Quick time travel: The cold villain is acting like a baby in my arms again

Qiu Cimu was still not used to it, he had a good sword, why did he give birth to a weapon spirit after a year of absence.

There was a little precaution in my heart, "I will go by myself."

"Farewell, in this yellow sand, you don't have to step on anything, and you don't want to cause me trouble, do you?"

This sentence is said in the heart of Qiu Ci Mu.

The desert was too far away from the main city, Mu Ciwan took a look at Qiu Cimu whose clothes were stained with blood, and led him directly into the forest before.

Just now, catching the monster made the place turn upside down, and felt the familiar aura for a while, so the monster didn't dare to go forward.

Mu Ciwan was also happy and relaxed.

"Take a good rest. We will go to the main city tomorrow, and you will also need to change into new clothes."

There is actually no cleansing formula in this world, but Qiu Cimu's clothes are tattered, even if they are cleaned, it is not convenient to wear them. If he is not handsome, he may be no different from a beggar on the street.

"Is this the desert?"

"Yes, there are no people in the far north, otherwise I will get you a suitable dress."

As Mu Ciwan said, he picked up some more firewood and lit it. If she is not afraid of the cold, Master might be able to.

"Then this is the Qionglin?"

The so-called Qionglin is the forest where monsters often appear. Unlike ordinary animals, there is an oasis in the desert only with the blessing of magic energy and fairy arts.

"Yes, after all, in this desert, only Qionglin can eat." Mu Ciwan nodded, turned the fire away, and sparks splashed out, "It's a pity that there is no pool here."

You can use Yushui Jue for water, but without a pool, it is inconvenient to take a bath.

"Sit here obediently, I'll go get something back."

After finishing speaking, he stood up and set up a defensive formation beside Qiu Cimu, not worried about him leaving at all.

A sword cultivator will not abandon his sword.

After a while, Mu Ciwan came back with his prey. Qiu Cimu still sat obediently on the ground with his back leaning against a branch, but his eyes opened, revealing the empty eye sockets. When he sensed that someone had returned, he closed them in a panic. superior.

"Don't close your eyes, you're pretty." Mu Ciwan left the monster aside, walked over and stroked his brows and eyes lightly. There should have been a pair of bright and beautiful eyes here, but they were lost because of Liu Baihe.

The more I think about it, the angrier I feel.

After the master settled down, she went to skin Liu Baihe and cramped.

Qiu Cimu keenly sensed her anger, was taken aback, and then grabbed the wrist on the eyebrows, and said in a cool and cool voice: "I'm fine."

You don't look harmless, Mu Ciwan thought to himself.

But he held his hand backhand, and the delicate and warm touch spread out at the fingertips.

Qiucimu thought about a question for the first time.

Does the sword spirit also have temperature?

There is no answer to this question for the time being, anyway, the sword spirit in front of him looks like a real person.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "How did you find me? Why did you teleport the formation?"

This formation has been lost for many years, and he has never seen anyone use it.

On the contrary, there is a teleportation formation in the back mountain of Yujian Pavilion, which was drawn by the ancestors, but no one can repair it now.

"I'm your weapon spirit, so I can naturally sense your position. As for the teleportation formation, it's just passing on the memory, are you hungry?"

"People who cultivate immortals don't need this."

If he was really hungry, he would have starved to death within a year.

Mu Ciwan chuckled softly: "Then you have to eat some, but you can't waste it. The magic beast I hunted hard has aura in it, and it can also warm and nourish your veins."

After all, without waiting for Qiucimu to say anything else, he walked over and dealt with it three or two times, and then found a few branches to insert in and put them on the fire.

But no seasoning.

Qiu Cimu felt his empty right hand, and slowly retracted it. Hearing the slight movement from his side, his fingers trembled feebly. In the end, he didn't say anything, but just faced the direction of the flame, but closed his eyes.

The flame hit his face, flickering like an illusion.

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Said it was a simple rest for the night, Mu Ciwan didn't sleep all night, Qiu Cimu seemed to have his eyes closed, but he didn't sleep either, but Mu Ciwan's hand was holding Qiu Cimu, warming his meridians.

Fortunately, Liu Baihe just gouged out his eyes and abolished his sea of ​​consciousness. He didn't do anything else. He should be afraid that he won't be able to repair it after he seized the house.

As long as the eyes and the sea of ​​consciousness can find the corresponding medicine, it will not be difficult.

When the sun was shining, Mu Ciwan let go of his hand and stood up, "Let's go to the city to buy some things first, and then look for the treasures of heaven and earth."

Speaking of which, Liu Baihe should have medicinal materials to treat this, Mu Ciwan made some calculations, and he already had a plan in mind.

Qiucimu didn't know her twists and turns, and stood up with his right hand supporting the tree trunk. If he ignored the tattered clothes on his body, he would look like a breeze, making Mu Ciwan in a trance for a moment.

"Master, lend me the Longyin Sword." She rolled her eyes, looked at Qiu Cimu and said.

Qiu Ci Mu: "...Just call me by my name, take the sword."

It always feels a bit awkward, men and women can't kiss each other, maybe this sword spirit doesn't have such a consciousness.

"Okay, then I'll tell you to bid farewell to me from now on. Hold my hand tightly and wrap it around my waist after going up. I'm not very skilled with a sword, so be careful when you fall down."

Seeing that Qiu Cimu didn't move for a long time, Mu Ciwan simply took his hand and put it on his waist. When he looked back, he saw Qiu Cimu with red ears, and his hand retracted like an electric shock.

"Muciwan, between you and me, men and women can't kiss each other."

"Ci Mu, I'm the sword spirit." Mu Ciwan didn't care about that, and he had to be shameless when he should be shameless, so that he could take the master home smoothly.

Qiu Cimu stopped talking, Mu Ciwan rolled his eyes, put his hand on his waist again, and saw that the other party didn't take it back, so he flew with his sword.

To be honest, I was not used to suddenly changing the way after driving for a long time, but Mu Xianzun was able to adjust his posture in time, and he entered the state after a while.

It couldn't be more stable.

The number of refugees increased, and documents were needed to enter the city. Like black households, Mu Ciwan simply dragged Qiu Cimu to find a secret place and entered the city.

The city lord is a monk in the golden core stage, and thanks to his strength, he can guarantee a safe place to live on the edge of the desert.