Chu Yanshu looked at Sang Luo with his peach blossom eyes, still smiling.
"Okay, listen to senior sister."
The two people, each with their own agenda, went down the mountain together.
The journey was far away, Sang Luo summoned Fengli Sword, jumped up and was about to lower the sword, but was stopped by Chu Yanshu.
Sang Luo turned to look at him, with a big question mark on his head.
"Is something wrong?"
Chu Yanshu glanced at her sword and reminded,
"Senior sister, I don't know how to wield a sword."
"..."
Sang Luo was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand towards Chu Yanshu,
"Come on, I'll take you."
The spiritual stone is important, and I'm afraid that if I get there late, the Phoenix Egg will be preempted by others.
The afternoon sun was raging, and the light and shadow were mottled under the crabapple tree. The beam of light passed through the layers of crabapple flowers and leaves, and scattered bits and pieces on the girl's skirt. The sun was like fire.
Chu Yanshu felt it was dazzling and moved back slightly.
Subconsciously, he didn't like it.
In his previous life, he fell into the devil's path and was never able to recover. He could not see the sun for the rest of his life.
Monsters have an instinct to hate light.
But...he wants to live under the sun.
He reached out and took the girl's hand. The palm of his hand was soft and warm, with the breath of life that he had not seen for a long time.
"Hold me."
The girl's clear and slightly sweet voice revealed a bit of coldness and alienation.
Chu Yanshu held on to her tightly, but before he could stand firmly, the next moment, Sang Luo was heading straight down the mountain with his sword at a 180-degree angle.
The spiritual energy protection came and went, the free fall appeared and disappeared, and he even turned several corners and almost hit a steep mountain wall.
The breeze whistled past his ears, and Chu Yanshu stood beside Sang Luo, wanting to vomit.
How could someone in this world handle a sword like this? ! !
But Sang Luo is very happy. In the world of cultivation, you can still wield a sword and fly. Isn't this more interesting than racing? !
The girl smiled openly and wantonly, but the demon god who had massacred people in all directions and bloodbathed the fairyland behind her nervously grabbed her hand.
Chu Yanshu's face was pale and his head was a little dizzy. He felt that even when he was forced to die and thousands of ants bit his heart, he was still as weak as he is now.
As soon as he landed, Chu Yanshu held on to the sycamore tree at the gate of the city and vomited.
Sang Luo was stunned for a moment and walked forward.
"Are you okay? What's wrong with you?
She had heard of motion sickness and seasickness, but not of sword sickness.
Long Aotian fainted with his sword?
Sang Luo felt as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
The joints of the boy's hands holding the tree trunk turned white, and the veins were faintly visible under his fair skin. He almost vomited out yesterday's overnight meal.
Sang Luo looked at Liu Fufeng's pitiful appearance, took out the Jade Dew Pill that he had treasured for a long time, and handed it to him.
"Your health is not good. You can even faint when wielding a sword. How can you survive this if you encounter danger in the future?"
No, just like this, I guess any little Luoluo on the roadside could be crushed to death by him.
Tomorrow morning when she gets up to practice, she has to ask him to practice hard.
After Chu Yan finished vomiting, he raised his head and looked at Sang Luo. Due to physiological reasons, the ends of his eyes were stained with a touch of red, full of a sense of brokenness. At this moment, there was no trace of Long Aotian, as if he had just let someone go. The ravaged little white flowers.
There was a faint medicinal fragrance coming from the tip of his nose. He took the Jade Dew Pill in Sang Luo's hand and swallowed it in one gulp.
After calming down a little, he stood up. His voice was obviously a little weaker than when he was on the mountain just now, and it sounded a bit like gritting teeth.
"Senior sister's sword-wielding skills, I'm afraid even the gods won't be able to sustain her."
If her sword-controlling skills were placed in the Kunwu Sword Sect, Didi Sword Fighting wouldn't even be able to take orders, and she would have been blacklisted long ago.
