How could Shui Miaomiao let go? She let go of one hand but held Wen Renxian's hand holding the Hidden Immortal Sword harder. She turned around and pressed her back against Wen Renxian's chest, then grabbed Wen Renxian's other hanging hand. hand.
The True Sword Technique of Dayan can be released and retracted by itself.
With Shui Miaomiao as the guide, the two of them raised their hands at the same time, spinning and casting spells, like a dance duet. It was obvious that Wen Renxian had never danced a 'pas de deux'.
Slow and suspicious, the two of them did not have the tacit understanding they imagined.
'Who stepped on whose foot' whose spiritual energy is trying to devour whose spiritual energy.
Shui Miaomiao stubbornly said that if it didn't work once, she would do it once, three or four times. She tried hard to adjust her breathing and the way her spiritual power worked.
It seemed that she was dominating Wen Renxian, but in fact she was the one who let go of all precautions and allowed Wen Renxian's spiritual energy to invade her body with meekness and trust.
It was Wen Renxian who led her, and she held the Hidden Immortal Sword.
Shui Miaomiao was almost unable to dance anymore. One of her legs was injured by the sword energy, and they were bloody and no longer had any good flesh left.
When Wen Renxian returned Shui Miaomiao's hand, the swords on the ground began to tremble and chime. With the climax of the dance, one by one flew into the sky, cut through the dark clouds, and disappeared into the sky...
Shui Miaomiao, who suddenly felt light all over, fell forward. At this moment, a big hand wrapped around Shui Miaomiao's waist and pulled him back, but it didn't last long.
She fell backwards and was trapped in Wenrenxian's arms. Shui Miaomiao was still in a daze for a few breaths before she suddenly exhaled. She turned around and grabbed Wenrenxian's clothes, trying hard to pull Wenrenxian up from the ground. .
"Master, Master." Shui Miaomiao touched Wen Renxian's face. It was warm, much warmer than her hands, but there was no response.
The helpless Shui Miaomiao glanced around blankly, as if the scene after a catastrophe was tragic, and Wenrenxian choked and coughed.
Shui Miaomiao panicked and held Wenrenxian's face, wiping it constantly in an attempt to cover up the coughed up blood, "By the way, look for Xianyan Xianzun, Xianyan Xianzun, he will definitely be able to help us. Return to the Ancient Immortal Sect, the Ancient Immortal Sect..."
Shui Miaomiao groped around Wen Renxian's body incoherently, and Wen Renxian asked for all the things she used to communicate.
It is well known as it is a wise way to avoid external interference and keep your mind quiet.
She should have told Xianyan Xianzun why she was so stupid and slow, but the matter didn't seem serious at that time, and it was really not a polite move to rashly use other people's credentials, even though Wen Renxian had already given the authority Shui Miaomiao.
At this moment, Shui Miaomiao didn't care about anything. She found the waistband that had fallen on the ground and was submerged in muddy water. She held it up with both hands and wanted it with a thought.
The waistband was suddenly knocked away, and muddy water splashed into Shui Miaomiao's injured eyes, but the surprise was greater than the pain.
"Master!" Shui Miaomiao raised her eyes and looked at Wen Renxian who was sitting up and couldn't help shouting with joy, but what she saw was a pair of indescribably depressed eyes, and even the silver pupils were much dimmed, as if The crumbling lone star.
"don't want."
What don't you want?
Shui Miaomiao didn't understand, and stared blankly at Wen Renxian who sat up. His hand was still trying to hook the waist card on the ground, but Wen Renxian grabbed his hand.
pain!
Shui Miaomiao bit her upper lip and calmly endured the pain in her wrist. Wen Renxian probably crushed her wrist bone.
"Don't tell Immortal Xianyan, don't tell anyone, anyone." The Wenrenxian who spoke was trembling. He couldn't tell Xianyan Immortal, he couldn't let him know.
"Yes." Shui Miaomiao was about to ask when Wen Renxian raised his hand and touched her injured eye, smiling bitterly.
Shui Miaomiao was injured again because of herself. Wen Renxian said helplessly, "I'm sorry, just promise, please."
"Okay." Shui Miaomiao agreed, and Wen Renxian's hand fell down weakly, and she fainted on Shui Miaomiao's lap.
Shui Miaomiao struggled to maintain her figure and pulled Wen Renxian into her arms. It was better than soaking in the rain.
Although it's not much better.
He used up his last bit of strength just to prevent the possibility of calling for help?
Shui Miaomiao didn't know what to think. There was a reason not to tell others, but why couldn't he inform Xianyan Xianzun.
She had a headache, so she put the badge in her arms without thinking too much. Shui Miaomiao grabbed the Hidden Immortal Sword and stood up staggeringly. It took a lot of effort to move Wen Renxian onto her back, but she couldn't carry it completely. We can only move forward with difficulty and difficulty.
Not being able to notify Xianyan Immortal Lord doesn't mean that he has to watch Wenrenxian die here.
"It'll be fine." Shui Miaomiao encouraged herself...
Shui Miaomiao found a cave and thought about treating her wounds and changing into clothes, but she didn't have time to do anything urgently. She found a cave and put Wen Renxian down. This was her last memory before she fainted.
It's hard to say who was seriously injured, Wen Renxian or Shui Miaomiao, but the chaotic spiritual power in Wen Renxian's body had found a shelter from the rain and rested in Shui Miaomiao and calmed down, as if it had never caused trouble.
Shui Miaomiao had countless wounds, large and small, with blood dripping all the way. She tried to seal the wounds, but with every step she took while carrying Wen Renxian, the solidified wounds were torn apart repeatedly.
She endured the pain and blurred consciousness, found a cave to shelter from the rain, insisted on laying Wen Renxian down on the clean quilt, and then fainted next to Wen Renxian. Shui Miaomiao could do nothing. All arrived.
Wait until you open your eyes.
Shui Miaomiao blinked her eyes in confusion. Was she awake? She couldn't have died. Otherwise, what caught her eyes would be a tree branch and lush green leaves hanging above her head.
The layers of green leaves must be very attractive to insects.
insect!
Shui Miaomiao sat up suddenly and gasped when the wound hurt. However, she still tried hard to move her body away from the branch.
Death will not cause Shui Miaomiao to collapse, but insects will.
So where is this?
Shui Miaomiao looked up and saw a small room with most of a tree embedded in the middle. Is it a tree house?
Wen Renxian woke up much faster than Shui Miaomiao imagined, and his recovery was hundreds of times faster than expected. In the end, he had no real injuries, it was just a loss of spiritual power, but it hurt Shui Miaomiao. It's the real deal.
The cave is not a good place to stay for a long time. Wen Renxian hugged Shui Miaomiao and found this tree house.
Wen Renxian stood at the window, looking at the awakening Shui Miaomiao, but did not step forward immediately. Shui Miaomiao's eyes slowly swept over, and Wen Renxian looked away to avoid it.
"Master." Shui Miaomiao didn't know what Wen Renxian was worried about. She was very happy and shouted loudly to get off the bed.
"Don't move." Wen Renxian came to the bedside in one step, broke the branch that Shui Miaomiao didn't like and threw it far away.
Kneeling on one knee by the bed, Wen Renxian tried to push Shui Miaomiao back onto the bed.
"Master." Shui Miaomiao grabbed Wen Renxian's hand, leaned forward and looked at it carefully. He breathed a sigh of relief and laughed. Wen Renxian in the heavy rain seemed to have never appeared before, and the person in front of him was still plump. She was so handsome and calm, and the embarrassment, helplessness and hesitation at that time seemed to have been washed away with the rain.
Maybe it was all her own hallucination?
"No." Wen Renxian guessed Shui Miaomiao's thoughts. He raised his hand and carefully touched her face. His fingertips trembled slightly and moved up slowly. The wound around the eye was unusually sudden.
It was injured by sword energy. Wen Renxian could tell at a glance that injuries caused by sword energy were different from ordinary wounds, and injuries caused by sword energy would take more than time to heal.
There was also the legs with almost no flesh. Even though they were covered by brocade quilt at the moment, there was no denying that it was not an illusion. He had hurt Shui Miaomiao.
Every time Shui Miaomiao blinked, it seemed like a knife was stabbing Wenrenxian's heart.
Shui Miaomiao's eyes were so smart that she seemed to be able to speak. Because of this, Wenrenxian's heart became more and more agitated, and she did not dare to step forward. Every look in her eyes told her that she was fine, but the scars on her eyes were... In sarcasm everything is a lie.
