The rabbit sighed, stood on his lap and started gesticulating.
He used his claws on his head, indicating that his broken shell was more difficult to use. He was short and had a big butt, so he couldn't even hit his knees when he jumped.
Then he took out the half carrot pitifully and touched the carrot with a resentful look, as if to say that rabbits' weapons are so shabby.
Finally, he stretched out a short furry leg, looking like he was about to cry, indicating that you are five steps ahead of me. What else is there to dislike?
Bailian was stunned. His rabbit couldn't understand human language, but it could still comfort people in different ways. It was really versatile.
But seeing the depression and helplessness in Rabbit's eyes, he was really dissatisfied with this body.
Balian comforted him in turn: "Xiaotu, you have a demon body. Although it is not very convenient now, as long as you practice hard, you will be able to transform into a human being in the future."
Unlike him, although Su Jing has a good body and can taste all kinds of flavors in the world, and knows the warmth and cold of spring and autumn, this is a beauty that he can never seek again in this life.
But no matter how beautiful it is, this is still a girl's body.
If Su Jing's soul cannot be brought back, it will really be a headache.
For some reason, the snow under the Ghost Mountain is getting colder and colder.
This majestic and continuous pitch-black mountain range is like a ten-thousand-foot magic blade that is about to be frozen and hidden in the snow. The world, which had very little green in the first place, is covered by the black and white color, leaving only the intimidating severity and weirdness.
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Balian knew that the second realm was definitely not a good place and he had to leave as soon as possible.
The bite from the centipede-faced girl was very deep and the wound was spread over a wide area, making it more troublesome to deal with.
Fortunately, he had the build of a young man, and Su Jing was half a head taller than him, so Bailian didn't think so. Anyway, Fang Geyu was going around drinking and drinking, so he wouldn't come here.
Facing his own body, he didn't have so many taboos. He simply leaned half-leaning in the shallow stream and hugged his body into his arms to stabilize his body and prevent his hard body from slipping down from the river.
The rabbit became very quiet, watching the scene in the river quietly, as if he was deep in thought.
Balian's skill in treating the wound was very good. The turbid black air that spread over most of his chest and abdomen was quickly cleaned up, and the bleeding wounds were wrapped with bandages one by one.
While I was tying my clothes, a rustling sound came from the dense forest on the other side of the river.
It's the sound of footsteps.
And it’s not just one person’s footsteps.
The footsteps sounded one after another.
The footsteps in front were hurried and seemed very impatient, as if they were trying to get rid of the following of the person behind them.
From the deeper jungle behind, Ying Xiu's helpless voice came out.
"The two realms of Ghost Mountain are full of dangers, and there are demons and human beings everywhere. Miss Yin, you ignored the rules and crossed the river. You have already spent most of your spiritual energy. Your physical strength will definitely be exhausted, so why bother to hold on stubbornly.
Although my team does not have the power to travel through the ghost mountains, it is still united and is not afraid of foreign enemies. It is better than you alone and alone, Miss Yin..."
As soon as he heard the words "Miss Yin", Balian's scalp went numb and he knew something bad was going to happen.
He stood up stiffly and was about to escape, but it was too late.
A plain palm covered by a large crimson sleeve impatiently pushed aside the long vines, and a bleak but attractive figure loomed out of the darkness.
Her beautiful brows and eyes were full of impatience and resentment, and her waist was buzzing with cold, as if she might take her out of her sheath and carry her across the river at any time.
Unexpectedly, the next moment, the cold sound stopped and suddenly became silent.
The delicate little boot that stepped on the vines sank into the soft and moist grass and froze.
Ying Xiu, who was following closely behind but didn't dare to follow too closely, couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he saw her stop.
He thought she was moved by the words of his plea, and hurriedly chased after him. Just as he was about to strike while the iron was hot, he heard Yin Baishuang, who had her back turned to him, let out a cold snort.
This cold snort was completely different from the usual sarcasm, as if it contained some unexplained emotions.
She pushed aside the vines, walked out, stood on the river bank, folded her arms, looked interested, and pronounced a name that even shocked Ying Xiu: "Su Jing, so elegant."
Su Jing?
Ying Xiu's heart suddenly suddenly felt bad.
These two people are really inseparable from each other. The two realms of Ghost Mountain are so big that they have been separated for such a long time and yet they meet again in such a short period of time.
What kind of evil fate is this?!
Because of all the absurd deeds that happened when he was young, even though a hundred years have passed, Ying Xiu believes that he is a man with an open mind and has long since put it down.
But knowing that she was about to see Su Jing again, she felt an uncontrollable feeling in her heart that was complicated and unexplainable.
Why are you so hopeless?
Ying Xiu deeply hated the waywardness in his bones, but there was nothing he could do about it.
Ying Xiu, who has always been strict with himself and devoted his whole life to one person, will never allow himself to show any useless emotions.
He only thought that this was a superficial relationship between the young masters of the three sects in the world. The lifelines of the three sects were originally one and the same and dependent on each other.
He is both an old friend and a comrade, and avoids him. Doesn't it show that he has a past that he can't let go of?
After Ying Xiu found a reasonable explanation for himself, he stepped over the kudzu weeds with a look of relief and followed Yin Baishuang not far or near.
When crossing the river, he knew that Su Jing had woken up.
Ying Xiu looked calm and calm on the face, but he was slightly nervous and confused in his heart. He secretly wondered what kind of expression he should face in order to be able to resolve them without appearing to be trapped by the past, without revealing any flaws, and without losing his identity and grace.
What about the awkwardness between the three of them?
Until his eyes really caught the woman in white by the river, Ying Xiu realized that he had really overthought it.
It turned out that there were not three people.
But four people.
He finally understood why Yin Baishuang made such a weird sneer.
Yingxiu looked at the scenery of water and mountains with an expressionless face. The long river bank was surrounded by the night, reflecting the faint blue.
The sparkling water reflected her appearance in white clothes and snow, floating into his sight like a cloud of smoke. She held an unconscious young man in her arms.
The handsome boy's clothes were disheveled, and the belt of his obscene clothes was completely loose, and he had no time to tie it up.
Being washed away by the slow river water, his clothes rippled open, exposing his bloody waist and abdomen and his pale and unhealthy skin.
There was a momentary confusion and helplessness in her eyes that wanted to escape, but she quickly calmed down and sat quietly in the gurgling stream.
Her snow-colored clothes floated like a white lotus in the stream. She had long eyelashes like feathers and looked at the two uninvited guests with a faint look.
Su Jing and the boy.
Hugging each other in the river.
The boy's head was resting on her chest without restraint, his sleeping face was pale and peaceful.
A scene that seemed absurd no matter how you looked at it, actually happened in front of two people.
Not to mention that the young man was unable to cover his body with clothes and was unconscious. In order to stabilize his figure, Su Jing's left hand was passing through his waist, and her delicate and cold white palm was pressed against the young man's abdomen.
So that he was not washed away by the running water.
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