Lingchan's face was full of rejection, her bright red mouth was pursed, her long wet eyelashes were flickering, and her watery eyes were full of vigilance.
Fuyaoguang cruelly immobilized Lingchan.
As soon as he took hold of his hand, the spiritual energy condensed into a small sword, which he slowly inserted into his chest.
The sound of friction of flesh and blood was so harsh that Chan couldn't help but tremble. She whimpered, but found that her ears suddenly became quiet.
The sound of wind in the forest, the rustling of wild animals, the crackling of torches in the camp, and the most frightening sound all disappeared.
Only Fuyaoguang's voice sounded softly: "Good girl, don't be afraid."
There was a gentle touch on the lips, and the kisses were like gentle comfort.
You're a guy who learns now and sells it now! Lingchan glared, and the smile in Fuyaoguang's eyes deepened.
Fuyaoguang pinched her mouth open, and Lingchan swallowed a little bit of the liquid that was almost pure spiritual energy. The spiritual energy in her body began to circulate crazily. A large amount of spiritual energy washed and widened Lingchan's meridians, breaking through her like a rock. bottleneck.
Golden elixir, Nascent Soul, Transformation God...
Lingchan's cultivation level skyrocketed, surpassing that of her senior brothers, masters, and elders, and finally stopped at the position where she had perfected her spirit transformation.
It only takes one thunder tribulation for her to advance to the Daodu tribulation stage and become a god, which is just around the corner.
"...Are you okay?" Lingchan looked worried like Fuyaoguang. Although Fuyaoguang looked normal with red lips and white teeth, the effect of this drop of blood was so miraculous that Lingchan was exempted from the thunder disaster that caused her to upgrade. Lingchan didn't believe that losing it had no effect on Fuyao Light at all!
Fuyaoguang shook his head and said: "It's just blood. My injury will heal soon. Don't worry about me."
Lingchan frowned, with an expression of disapproval.
Fuyaoguang paused and said gently: "Perhaps this thing will have a greater impact on us."
He lifted up his sleeves and stretched out his arms.
Complex patterns are engraved on the young man's narrow wrist, and the bright colors look like the markings on a poisonous snake. Under it, there are clear meridians in the light cyan color of Fuyao Light.
Lingchan stretched out her hand and touched it. The patterns seemed to be conscious, following the movements of Lingchan's fingers, and slightly beating on Fuyaoguang's skin.
Lingchan also lifted up her sleeves and stretched out her arms. The patterns on her forearms were exactly the same as those on Fu Yaoguang's wrists.
This is Xue Xingchi's mark.
Lingchan's expression turned ugly, "We have not come into contact with Baiwu, but we have come into contact with Xue Xingchi... Now you also have a mark, is it possible that Bai Ruisong also has it?"
If it really happened, Bai Ruisong might not even know what happened to him when he stayed in Huachun City!
"Not only that," Lingchan frowned and said, "If there are marks on Xue Xingchi's body after being in contact with him, will the servants of the City Lord's Mansion also have marks on them?"
Lingchan thought for a while and simply said: "In this way, we divide our troops into two groups!"
She summoned everyone in the convoy and explained the latest situation in a concise and concise manner, announcing that Fuyaoguang had joined the team to save Wushan and the new strategy she had come up with for the team.
Along the way were the children with weaker magic powers and younger children. Together with Pei Ruomian and the ordinary people in the convoy, they could go back to Huachun or to the capital, depending on Pei Ruomian's arrangements. In short, they Go somewhere safe.
They are protected people and can take their time on the road.
The other team consisted of relatively strong people, except for a few disciples who knew Wushan's situation better, namely Lingchan and Fuyaoguang.
They had to go to Huachun City first to see if there were any marks on Bai Ruisong and those ordinary people, and then rushed to Wushan.
For this team, time is life, and they must speed up and move with their swords.
From Huachun to this mountain forest, Ling Chan took Pei Ruomian and the convoy to walk slowly for five days. Now the monks are flying back with swords, and it only takes less than an hour.
Ling Chan landed in the sky above the city lord's mansion.
She was familiar with the location of Bai Ruisong's room, and she also knew that it was still early and Bai Ruisong, a workaholic, would not rest.
Lingchan sneaked into the study and found that Bai Ruisong was still working overtime.
The young man is crouching at his desk, with his back straight and his slender figure like a green bamboo. He holds a brush in his long fingers, and the pen moves like a dragon, not knowing what he is writing.
Lingchan pushed open the window and tapped on the window lattice.
Bai Ruisong raised his head and saw Ling Chan's face behind the window. He smiled unconsciously and stood up from behind the table, "A Chan! You're back!"
Facing Bai Ruisong's excited and joyful face, Lingchan was also happy, but she had no time to talk to Bai Ruisong.
"City Lord, I have something important to do when I come back this time!" She said seriously with a straight face.
She walked into the room holding Fu Yaoguang behind her, stretched out her hand with a solemn expression, and showed Bai Ruisong the mark on her hand, "Do you have this mark on your hand?"
The skin on the inside of Lingchan's wrist is extremely white, like a bowl of solidified milk, shiny and moist. The patterns on it are colorful, making her skin color even whiter.
Bai Ruisong's eyes slipped to the intertwined hands of Lingchan and Fuyaoguang.
The index fingers were intertwined in an ambiguous manner. Lingchan felt Bai Ruisong's gaze and was a little embarrassed to take her hand back, but Fuyaoguang used his strength to hold Lingchan's hand firmly.
Ling Chan's face turned red, she was shy but could not hide her joy, and said: "Are you surprised, unexpected?"
Bai Ruisong's eyes paused. His eyes, which were originally gentle and warm like the spring breeze, turned into a dense iceberg in the blink of an eye.
He curved the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes. His cold anger was suppressed at the bottom: "I don't know, when did you become so good?"
After enduring it for a long time, he still couldn't hold back the fire. Bai Ruisong said with a fake smile: "It's so unloyal to hide it from me one or two!"
Lingchan's face turned redder.
She coughed and said nothing, but Fuyaoguang behind her said: "We are in love and expressed our feelings to each other on the road."
"Before, the two of us didn't realize each other's feelings, so we wasted time in vain."
Bai Ruisong: "..."
"What's wrong?" Lingchan waved her hand in front of Bai Ruisong's eyes. Was she scared out of her mind?
"It's okay," Bai Ruisong said with a low smile, "I'm just so happy to see you."
He calmly erased Fuyaoguang's name.
Bai Ruisong no longer bothered with his friend's emotional problems. He held Lingchan's arm and began to look at it very carefully. If his eyes could turn into a fine net, he would have captured every inch of Lingchan's skin.
Fuyaoguang moved his fingers and wrapped Lingchan's arm with spiritual energy.
Lingchan felt it, and she was a little confused. She frowned and glanced at Fuyaoguang, wondering why he was suddenly convulsed.
Bai Ruisong was caressing the pattern carefully, but was knocked out by Fuyaoguang's move. His expression remained unchanged, and he still smiled calmly and said: "I have some impression of this pattern. I seem to have seen it on someone before...? I need to confirm the feeling again. .”
He didn't look at Fuyao Light, but looked at Lingchan with a smile, saying meaningfully: "It's hard for me to judge now."
