Balian's body moved slightly, as if he wanted to pull out the sword, because his soul was in so much pain that his will almost collapsed.
He wanted to bite her white neck hard and suck the tempting and delicious blood in her body.
Just a slight movement caused several veins to pop out on his forehead.
Su Jing calmly glanced at Li Jiujiu, who was already sobbing behind him.
Abnormal for a moment, he did not continue to kill her, but asked: "Do you like her? Are you willing to die for her?"
Bai Lian didn't expect that the other party would suddenly ask such a question. When his eyes moved, he found that Fang Geyu, whose back was turned to her, was winking at him crazily.
The meaning is obvious, that is to impress the ice-like woman in front of him with his infatuation.
Parian smiled bitterly in his heart. He has never been a sensational person, not to mention that he has always been confused about feelings.
Does he like Li Jiujiu?
He couldn't help but ask himself.
After a while, he shook his head: "But the relationship between two people is far from the level of liking her."
Su Jing's slender eyes gradually narrowed: "Why are you fighting so hard for him?"
Facing her frighteningly dark eyes, for some reason, Balian spoke the truth in his heart and no longer concealed it: "On the edge of dew, the responsibility lies with me. I dare not avoid it, let alone fear it."
"Dew's Edge?"
Su Jing slowly rolled these four words between his teeth, and there was a hint of confusion between his brows.
It was obvious that she didn't come into contact with this word very much on weekdays, so she thought about it for a long time before finally finding out what it meant.
Her eyes narrowed at Balian's blood-stained pale face: "What? Can a corpse demon also combine with a woman?"
Before Bai Lian had time to answer, Li Jiujiu was pushed away and his hair suddenly exploded.
Her eyes were red and swollen, and she couldn't stop crying: "Why not! Do you think everyone in the world is as cruel and cold-blooded as you?!"
Su Jing stopped answering, and the hand holding the sword moved slightly, as if he had lost patience and wanted to ignite the sword energy and kill Balian completely.
However, when her right hand first moved, a cold jade hand came from nowhere and covered the back of her hand without any breath.
Su Jing looked at Wen Hanwei calmly: "Let go."
Wen Hanwei's eyes were filled with anger: "You are crazy, how can you hurt people indiscriminately!"
Su Jing said: "He is not a human, he is a corpse demon."
Wen Hanwei was startled, and she couldn't tell the complicated emotions in her eyes.
But the pressure on the back of Su Jing's hand still didn't loosen, and she said in a low voice but extremely seriously: "Don't kill him."
Su Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, and at this moment, Balian seemed to have lost all his strength, his soul was in severe pain, and he could hardly maintain his consciousness.
The glazed umbrella in his hand tilted downwards, and the scorching sun, like a poison, shone on the side of his handsome face, causing severe burns and pain.
No corpse demon can endure such pain. Even if he is unconscious, he still screams in pain.
Wen Hanwei's complexion changed drastically, and her eyes were filled with worry. She took action in time, took hold of Bai Lian's hand holding the umbrella, and pushed the umbrella back straight for him.
He felt the cool temperature on the back of his hand and the blurry face of the woman protecting him in front of him.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he moistened his dry and dry throat. He still had a rare clarity of consciousness, and said weakly: "Thank you..."
Wen Hanwei had a complex expression and bit her lower lip: "You're welcome..."
Su Jing's ink-colored eyes stared at Wen Hanwei faintly, and his voice was cold but filled with unpredictable emotions: "Do you want to protect this corpse demon?"
Wen Hanwei was slightly startled when she looked at Su Jing, as if she wanted to find a shadow in her dark jade eyes.
But Xun stared for a long time, his eyes that were too calm were too deep and calm to capture anything.
Wen Hanwei sighed quietly, and the palm on the back of her hand suddenly clenched hard, and she slowly pulled the Love-Destroying Sword away from Balian's body.
The sword's edge was like fire, hot and sharp, like a red-hot iron, mercilessly slicing his body open for the second time.
Balian only felt a strong feeling in his heart, something was flowing crazily from his body, and waves of intense and fiery pain almost caused his soul to collapse again.
This time, he didn't even have the strength to groan. The palm holding the umbrella dropped weakly. He could no longer stand firm and fell backwards.
Li Jiujiu's expression changed drastically, knowing that the corpse demon could not be exposed to the scorching sun, otherwise his soul would be destroyed.
No matter how strong Su Jing's murderous intention was towards her, she wiped the tears from her face and stepped forward to support him.
Unexpectedly, Wen Hanwei, who was closest to Bai Lian, was extremely fast.
The moment he drew out the Love-Severing Sword, he seemed to have anticipated this situation, and used his left hand to hold up the glass umbrella that was about to fall.
His right hand firmly and gently held Bailian's shoulder, hugging him into his arms. The glazed umbrella covered everything from the scorching sun.
The love-cutting sword left the body, and the blood spurting out of Balian's wound no longer burned and turned into fire.
The hot scarlet blood dyed most of Wen Hanwei's white school robe red in an instant.
Seeing this scene, Li Jiujiu was speechless. His outstretched arms froze in mid-air in shock, and his expression was at a loss.
Fang Geyu's eyes were also extremely weird.
If Wen Hanwei acted out of desperation to protect him just now, it was because she was kind-hearted and could not see the young master of Xuanzong murdering innocent people.
But when she knew that Balian was a corpse demon, she was able to remain unwavering in her stance and hold him in her arms so...so intimately.
You must know that the corpse demon is an inhuman monster born from darkness. It feeds on human blood. It can also infect corpse poison into the bodies of human practitioners and assimilate them into bloodthirsty monsters.
There are even more powerful purebred corpse demons with a long history, who can kill immortals and gods at the click of a finger.
Compared to monsters, there may be a glimmer of hope in the hands of some kind-hearted practitioners.
But the corpse demon... is undoubtedly the target that must be eliminated.
Not to mention being able to get such preferential treatment from the disciples of Taixuan Sect.
Although Li Jiujiu had never seen this woman in white clothes with a sword on her back, he was no stranger to the name 'Wen Hanwei'.
The Ninth Sutra of Taixuan, the Brahma Yin Sword Sutra, Wen Hanwei!
A rare pure sword cultivator in the world, his sword cultivation scriptures have the meaning of ancient Buddha.
During the years of seclusion, he successfully overcame the tribulation and broke the mirror a hundred years ago, and then continued to be in seclusion for a hundred years, cultivating the way of sword and soul.
There are rumors that her understanding of swordsmanship is not weaker than that of the Tianxi Sword Sect who specializes in swordsmanship. She is a rare swordsmanship genius in the world.
Even Xixue Sword, ranked fourth in Tianxi, has always been thinking about this person, hoping that when she comes out of seclusion, she can test the edge of her sword to control the sky!
Compared with the other Eight Meridians who never see their heads, the youngest Ninth Meritorious Master has not been born for many years, focusing on sharpening his sword heart in the ten-mile forest of Nanze Mountain's secluded garden and understanding Yuxiao's sword intention.
Even the disciples of the Taixuan Sect find it extremely difficult to see anything strange.
But now, she appeared in Feiyun Mountain with her man Li Jiujiu in her arms?
She was really a little confused.
The blood stained on the edge of the love-cutting sword gradually faded into nothingness.
The tip of the sword in Su Jing's hand was tilted to the ground. Seeing Wen Hanwei protecting the little corpse demon in every possible way, her eyes became colder, but the sword intent surrounding the sword gradually dissipated.
Her long black hair was flying in the mountain wind, and she said calmly: "Su Guanhai once said that the corpse demon is an undead evil creature that does not exist in the world. If you see it, you will be killed by the sword regardless of cause and effect in this life."
Su Guanhai is the Lord of Taixuan and one of the three famous thousand-year-old immortals in the world.
Wen Hanwei shook her head slightly and looked at Su Jing without any compromise.
On the contrary, his expression became more and more unhappy, even... a hint of anger: "It doesn't matter whether he is a corpse demon or not. What matters is that he is my only friend."
Li Jiujiu's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly remembered what Fang Geyu said that night: There is adultery!
Wen Hanwei's narrow eyes gradually widened and became more mocking: "What's more, Su Jing, when did you really listen to the sect master's words? How come today, the sect master's order has become your reason for killing?"
Su Jing was quiet for a while, and finally, under Wen Hanwei's relaxed gaze, she slowly sheathed her love.
She glanced at Li Jiujiu lightly, and the cold and biting hostility in her was still the same as when they first met in the tavern, but she said slowly: "I don't have to kill the daughter of the Lihe Sect."
Li Jiujiu and Fang Geyu were completely stunned.
Didn't you make all kinds of noise today just to kill her?
Why did he suddenly stop killing now?
Before everyone could relax, they heard her tone turn colder: "But this corpse demon cannot be kept."
Su Jing's eyes were fixed deeply on the unconscious young man in Wen Hanwei's arms. Her dark jade-like eyes were gleaming coldly, as if she was extremely disgusted by Wen Hanwei's embrace of the young corpse demon.
"I have been in seclusion for two hundred years. Although I have developed a clear sword heart, it may not be a good thing."
Wen Hanwei was startled, her eyes seemed to be inexplicably surprised: "You can see that?" Then her slender eyes narrowed deeply, filled with deep anger.
"Since you can see it, why do you still..."
"Leave him to me." Su Jing interrupted coldly: "It's not a good thing to keep him by your side."
As she said that, she stared at him with a mocking look, and watched as the consciousness in Wen Hanwei's arms disappeared, turning into an instinctive thirst for blood, and slowly opened his scarlet eyes.
Staring straight at Wen Hanwei's snow-white neck, her Adam's apple kept throbbing in pain.
Both hands reached out, hugged her shoulders tightly, and moved his lips with sharp white fangs closer to her neck.
Su Jing raised the corners of her thin lips slightly: "Look, his eyes are red. Are you sure he is still your friend?"
Wen Hanwei only felt the warm lips rubbing against her neck, as if she was trying to find a suitable place to bite.
The cold fangs scratched her snow-white jade skin. From a distance, it looked like a pair of lovers clinging to each other, reunited after a long separation.
Regarding the touch on her neck, Wen Hanwei's expression remained unchanged, and she didn't care at all whether he would bite her off at the next moment. His fangs penetrated her neck and transferred the corpse poison into her body.
The corner of her lips curled up, and under this slight smile, her cold temperament actually faded a bit and became a bit gentler and more indifferent.
"Then let's see if, as my only friend, he will lose to his desire and come to eat my blood."
Su Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, but her tone remained calm, as if she was narrating calmly: "You are crazy."
"No, I'm calm."
Wen Hanwei smiled lightly, with two small dimples appearing on the sides of her cheeks. As she spoke, she released her hand from Bai Lian's shoulder.
The palm of your hand moved up slowly, holding the back of his neck gently, and pressed his head slightly on the skin of your neck.
The fangs that were searching for the location of blood vessels suddenly pierced the snow-white skin, and a few bright red blood beads rolled down into Balian's lips.
The pure fragrance of blood from the Tribulation Realm made his eyes suddenly light up, and he let out a low roar of unknown meaning deep in his throat.
Ten fingers dug tightly into the opponent's soft skin, and with a fierce push from his arm out of control, Wen Hanwei was pressed heavily into the mountain dust without any resistance.
A generation of Taixuan Nine Classics, a young woman with amazing talents who was famous in the world, was so easily crushed to the ground by a little corpse demon that had only been awake for a few months.
Li Jiujiu was stunned!
Fang Geyu casually wiped the blood on his neck with his sleeve, calmed down, and whistled frivolously: "This is really a good show."
Can Master Shanfu predict the future? He actually chose such an interesting little... corpse demon to succeed him as the new mountain master.
Suddenly, Fang Geyu suddenly remembered the pomegranate juice that Lin Yuan brought to Si Chen every day.
She gritted her teeth secretly.
It turns out that this little lady Lin Yuan already knew that he was a corpse demon and she still concealed it. She really deserves a spanking.
Su Jing frowned and looked at the woman in white who was suppressed by the corpse demon boy, her expression slightly ugly.
"The poison of the corpse demon is the most difficult to remove. Even if you are in the realm of transcending tribulation, once the poison enters the body, it may take ten years to remove the poison."
Wen Hanwei raised her eyebrows and did not forget to hold up the glass umbrella in her hand to protect him from the scorching sun.
There was a slight hint of provocation in his narrow eyes: "Try it."
Su Jing was stung by the provocative gaze, and her seemingly calm dark eyes began to glow with dangerous fire.
But she didn't say anything after all, and looked at them quietly, as if she wanted to see if this corpse demon could suppress its blood-thirsty nature despite its extreme weakness and confusion.
Seeing Su Jing like this, Wen Hanwei looked away with a tired expression, and gently raised her plain hand that was caressing Bai Lian's pale neck.
She patted his head in a comforting way: "I'm sorry, I always thought that if you didn't come to Youyuan to see me once in two hundred years, you had forgotten me as a friend, but I never thought that you actually became like this. Like.
As a friend, I despised your concerns and ignored your worries. I only taught you the Burning River Sword Art and Taixuan Kung Fu. I was very happy that you were always by my side, but I never thought about understanding your story. , it’s my fault, it’s my fault…”
As she said that, she smiled slightly: "But it's really nice to meet here today."
After saying this, dangerous sounds in Bailian's throat kept rolling out of his lips, and his mouth was already open, waiting for a bite.
suddenly...
A touch of the familiar fragrance of cold bamboo floated faintly from the snowy texture to Balian's nose through the light clothes.
The chaotic consciousness suddenly cracked open a long-standing clear memory.
He stopped moving his mouth, and a pair of blood-red eyes trembled crazily in his eyes.
The pure fragrance of the other person's blood still lingered between his lips and teeth, and all the skin and bones on his body were screaming in pain, forcing him to eat!
But looking at the blurry and picturesque face in front of him, he seemed to see a gurgling stream and a woman dancing her sword gracefully among the bamboo leaves in the sky.
The clear sound of the sword's edge is sweet, the wind is thin, the grass is thin, the birds are chirping and the insects are chirping, everything seems to be close at hand, blinking in a trance, it seems to be far away in the world.
Balian had a splitting headache. He held his head in pain as if it was about to explode, and slowly moved her away. Even though he couldn't breathe, his chest was still rising and falling violently.
He sat on top of the soft waist of the woman beneath him, his mind went blank, but when he opened his mouth, a long and familiar name echoed hoarsely in the wind and forest in the mountains.
"Sister Wen..."
