Su Jing lowered his head and quietly glanced at the burning fire, then retracted his feet expressionlessly.
When he took it back, he didn't forget to use the sole of his boot to ruthlessly crush a small soft-shell crab that came out of nowhere into the sand.
His behavior was somewhat childish.
The little crab that had just changed its shell shook its head and struggled to get out of the sand pit. The two big pincers that were showing off its claws just now were dented by the pitiful pressure, and it no longer looked majestic at all.
Mr. Crab, who suffered an unreasonable disaster, really wanted to cry without tears.
It was just a little crab borrowing a secret, so who was it provoking?
Bai Lian quickly brought Yin Baishuang back from the ice sea, narrowly avoiding the four sky-shaking thunder pillars.
But just like before, the lightning in the thunder pillar flashed quickly, clenching the direction of Qi Jinbu's trajectory.
Su Jing drew out Zhan Qing and cut the lightning with one sword, but it was like hitting a real thing, with strong words of gold and stone splashing out.
The lightning passed and the sword energy collapsed.
The blade was vibrating in response to the shock, and Su Jing frowned secretly. The backlash of thunder made her whole arm numb, and even the spiritual power node on her right hand became stagnant and difficult to pass through.
This thunder and lightning is so weird that it makes people feel headache and frightened.
Just as she was brushing away the remaining thunder and lightning flames on the sword's edge, she noticed a cold gaze piercing her direction full of hostility.
Su Jingyu's sculpted face showed no expression at all, and she walked slowly with her sword in hand: "Don't talk about people during the day, and don't talk about ghosts at night. It really makes sense."
The long night was silent. A moment ago, he mentioned her casually, but now she bumped into his sight without any good reason.
This ghost is naturally Yin Baishuang.
I really don’t know what evil fate this is.
Balian looked up at Su Jing, whose expression was as cold as before, and then at the eldest lady of Cangwu Palace, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, and remembered the warning Jin Sheng said to him.
There are two most beautiful women in the world, but both of them must not be messed with.
They formed an irresolvable hatred when they were teenagers.
These two women are both madmen, so it would be okay if they didn't collide. If they collided, it would be really scary for both ghosts and gods.
Balian feels that something like fate is really wonderful.
When he first entered the Ghost Mountain, he met the half-dead girl Su Jing and met the murderous Miss Yin.
Now the position is completely reversed. The murderous Miss Yin is still murderous, but she was struck by lightning and seemed to be quite miserable. She couldn't stand up for a long time.
On the other hand, Miss Su Jing, although her temperament when she walked in was elegant and dignified, with a pure and clean appearance, she had a calm and down-to-earth elegance.
But the way she held up the sword to reflect Qingyan's face made Bai Lian wonder whether the sword in her hand was going to fall on Miss Yin's head at the next moment.
Yin Baishuang's eyes, as beautiful as apricot blossoms in the spring rain, suddenly froze, and the blood on her lips made her look a little more sinister. She seemed to be sarcastic: "So, Taixuanzong Su Jing, you always put me on the hook." It’s really an honor to have it on your lips.”
One person sneered.
One person is cold.
But the surrounding atmosphere began to become tense for no reason. The two people's eyes met, which could create a more terrifying electric light than on the sea.
The smell of beacon fire in the air became stronger and stronger, and Balian hurriedly spoke out to break the increasingly terrifying aura between the two of them, and asked: "Miss Yin, why are you here?"
With her cultivation, it doesn't look like she can be sucked into this world.
Yin Baishuang seemed too lazy to look at Su Jing anymore and looked away.
Perhaps it was because he had been rescued by Balian risking his life just now, or perhaps because he could barely be considered a 'friend' of hers.
She wiped away the blood on her lips and said in a cold voice: "Thanks to Ying Xiu, the ghost grass in the second realm was destroyed, the bronze door in the third realm suddenly opened, all the plants in the thousands of miles were necrotic, and even one ghost grass failed to survive, so I I had no choice but to open the door and come here to find grass."
Balian got goosebumps when he heard this.
He must have such a strong heart. He also admired her for picking grass at such a risk of her own life.
"Uh... didn't the girl receive the news four days ago that the voice of the sword was coming to the bronze tree in the atrium to return to the human world?"
Yin Baishuang's expression was cold: "I don't like to get in the crowd."
She doesn't like people from Tianxi or Taixuan very much.
She is a desolate soul with nowhere to go and spends her whole day with little ghosts, unable to enter the human world where they are so far away.
Therefore, she would rather choose a dangerous road that is silent in the night and darkness, rather than walking on the human road.
Indeed, every time Balian saw her, she was walking alone in a no-man's land with two swords, a pot, a jade and a small coffin.
For a cold and lonely person like Su Jing, when he first met her, there was still a woman like Wen Hanwei by his side.
As for Yin Baishuang, it seemed that she would never be able to give a second person a place beside her.
Balian slowly transferred his spiritual power into her body and nursed her shaking aura: "Does Miss Yin know the magic of lightning?"
Yin Baishuang's brows raised slightly as if unexpectedly, and she looked at Su Jing with a sneer on her face, saying, "You who always cherish words like gold, actually told him everything about my divine flash technique?"
Su Jing didn't speak.
Yin Baishuang's apricot eyes turned cold and cold, and her bleak brows showed an irrepressible indifference: "Let's forget about the past today, tomorrow the sun and the moon will change the sky."
"Ha... Su Jing, that's all you can do."
Su Jing's fingers tightened slightly, but there was no emotion on her face: "Do you think now is the time to talk nonsense?"
Yin Baishuang snorted coldly.
Su Jing's face became colder, but his voice was extremely soft: "Or do you want the little ghost in your coffin to live in this ghost place with you forever?"
A hit that hits home.
Even in front of Su Jing, Miss Yin, who wanted to be strong in every possible way, had to compromise with a sullen face: "Su Jing, even if I ask for what I need from you, I feel sick."
Su Jing knelt down expressionlessly, pushed away Balian's hand that was attached to her vest, and put her palm on it with a look of disgust.
While entering the spiritual power, he said coolly: "I'll endure my nausea. When we get what we need, won't you have to die of injustice?" The words ended with a hint of ridicule.
Yin Baishuang felt her spiritual power slowly pouring into her body. Although it was warm and nourishing, she was still disgusted and laughed, feeling extremely ridiculous: "Su Jing, do you think I will be reduced to the same situation as you in this world?" Is it to the point where we need one thing to seek the same thing?”
She thought Su Jing was referring to the identity of the Son of Heaven.
Su Jing's head tilted slightly, and the two rabbit ears under the power veil also tilted and tilted, and her hair was lightly lifted.
"Who knows?"
Yin Baishuang was disgusted with her way of speaking, so she put the words here in a cold voice: "Don't worry, what you, Su Jing, want is as light as dust in my heart. How can I argue with you!"
There was silence for a long time.
"Yeah." After a long time, he responded in an extremely unusual manner.
It sounds like he agrees very much and is in a good mood.
