshot eyes from the corners of her mouth with her sleeves.
"Susu."
"What's wrong, little senior sister?" The girl's eyes were red.
"Next time you and I meet again after separation, can I choke first?"
"..."
"Okay...little senior sister."
Dong Yiyi smiled, found the anti-swollen plaster in the storage bag, and gently applied it on Jiang Su's face, saying warmly: "If you don't see me next time, don't be so anxious. Just stand where you are, little sister."
Senior sister will come to find you and take you back."
There was unconcealable distress in her eyes.
Jiang Su smiled naively when he heard this.
Just now, Dong Yiyi never looked back after rushing out of the city gate. It's not that she didn't hear the sound of the city gate falling, it's not that she didn't hear the calls from her fellow gatekeepers, she even knew that Shen Yunyang was coming to chase her.
But she has selfish motives, and she has to find Jiang Su first.
It didn't matter that the elders of the sect were coming and she shouldered the responsibility. It didn't matter that everyone was injured and she sought medical treatment to cure the illness. It didn't matter that she had to seek friendship from the same sect.
It was she, Dong Yiyi, who was a stranger in this foreign land, in this time of turmoil, chaos and danger, and she had to keep Jiang Su under her nose.