In those years, the cultivators we cut together

The Great Rakshasa Heaven is divided into day and night.

At this time, it was getting late, and in an unknown deep mountain somewhere in the Great Rakshatian, nearly a thousand people, including human monks and Raksha clansmen, gathered together on a flat mountain road, and there were even a few people rising in disarray in the field. A bonfire, crackling and burning in the dark night.

Under the fire that seemed to be swallowed by darkness at any time, people gathered as much as possible, which seemed to make them feel more secure, especially these young girls, who could not calm down for a long time when they heard the soft sobs of other Raksha tribesmen.

The situation is not good.

The current Raksha people have completely become mortals. At the beginning, the source of their power was that the patriarch Yan Buyi opened up the natural affinity through the sacred object of the Raksha clan, but now the patriarch sacrificed himself to cover everyone from leaving, and the sacred object also Without a trace, the Rakshasa people completely lost their source of power, and became no different from ordinary people.

What is even more frightening is that in the afternoon, some new students told everyone that Liu Boyang was hunting other students with his bones, and many people had already died at his hands.

At this moment, at the center of the crowd, Lin Xiaolu was sitting in front of the bonfire, his bright eyes reflecting the orange fire, thinking about things quietly.

Liu Boyang should be dead, he saw this with his own eyes, but he doesn't know why the cub was revived, and even colluded with the zombies, he probably became an indestructible husband-in-law.

In the face of unresolved bones, everyone discussed it, and there is really no way at all. We can only wait for the end of the secret realm the day after tomorrow, and then let the department owners handle it. During this period, everyone can only hide as much as possible, and don’t be caught Bone found.

Hearing the suppressed cries of Tatar, Fuluo and other Raksha tribes beside him, and listening to the singing of Raksha women tearfully coaxing their children to sleep in the distance, the boy's mood fell to the lowest point.

Obviously yesterday I was chatting and bragging with my friends in the village, but today...

It's so unpredictable.

"Brother, you are also seriously injured, go to sleep." Xiao Yu'er at the side pulled the boy's sleeve, but Lin Xiaolu shook his head:

"Fighting against Buhuagu for seven days in a row, everyone was injured. I slept and no one kept watch. Now that Buhuagu and Liu Boyang are killing people everywhere, I need to be more vigilant."

He squeezed out a smile, and rubbed his sister's head affectionately:

"Go back and rest."

After finishing speaking, Lin Xiaolu got up and walked to Wugou who was healing Ah Yi and Shangguan Cantaloupe.

"How are they?"

"The injury is stabilized for the time being." Wugou sighed and said:

"Ah Yi's benefactor suffered some corpse poison, and the monk has already used the Buddha Wheel Infinite Sutra to force him out. The situation of Shangguan's benefactor is a little bit better, and his internal organs have suffered a little shock."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu smiled, looked at his two good friends, and felt that these two were really good, and when the duel was so impenetrable, they were really fighting with their lives.

After explaining a few words to Wugou, Lin Xiaolu looked at Bingtanger and Zhaomumu who were whispering in the distance. These two girls were relatively lightly injured, especially Bingtanger, who was only exhausted and had almost recovered now. If anything happens, you have to count on them.

After seeing the two girls, he looked at Zhuge Dan who was sleeping soundly in the distance holding Zhuge Pangpang. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, he didn't bother her.

Finally, Lin Xiaolu thought for a while, and came to the far away Gongyang Xiamu.

At this moment, the ram Xia Mu was covered in mud, and he also contributed in the battle with Buhuagu, but the result was not so good, he was thrown over by Buhuagu's arm, and almost fell on the spot.

"How is your injury?" Lin Xiaolu came to him and asked.

Gongyang Xia Mu glanced at Lin Xiaolu, then shook his head with a wry smile:

"Boneless is too strong. It's a level behind us. Although I have taken the elixir, I don't think it will get better in a short time."

Lin Xiaolu didn't say anything when he heard the words, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Take good care of your wounds. If you encounter unresolved bones again, I will carry them."

After saying the calm words, Gongyang Xia Mu was slightly taken aback, then his complexion changed slightly, and he said with some hesitation:

"Brother Xiaolu, I have a question, I want to ask you."

"Ok?"

Under the light of the orange fire, the ram Xia Mu first glanced at the miserable Raksha people around him, and then asked in a low voice:

"These Raksha people, what are Brother Xiaolu going to do?"

Hearing this question, Lin Xiaolu gave him a puzzled look, while Gongyang Xiamu explained:

"Brother Xiaolu, forgive me for speaking bluntly. These Rakshasa tribesmen have lost their strength, and they are now almost like ordinary mortals. I heard from the new students who came here before that now this unshakable bone is hiding in the dark and hunting us everywhere. We have to It’s really a bit of a shame to lead this group of people to hide from the bones.”

Halfway through the speech, Gongyang Xiamu saw Lin Xiaolu looking at him without blinking.

Under the faint light of the bonfire, the boy's eyes were extremely bright, but facing such bright eyes, Gong Yang Xia Mu's expression tightened slightly, and the words on his lips were stuck.

It wasn't until half a minute later that he spoke again, a little helplessly saying:

"Brother Xiaolu, we had a lot of misunderstandings before, let's not talk about this matter for now, but you have also seen the current situation. Yes, the patriarch of the Raksha clan didn't care about us people. Everyone owes him a life, but at this moment, after all, the situation is special. The Rakshasa tribe has no combat power. If you take so many of them to hide together, you will be wiped out if you are not careful. They are a burden now. ! Brother Xiaolu, why do you want to fight for these foreigners?"

Before Gongyang Xia Mu finished speaking, Lin Xiaolu raised his hand and pointed into the distance.

"The road is there, you can leave at any time."

Ram Xiamu: ...

In the arena, the warm bonfire was shining, Lin Xiaolu looked at the ram Xia Mu, and said calmly:

"Everyone has the most important thing, you think your most important thing is life, I understand, but you can't ask me to have the same most important thing as you, so if you want to leave, or take other people away, please feel free. "

"Brother Xiaolu thinks life is the most important thing?" Gongyang Xia Mu struggled and continued to persuade:

"If life is gone, if we reincarnate and recultivate, then the talents we have now, the opportunities we have obtained, family background, and background may all be gone. After all, no one can be sure what we will become in the next life. Brother Xiaolu, any cultivator Those who are successful will be afraid that they will fall short, and they will be ruined all over their bodies!"

Realistically, and bluntly exhorted, Lin Xiaolu shook his head, turned his head, stared at the fire in front of him and said:

"Maybe it is for you, but not for me. I practice martial arts, never for longevity."

"What is that for, justice?" Gongyang Xia Mu felt a little ridiculous.

To his surprise, Lin Xiaolu looked up at him and said:

"Some things have to be done by someone, whether it is cultivating immortals or practicing martial arts, in fact, it is all for the sake of living comfortably.

I'm sorry, Gongyang, if I leave You En and run away alone with my Raksha people, then even if I live forever, I won't be at ease, and even if I die, I won't be able to close my eyes! "