After Li Ji heard this, his brows moved slightly, obviously not recognizing that the Heavenly Ghost could also receive a name from his master like him.
Although there was a hint of resistance in his eyes, he never uttered a word to refute.
Xihe Zhaowu lowered his eyes calmly, with a peaceful expression.
Seeing that Flute Boy Ghost looked like he couldn't tell whether he was shocked or stupid, Bai Lian thought that he was as proud and untamed as the Hades Wolf, and was dissatisfied with being given a name without permission, so he said again: "If you want to get this name,
, I will make a braised dog head dish later to celebrate your welcome, and then you will be mine."
"If you don't want to continue fighting with us, then make a clear path and we won't be afraid."
Between the two options of braised dog head and fighting on the road, Long Di hesitated and pretended to weigh it, and finally chose to have a full meal.
The Bronze Sacred Tree and his party have gained a lot from it.
Because everything was within Balian's prediction.
If I have to talk about an unexpected gain, it would be the demon young master Milu.
It is a pity that the spiritual world within the Bronze Sacred Tree was not able to leave the Erhe Burial Heart.
But no matter how powerful Erhe was, he couldn't save his young master under such circumstances.
Of course, these brothers and sisters from the Demon Clan have all fallen into the hands of Balian.
On the way back to the tribe, Bai Lian and others took advantage of Li Ji's thousand-mile sword wind.
With every move of his hands and feet, Li Ji's sleeves were filled with strong winds, his sword energy was unparalleled. Under the clear night of the Qingming Festival, the wind wings soared like the legendary roc, and his moves were breathtakingly magnificent.
When the old woman stood on the ground with trembling temples in the sword wind, she was so nervous that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. She still looked like the dignified ancestor of Taixuan Zong who founded the sect, but she looked more like an old man who had never seen the world.
Country old woman.
Until now, she felt like she was in a dream, unable to believe that this disaster could be resolved so easily.
Balian followed Su Jing and was walking up the wind. Not far away, black hair suddenly came over her face. The woman in white in front of her seemed to be caught by something heavy under her feet. Her body swayed slightly and she was like a thin sheet.
It fell sideways like paper.
The sudden change happened too suddenly.
As a result, Balian was stunned for a moment, and only then did he react to the old woman's low cry. He stretched out his hand and quickly caught the woman in front of him.
With her body as light as a bone in his arms, Balian finally realized how thin and thin her body was.
Su Jing did not pass out and was still conscious, but her body was frighteningly hypothermic.
She was pale and weak, wilting in his arms, as cold as she was, as proud as she was, but at this moment she didn't even have the strength to raise her hands to push him away, like withered autumn leaves stuck in the mud, unable to get up again.
The watery moonlight shone between her pale cheeks, giving her skin a cold, hazy look.
Balian touched her thin back with his palm, and her clothes were soaked with cold sweat.
At this time, Xi He, who was walking in front, turned around and fixed his eyes on Su Jing. He stretched out his fingertips with some doubts and pointed between her eyebrows to examine her carefully.
I saw her frowning again and again, tightening again and again, which made Balian feel a little nervous and asked: "What's going on?"
Zhao Wu calmly retracted his finger and said quietly: "It's nothing, are you just looking for death?"
Su Jing slightly raised his eyes, which were filled with tiredness, as if he felt tired even when he spoke.
Balian frowned and said, "What do you mean you're courting death?"
Zhao Wu pretended to admire her: "In recent months, her three souls and seven souls have been in a dangerous state of unstable spiritual body. The old injuries on her body have not healed. In recent days, I think she has been suffering from a series of hard battles, and the five gods and humans have been extremely weak.
When it gets serious, you don’t know how to take good care of yourself, but you leave your soul and enter the bronze tree to negotiate with God without overestimating your capabilities. How is this any different from seeking death?"
After hearing these words, Bai Lian was shocked.
He thought to himself that Su Jing always abused him like this. What was even more admirable was that no one could tell anything was wrong.
If she hadn't stretched her body to the extreme, she probably wouldn't have made anyone aware of her discomfort all the way back to the tribe.
Balian helplessly picked her up and carried Huaxu's sword to the wind, and his sword went south.
The wind roared continuously in the ears, and snowflakes and ice particles fell from the sky, falling on people's faces, causing endless pain.
Balian thought for a while, then took off his winter coat and wrapped it tightly around Su Jing's body. He also carefully wrapped her cheeks with fox fur to cover her face from the wind and snow.
Su Jing's fingers were so weak that it was extremely difficult to twitch. She couldn't help coughing twice, and her pale lips inevitably turned a sickly red as she coughed.
Such a cold woman will become even more pitiable when she starts to get sick.
Although Xihe looked indifferent, he was the Shen who fell in love with this child at first sight and could not bear her to continue to suffer.
After hesitating for a while, he said: "Sir Si Chen, external objects are of no use to traumatize the soul, but the source of the sacred tree sap that can save the young demon Lord Milu today is of great help to her."
Bailian said: "That is the elixir of your Bronze Tree, can it be used by us?"
Xihe smiled and said: "Master Si Chen is the master of our generation, so he naturally has the right to use everything in the bronze tree."
Balian nodded and said, "Excuse me."
Xihe Shi Zhaowu took out a sapling. There was a leaf of clear liquid flowing in the center of the sapling, exuding the breath of the holy spring of life, refreshing the heart and mind.
Balian took the thick green liquid that contained the juice. Knowing that it was precious, he carefully approached Su Jing's lips and fed it in bit by bit.
Just after feeding her the last mouthful, Bailian wiped her mouth with his sleeve, and then heard Xihe say again: "Sir, I suddenly remembered that although this tree source has wonderful uses, it also has some side effects."
Bailian's body froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Why didn't you say something so important earlier?"
Su Jing's breath after drinking the tree source calmed down quickly at the speed of the naked eye, and his pale cheeks slowly showed a bit of blood, and the unstable soul of the Lingtai was also slowly hidden in the Zhengfu Shenzang.
Although her body was still as tired as if she had just suffered a serious illness, she finally regained some strength. She slowly stood up, put her hand on her painful forehead, and said softly: "It's much better now, but it's just...
It’s just a side effect, you’ll be fine after just one night of resistance.”
She originally thought that the side effects mentioned by Xihe were sluggish spiritual energy and body weakness, which was similar to the coldness she experienced when she was a child.
But in fact, it is completely wrong.
Seeing that her complexion was not good, Bailian stepped back in a measured manner, raised his head and said to Xihe: "I have a low body temperature, I'm afraid I didn't greet her well, why don't you come and warm her up, Zhaowu?"
Body?"
Hearing this, Xihe frowned. She originally didn't want to get close to humans, but Su Jing was an exception in her heart. They were both women, so it didn't matter.
She was about to lean over and get closer, when Su Jing slowly raised his black and white eyebrows and looked at her quietly.
Xihe swore to God that it was really just a very ordinary and calm look, but she felt an inexplicable feeling of palpitations and chills in her heart, making her feel faintly uncomfortable, and subconsciously she didn't want to get close to her.
So Xihe took a step back honestly, without saying whether it was okay or not.
Su Jing coughed twice as if he was feeling a little uncomfortable, and his face became more tired. There was a magnetic hoarseness in his cold and jade-like voice, and he said lightly: "Sleepy." If you like Long Night Walk, please bookmark it: (
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