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Jiang Zhuo'an didn't dare to touch him along the way. He only dared to use his spiritual power to carefully support his body in his palms to prevent his wounds from opening again.

His back was completely stained with blood, as if he crawled out of bloody water. Every inch of his white clothes was stained with blood, and even his hair was inevitably stuck to his face with blood. He was in a very embarrassed state...

When the flower demon saw that both of them were covered in blood, he panicked and said, "Master Xianzun, what happened to you and Xiao Ning?"

Jiang Zhuo'an carefully put Yan Qingning down, and just as he was about to answer the flower demon's question, he vomited a mouthful of blood with minced meat.

Shen Ke hated him. The whip was naturally much harder than a normal execution, and he didn't use spiritual power to protect his body. It was normal for the flesh and blood in his abdomen to be shattered by the spiritual power of the bone whip.

Jiang Zhuo'an raised his hand to wipe away the blood on the corners of his lips, stuffed a life-extending pill into his mouth, and then had time to answer the flower demon's question: "It's just a punishment."

He was furious and his body was at the end of its strength. He could no longer say more, so he could only explain the matter to the flower demon as soon as possible: "Take good care of Aning, and don't tell him anything related to me. "

After speaking, he took out all the medicine from the storage space, placed it in front of the flower demon, used his last bit of spiritual power to crush the teleportation talisman, and sent himself to the cold pool.

The breath of the cold pool is cold, but it can inhibit wound infection. Although it will let the cold air enter the body, the cold pool contains spiritual energy, which can more or less heal the wound.

Jiang Zhuoan was born with a cold body, so healing in a cold pool was perfect.

However, he had spent too much spiritual energy to support Yan Qingning before, and now he did not have enough spiritual energy to crush the teleportation talisman. Instead of falling into the cold pool, he fell on a bluestone beside the cold pool.

There were some gravels on the edge of the bluestone, and the sharp parts on them were enough to cut a person's palm. The place where Jiang Zhuoan fell happened to be this pile of gravels.

The wound on his back prevented him from standing up, so he could only lie down on the pile of gravel, letting the sharp stones cut his palms, his arms, his chest...

The blood once again dyed the ground red. The immortal who was originally white-clad was in a miserable state. The broken white clothes were stuck to his bloody wounds, causing pain like peeling off skin every time he moved.

Jiang Zhuo'an almost fainted from the pain, but he still took a breath and crawled towards the cold pool with a pale face. The scarlet blood paved a winding road under his body. Just looking at his appearance made him extremely excited. Horrible.

He climbed to the edge of the pool with great effort, and his hand cut by the gravel was soaked in the cold pool, which slightly relieved the burning pain of the wound.

He lay blankly beside the Tan, but unconsciously recalled the scene in Guixu Palace in his mind: Yan Qingning lying on the ground covered in blood, trying hard to crawl over and touch him, but when he was about to When she touched him, she retracted her hand humbly and cowardly, for fear of staining him...

Every time he thought of these tragic scenes, uncontrollable pain would well up in his heart.

He closed his eyes and felt the wound on his back, as well as his current humiliating and humble look. Tears gathered in his cold eyes unconsciously, dripping down his chin and into the cold pool.

It turns out... he was in so much pain at that time...

It turns out...he was working so hard at that time...

Jiang Zhuo'an was lying on the edge of the bed, his pale cheek pressed against the cold soil, letting the dirty soil stain his dusty face.

The gods were contaminated by the vulgar thoughts of the world, and they willingly fell into the mud. From then on, their divinity was annihilated, their white clothes were stained with blood, and filth flourished...

The spiritual power in his body had been exhausted long ago, and all the available medicine was left to Yan Qingning, but his injuries would never allow him to drag it out any longer.

He took a breath, gritted his teeth and forced himself up, then fell straight into the icy cold pool.

The biting cold soon swallowed him completely, making his brain, which was already chaotic due to serious injuries, become even more chaotic until he was unable to think.

The water in the cold pool was crystal clear, but when Jiang Zhuoan poured into the pool, it suddenly turned scarlet, and the entire cold pool... turned into a pool of blood in an instant.

He closed his eyes and sank to the bottom of the water, all alone, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world...

The wounds on the back have gradually recovered under the healing of the cold pool and spiritual energy. Except for some scars that are as deep as the bone, the original small wounds have begun to scab.

He hugged himself carefully, and the cold pool water rushed out the torn cloth strips behind him, along with the shocking blood stains.

No one knew that he was actually very afraid of being alone and alone, so he worked hard to become the strongest swordsman, just to be able to bless the sect, just to make himself... a needed existence.

Just because his master told him that he was a sword, a sword that protected Tianshu Sect.

As a sword, he couldn't have emotions, let alone betray his sect, so he spent his whole life silently admiring the feelings of others and obeying the orders of the head of the Tianshu Sect.

Sometimes, he doesn't even know... is he a human being?Or a sword?

The illusion he encountered when he first met Yan Qingning once again appeared in his hazy mind: those proud and wanton people, wearing red gauze, knelt down in front of him devoutly, whispering words of love: "Immortal Lord" Sir, I love you..."

However, this time, he did not draw his sword to kill him. Instead, he leaned close to him, squatted in front of him, and asked him half confused and half confused: "Am I a human? Or a sword?"

Yan Qingning in the illusion raised his head and looked at him intently: "The Immortal Lord is only himself. Whether it is a person or a sword, the Immortal Lord is only himself and belongs only to himself."

Jiang Zhuo'an looked at Yan Qingning who was still kneeling on the ground in confusion, then looked at himself, and asked uncertainly: "Am I...only for myself?"

Yan Qingning's eyes this time were much firmer than before. He looked at Jiang Zhuo'an steadily: "Master Xianzun will always belong to you only."

This statement was very different from what Jiang Zhuoan had heard all along, but surprisingly... he liked Yan Qingning's statement better.

This was completely contrary to what he had heard.

Jiang Zhuoan had been floating in the water for an unknown amount of time. He was in a daze, but every time he was on the verge of coma, he was forcibly pulled back to reality by the severe pain in his body.

The shadow of the man in the illusion also became more and more transparent as he returned to reality again and again, until finally... it turned into fragments of nothingness, passing away in his clenched hands.

Beautiful things...can't always be grasped.

The figure at the bottom of the cold pool is particularly lonely, but there is also a hint of vague paranoia mixed in here.

Some bad things will intensify under the cover of a holy appearance, until in the end only a layer of hypocrisy is left, and the inside... has long been corroded by darkness.

The Taoist heart he adheres to, at this moment, only a weak clarity is left to support him from being contaminated by the devil.

Xiaobai: [Task target love value +5, current love value is: 75. 】

Yan Qingning was lying in the consciousness space, listening to Xiao Bai's report with squinted eyes, as lazy as a noble cat.

Xiaobai came up and patted his hand, coquettishly: [Host, the target loves you even more! 】

Yan Qingning stroked its head and smiled heartlessly: [Baby, watch it!Our cold, noble and unconcerned immortal is about to fall in love! 】

The show...will start soon!

Here, the flower demon saw that Yan Qingning had been unconscious for a long time, and he was so anxious that the flower branches were knotted: "Xiao Ning, my little ancestor! Why aren't you awake yet?"

Suddenly, a vine struck at extremely fast speed, and was about to hit Yan Qingning's face.

The flower demon's face was stern, and he hurriedly threw out the flower branch to stop the ivy: "Vine demon, what do you mean?"

The vine spirit hidden in the darkness showed his figure, expressionless: "He is a demon, and his existence will disturb the Taoist heart of the Immortal Lord."

"So what if he is a demon? Lord Immortal hasn't said anything yet, why do you want to put him to death!" The flower demon was obviously angry and turned into a human to argue with him.

Teng Jingqie didn't even give her a look. He stared at Yan Qingning who was lying on the ground due to serious injuries with murderous eyes, and said coldly: "Demons, damn! Everyone will be punished!"

"Ivy! Don't go too far!" The flower demon quickly ran to Yan Qingning, blocked the murderous gaze of the ivy demon with his own body, and said angrily: "Xiao Ning and the ones you killed before The demons are different, Xiao Ning is simple, kind and sweet-tongued, and he also likes Master Xianzun very much. If you really kill him, Master Xianzun will definitely not let you go!"

"Hua Qiao, don't stop me." Qing Teng was a little helpless, but the murderous intention that soared to the sky has finally been relieved: "This demon has messed up the Taoist heart of Master Xianzun. I killed him for Master Xianzun." good."

"You don't know anything!" Hua Qiao bared her teeth viciously and cried: "Do you know what Xiao Ning has paid for?

In order to follow the footsteps of Lord Immortal, he walked for three days without stopping despite the injuries on his soles, just to meet Lord Immortal at the disciple selection meeting.

Because he was walking in a hurry, he didn't have time to bring good wound medicine, so he used inferior wound medicine to heal the injury on his foot, but every step he took was sharp pain.

He knew that his feelings were causing trouble to Master Xianzun, so he was satisfied with just seeing Master Xianzun every day.

When he knew that the leader, Shen Ke, was trying to use his power to force Master Xianzun to kneel down, he rushed over despite the hidden wounds on his body to protect Master Xianzun, who was proud and pure. "

"I know all what he did, but he also specifically told me not to tell Lord Immortal." Hua Qiao said, her tone was choked unconsciously, with tears in her eyes, she glared at him: " Qingteng, let me ask you!

This is Xiao Ning... You touch your conscience and say, why do you think he deserves to die? "

Qingteng listened to Hua Qiao's tearful narration about Yan Qingning. He moved his lips but didn't say anything. Instead, he turned around and left with murderous intent dissipating from his body.

After Qingteng left, a bloody hand grabbed the hem of Hua Qiao's clothes and whispered: "...Sister Flower Demon...don't...don't cry...Xiao Ning...no...it won't hurt... "