The girl in white had innocent eyes and seemed to be listening to something. Then she looked at Su Xing with wide eyes and showed an innocent smile:
"You came!"
"You really brought me delicious rainwater."
He stuck out his pink tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, as if he was still tasting the taste of rainwater, and emphasized:
"tastes good!"
Su Xing used Fusang Shengsheng Technique to avoid falling into the other party's natural charm.
The reason why the other party liked the spiritual rain he dropped so much was probably due to the Fuso spiritual root.
The Fusang tree is said to be one of the five sacred trees, and is also the habitat of the Golden Crow, also known as the Sun Tree.
Perhaps, the rainwater containing the spiritual energy of hibiscus will make wood spirits particularly friendly.
"What reward do you want?" He looked at Su Xing with eyes as clear as water and asked.
Su Xing pondered for a while, and combined with what the woman in gray had just left, he did not refuse, bowed and said:
"Wang Hesheng wants to kill me, so I have no choice but to come here and ask for help from my senior. Please help me capture this guy."
He didn't directly ask about the Xuan Kui tattoo, because it would expose the weird tattoo on his back, whether it was good or bad.
On the contrary, after taking down Medicine Master Wang, he faced off in front of this powerful girl. If this girl was really Jin Dan, then he would naturally find something unusual about her.
After hearing this, the girl in white did not answer directly. She tilted her ears as if listening to something. After a while, she finally said:
"Okay, she agreed."
who is she? That woman in gray? How did the two of them talk?
Sound transmission? Two souls in one body?
Su Xing was confused, but he didn't dare to express it.
But I saw the woman in white walking gently to a purple bamboo, placing her white and tender hands on the surface of the round bamboo like purple jade, and saying like a coquettish girl:
"Help me find Wang Hesheng."
The sound is soft, like the sound of a spring in an empty valley, or the cry of an oriole.
There was no wind in the forest, but the bamboo swayed gently and its leaves rustled.
Then, like a plague spreading, ten bamboos, a bamboo forest, the entire Wulang Mountain, the entire Yuli Peak, until...the entire Purple Jade Sect, all the bamboos.
All trembled like crazy.
Like loyal soldiers, they finally waited for the imperial edict from their emperor.
Wang Hesheng!
find him!
All the bamboos seemed to have spirituality at this time. The rustling bamboo leaves seemed to be talking, madly transmitting messages, all looking for the man with this name.
At this time, on a small hill in front of Yuli Peak Mountain, rain curtains were dense, and Wang Hesheng was lurking in the shadow of the bamboo forest, almost completely hiding his aura with his vegetation.
Still waiting... for Su Xing's arrival.
Even though he was feeling uneasy, he was still fulfilling his final responsibility.
Suddenly, there was a faint sensation coming from the Xuan Kui pattern on his back.
It's the Son!
Wang Hesheng was ashamed, embarrassed, and looking forward to it.
Was it the Holy Son who discovered that Su Xing had escaped? No, the Holy Son must have discovered it long ago. Was it another arrangement by the Holy Son to capture Su Xing?
Wang Hesheng was so entangled that he wanted to lie down on the ground and beg the Holy Son for forgiveness.
Then he heard two words coming from the bottom of his heart:
"dying."
Contact with Xuan Kui was interrupted.
He was stunned for a moment.
But without much hesitation, he almost subconsciously took out a bottle from the storage bag.
There was a note taped to it.
Dead in the middle of the night.
However, the next moment, the bamboo leaves behind him suddenly rustled and swayed, and he seemed to hear the rustling sounds formed into vague words.
"Wang Hesheng looks like this, looks like this!"
"His taste! His taste!"
"Found him! Found him!"
"Here! Here!"
'boom'
An ordinary bamboo suddenly seemed to be unstable due to wind and rain.
It collapsed just like that, and, by coincidence, it was pressed against him.
Immediately afterwards, all the nearby bamboos were pulled out and fell on him.
It was obviously just an ordinary green bamboo, but when it fell on him, it felt like a whip. He was already leaning slightly on the ground, staggered, and was whipped directly to the ground.
Then, one bamboo after another, as if life-threatening, pressed on him.
"Don't let him get away! Don't let him get away!"
There were even many bamboos dozens of meters away, with their roots pulled out from the soil, as if they wanted to run in their direction.
However, after all, it was just an ordinary green bamboo that jumped out of the soil and fell directly to the ground.
But the rustling bamboo leaves seemed to be still squirming unwillingly in their own direction.
The whole world seemed to be trying to catch him.
He finally understood why the Holy Son was so urgent in sending him a message to die.
However, the porcelain bottle in his hand has been knocked down, and the green bamboo is like a stone. He is pressed underneath and cannot move at all.
Suddenly, the rustling noise in his ears suddenly fell silent.
There seemed to be the sound of breaking earth beneath him.
A purple jade-like bamboo shoot tip suddenly broke out of the ground and pushed itself up.
The dozens of green bamboos pressing on his body seemed to have lost their weight and were pushed away.
At the same time, the purple bamboo beneath him gradually grows stronger. The bamboo leaves are like swords, filled with milky white mist, and push themselves up to the sky at a magical angle.
However, he did not feel falling, and his mind suddenly became a little sluggish. He rolled in the air for a long time before he realized it.
The huge purple bamboos are like welcoming trees on both sides of the road, like pairs of soldiers lined up neatly, like some kind of intelligent creatures, catching themselves with bamboo branches and throwing themselves forward step by step.
The road composed of purple bamboo spreads forward as far as the eye can see.
The direction is...Yulifeng.
Wrapped in mist, Wang Yaoshi's head felt dizzy and he closed his eyes tightly.
What came to mind was the last voice of the Son.
The porcelain vase that died in the middle of the night has fallen to no one’s where.
However, even if you drink it, it is just the difference between dying early and dying later.
Because...his blood has long been burned to death.
After taking more than a dozen pills of Burning Blood Pills, the plant body had been maintained for such a long time, and the Dantian was almost dry at this time.
So he successfully lifted the vegetation body.
The green bark began to fade away from the body, but strangely, a part of the bark was still attached to the body, as if it was originally part of the skin.
The other part of the exposed skin was extremely pale, without a trace of blood.
His lips were pale, his hands and feet were cold and weak, and his breathing began to become rapid.
Finally, my vision blurred, and my broken life flashed through me like a revolving lantern.
His parents don't love him, his sect doesn't pay attention to him, and he is played by a bitch.
Fail, fail, fail.
Until it freezes on that black sunflower.
"My life is meaningful."
he thought, and then the world fell into darkness.
...
Purple Jade Sect, looking at Yufeng, there is a white jade-based palace with incense curling up.
A white-haired old man slowly opened his eyes and seemed to be looking from a distance.
His eyes were sad and he didn't say a word.
...
Somewhere on a high cliff, a middle-aged man in a mysterious robe with half a black sunflower pattern tattooed on his side looked towards the direction of the Purple Jade Sect, with greed in his eyes.
"Thousands of trees are born and die, reincarnation is endless."
"It's called... forest wilderness!"
His eyes shifted, and on the other half of his face, his eyes rolled, and the skin peeled off, leaving little black lines on it, like an evil ghost.
