Wen Renxian climbed up from the pool, holding on to the edge of the pool and coughing violently. He had choked on the water just now.
Even though he was coughing a little and couldn't stand still, Wen Renxian still freed up a hand, pointed at Xianyan Xianzun, and looked at him.
"Little uncle?"
"That's my apprentice." What he didn't say was probably, why do you punish her to kneel down!
As if there was something stuck in his throat, Xianyan Immortal Master took a deep breath, and really wanted to say something back, I am the master of a sect.
But in the end, Xianyan Xianzun just waved his fan crazily and shouted outside: "Three Mo!"
"Tell me why you are so crazy. Okay, now you are punished." Shui Miaomiao sat on the ridge, cupping her cheeks and looking at the upright Jiuchengqiu who was kneeling upright.
Jiuchengqiu shouted at Shui Miaomiao, and the wooden sword in his hand was almost sparking with sparks.
I don’t know how many wooden swords he has prepared.
"You're not being friendly. I don't even care about what you threatened me just now. I'm still here with you."
The corners of Jiuzhong Qiu's smile were like cramps, and it was extremely scary, "Accompany me? Then you have to kneel down too!"
Shui Miaomiao waved her hands repeatedly and said: "This is not appropriate, this is not appropriate. Immortal Master Xianyan said that I don't need to kneel. After that, the key point is the heart, not these superficial tasks..."
The scene became quiet for a moment, Shui Miaomiao tilted her head and looked at Nine Chou.
In these blinking years, he has not changed. The originally thin body of Jiucheng Qiu has become much stronger and taller after being cared for by Xian Yanxian.
Otherwise, how could he feel oppressed if he had been forced to the wall by Ninefold Enmity just now?
You have to look up to see his expression.
My eyes have grown a lot, and I feel like I have a bookish aroma. My smile must be pretty, but Jiuchengqiu always frowns.
His eyebrows were furrowed, and the word "Chuan" seemed to be printed on them, which really affected his appearance and made him look old-fashioned.
"Obviously he's a young man, I really want to get an iron and flatten it for you," Shui Miaomiao said to herself. She didn't expect Ninefold Revenge to listen to it, and she only listened to half of it.
"You're going to burn me!"
"I see that not only are you mentally ill, but you are also deaf, so what are you doing if I have nothing to do with you?"
"Who knows what you are thinking." Nine Chou snorted disdainfully.
"Are you still going to fight? I'm going to risk my knees today. The worst I can do is kneel down as punishment!"
When Jiuzhongqiu heard this, it was exactly what he wanted, and he immediately clenched the wooden sword tightly.
"Are you serious?" Shui Miaomiao rubbed her face helplessly, took out a handkerchief from her arms, and threw it on Jiuzhongqiu's face, "Case, you fell to the ground just now and broke the skin on your face."
The handkerchief still carries some body heat.
Jiuchengqiu thought it was some kind of hidden weapon at first, so he took the handkerchief from his face and planned to throw it back. After hearing Shui Miaomiao's words, he quickly took his hand back without wiping his face.
"I will definitely remember next time, don't make fun of you. You are such a talkative person. I really don't understand you. You are just an illusion. When it comes out, you can still take it seriously, and you still want to fight me."
Shui Miaomiao felt incredible when she thought about it, "What happened to you in that illusion?"
Jiuzhong Qiu lowered his head and remained silent. He didn't want to answer.
The illusion actually didn't do anything, it just looked at him contemptuously and told a few truths.
Jiucheng Chou's cultivation level is really not outstanding among his peers, but he can barely manage to get by in the middle.
Shui Miaomiao stood at a high place, looking down at him with contempt in her eyes, picking at all the swords he chose, "You can't protect anyone this way, you can only give up your dearest people, time and time again." ·······”
He had already given up once. The night he chose to enter the world of gods and demons, he thought he had given up on the most important person and nothing could hurt him again.
But Shui Miaomiao's indifferent eyes and mocking words seemed that if he didn't choose those two swords, Shui Miaomiao would not bother to talk to him.
The moment he saw Shui Miaomiao, blood rushed to his brain.
He is not angry, he is ashamed and angry.
He has worked very hard, practicing day and night, but he can't catch up with the person he wants to catch up with. The reason for building the foundation was because of the sword. Could it be that without the sword, he is nothing?
Sitting on the ledge, Shui Miaomiao was looking back. At that time, she saw that the Wenren Immortal had left the bath. How come it had taken so long and she still hadn't come out.
Turn around.
The new wooden sword was broken by Ninefold Chou again. His whole body was shaking, and there seemed to be a looming black energy gathering around him.
"Holy shit!" Shui Miaomiao stood up and stepped back.
"Hey! Ninefold revenge, ninefold revenge? Ninefold revenge!"
I called several times but got no answer.
What kind of madness did he have? He was so tired, so it was better to stay at Tianyuan Peak and relax. Shui Miaomiao turned around and was about to run to the palace, calling Sanmao to come.
Then his left hand hit the wall.
"Ouch!"
What are these things? The pain coming from his hand made Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but twist his face. He stopped and kept shaking his left hand.
He should be able to use the power of the sword. He is just using it. He doesn't repair the sword, so he should be fine. But he can use the power...
Jiucheng Qiu was thinking like this, and something slowly started to respond in his heart. Suddenly, a bell rang, cutting off everything.
"Ahem!"
Jiuchengqiu suddenly coughed. Shui Miaomiao looked sideways and saw Jiuchengqiu coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood.
Shui Miaomiao leaned back slightly, wondering whether she should call Sanmo or Sijun now.
"Are you okay?"
Jiuzhongqiu looked at the darkened blood on his hands and suddenly laughed.
"I, I, I will call you Siyu."
"No need." Jiuzhong Qiu waved his hand and blocked Shui Miaomiao's path, "I feel much better."
"I didn't see how much better you were."
Jiu Chou raised his hand and showed Shui Miaomiao the blood in his palm.
"I don't have any weird quirks."
"A few days ago, when I was competing in martial arts, I missed a move from someone else and received a few slaps. Siyu said that there was congestion in her chest and she could just spit it out, but she couldn't. Now I feel much better."
Like this?
Shui Miaomiao crossed her arms and looked at Jiuchengqiu. It did look much better than before, at least the atmosphere was not as low as before.
"That is to say, you came to trouble me because of the discomfort caused by the blood clot, and you didn't mean it subjectively?"
"I didn't want to cause trouble." Jiucheng Qiu whispered. He should be happy to see Shui Miaomiao again and hear the familiar incoherent greeting.
Jiucheng Qiu originally wanted to reply, but in the blink of an eye, he blocked Shui Miaomiao in the corner. He was so close that even the curled eyelashes were clearly visible. He didn't know what to do, so he could only speak harshly. Facing each other.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Shui Miaomiao asked, still a little worried.
Jiu Chou shook his head and wiped the corners of his mouth and palms with a handkerchief.
With a scent, Jiuzhong Qiu stared at the handkerchief embroidered with flowers in his hand, "I, I, I, I'll wash it and return it to you."
"No need." Shui Miaomiao stretched out his left hand and waved it, "I'll give it to you."
