Quick travel: Cannon fodder snatches away the yandere villain

Gu Jin hugged Qi Jinglin, who was almost falling to the ground, raised his hand and gently patted his cheek, his eyes full of anxiety.

This person is not going to die.

Help! There is no mention of cannon fodder in the script.

“Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, wake up.” Gu Jin called out softly, but was worried that the Demon Slaughtering Formation would make another move, so he simply put his arm on his shoulder, “Excuse me, we have to leave quickly.”

It’s better to take the person away first, at least he can survive.

If there is any unusual movement in the demon-slaying formation, he alone may not be able to escape.

Gu Jin was leading unfamiliar people in unfamiliar ruins and didn't know where to go. He listened to the instructions of the system in his mind and walked deeper into the Black Forest.

The dark forest was so dark that not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate through the dense leaves. It was as impenetrable as a dark cloud, looming oppressively over the head.

I don't know how long I walked, but thick spots of light were cast, penetrating the mottled gaps and falling on the forest floor, forming patches of light and shadows, penetrating the dense mist and leaving behind shapes of light.

The breeze blew gently, and the leaves rustled. There was no roar of monsters around. Instead, birds could be seen quietly preening their feathers on the branches, occasionally making a few crisp chirps, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet forest.

Different, completely different.

Compared to the desolate Demon-Slaying Array, this place is like another world.

The air is filled with the scent of grass and soil, allowing the human soul to be immersed in the grass and trees, and the bitter scent of grass and trees cleanses the spiritual veins.

The water surface by the stream is like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky, white clouds and the surrounding trees. There is not a ripple and everything seems so calm, as if time has stopped here.

"Is this a barrier?" Gu Jin put Qi Jinglin on the ground, looked around carefully, and saw the barrier not far away that almost cut two spaces, and murmured softly.

I'm afraid that a barrier that has remained unchanged for tens of millions of years is not something that an ordinary person can leave behind.

[Gu Jin, there is a bamboo house over there, you can rest inside. ]

The system confirmed everything around it first and reminded Gu Jin quietly.

Gu Jin helped Qi Jinglin up again and walked inside. Not long after walking, they saw that the trees in the depths of the forest became sparse, with layers of bamboo dotted in between.

The further you go inside, the more the sparse bamboos turn into a bamboo forest, with yellow fallen leaves at the bottom, occasionally mixed with a few green ones.

When I looked up, I saw a bamboo house in the densest bamboo area not far away. It stood quietly in the green bamboo forest, blending in with the surrounding natural environment.

This bamboo house is built with bamboo and the roof is covered with thick bamboo leaves, giving people a rustic and tranquil feeling. In front of the door is a small hill made of bamboo and clean and clear stream flows slowly under the bridge.

The bamboo house is surrounded by dense bamboo forests. The sunlight shines through the gaps in the bamboo forest, forming patches of mottled light and shadows. When the breeze blows, the bamboo forest makes a rustling sound, making people's minds more peaceful.

Walking into the bamboo house, the interior is simple and comfortable. The bamboo walls exude a faint bamboo fragrance, making people feel fresh and pleasant. There are several bamboo tables and chairs in the house.

Gu Jin put Qi Jinglin on the bed. The snow-white gauze curtain was blown down by the breeze, slowly blocking the person on the bed.

Pushing open the window, letting the fresh air and sunshine in freely, the bamboo forest outside the house was still singing with the noise of the wind, making Gu Jin couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The internal injuries caused by the Demon-Slaying Formation seemed to be slowly healing.

"It's really an interesting place." Gu Jin nodded gently and leaned against the window. "We can stay here for a while."

The breeze blew his hair, and Gu Jin narrowed his eyes comfortably, slowly revealing a faint smile.

Taking a deep breath, Gu Jin turned around and wanted to heal the person on the bed. After all, he was a fellow Taoist who had shared hardships with him.

Turning around and leaning against the window, the breeze blew up the light bed curtain. On the white gauze curtain, there were dots of bamboo leaves embroidered with black silk, which seemed to be fluttering in the wind, and you could even smell the fragrance of bamboo.

The bed curtain was blown to the highest point, and as the breeze slowed down, it floated down lightly, revealing a figure behind the curtain. Gu Jin paused in his tracks, stunned, staring stupidly at the person on the bed.

Rubbing his eyes uncertainly, Gu Jin opened his mouth slightly in surprise, his exclamation was suppressed in his throat. His pupils trembled, and he reached out to touch his face.

how come?

How could it be...Qi Jinglin...

The ruins can only be entered by cultivators below the Jindan stage, so why is Qi Jinglin here...

The moment the veil fell completely, Qi Jinglin's face turned back into an ordinary face. He closed his eyes uneasily, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Gu Jin woke up as if from a dream, and quickly moved closer to Qi Jinglin, reaching out and placing his fingertips on his wrist.

Carefully feeling Qi Jinglin's pulse, Gu Jin tried to find clues to prove Qi Jinglin's identity. He didn't believe that it was just a momentary illusion.

"System, what is this place?" Gu Jin sniffed the system in his mind.

[This is where the Xuancang God once lived in seclusion. ]

The place where Lord Xuancang lived in seclusion.

No wonder he was able to temporarily break Qi Jinglin's magic.

Feeling the slight change in the pulse, Gu Jin raised his fingertips and carefully traced Qi Jinglin's profile with his eyes.

He forcefully suppressed his own cultivation, but was still able to detect traces of spiritual power in the spiritual veins. If Gu Jin didn't know Qi Jinglin's true identity, he might not have been able to figure it out.

what is this?

The master pretended to be a stranger, pretending to be seriously injured, and deceived his own disciples into taking care of him.

Acting like a spoiled brat or something.

Gu Jin's fingertips gently tapped on his palms, causing his thoughts to constantly linger in his mind. He had an idea, but he didn't dare to believe it.

Qi Jinglin has feelings for him.

I don't dare to admit it, but I don't want to give up.

What a coward.

He sat quietly beside Qi Jinglin, his eyes revealing endless tenderness and care. He shook his head silently, gently lifted Qi Jinglin's hand, and carefully examined the wound, as if it was a precious treasure.

The wound was not particularly deep, and the spiritual power in the body was not flowing very strongly. Gu Jin knew that Qi Jinglin's injuries were under control.

His movements were still gentle and skillful, and every subtle movement was full of careful care. His warm hands gently stroked the injured person's face and comforted him softly.

Taking out a pile of bottles and jars from his Qiankun bag, Gu Jin carefully cleaned the wound, blowing on it while applying medicine, for fear of causing any pain to the injured.

After treating every wound on his body, Gu Jin washed his hands again and helped Qi Jinglin up from the bed, no longer as distant as he was at the beginning.

After finding a suitable position and letting Qi Jinglin lean against his chest, Gu Jin reached out to touch his eyes and comforted him, "Let me see your eyes. The demonic energy of the Demon Slaughtering Formation seems to have burned them."

Originally, the eyes would not be hurt, but at the last moment, Qi Jinglin suppressed his cultivation and underestimated the power of the collision between demonic energy and spiritual power.

Even Gu Jin himself did not expect that the magic that he suddenly came up with could be so powerful.

But it is also a trump card.

Qi Jinglin's eyes were red and stained with blood. Gu Jin used his spiritual power to slowly force out all the evil energy in the wound, and then wiped the wound clean with a soft handkerchief.

He found a soft handkerchief from his Qiankun bag, folded it a few times and tied it over Qi Jinglin's eyes.

"Take good care of yourself. I'll go out and find some herbs later. I'm afraid the burns from the demonic energy won't heal so quickly." Helping Qi Jinglin lie down, Gu Jin put away the medicine bottle beside him. "I will apply medicine to you every day. I will also take good care of you, Master...Fellow Daoist."

Pulling the corner of the quilt upwards, Gu Jin wanted to go outside to see if there were any herbs, but Qi Jinglin grabbed his wrist. He tilted his head to listen to Gu Jin's movements and whispered, "My name is Yun Cang, thank you very much, fellow Taoist."

Gu Jin curled the corners of his lips but didn't laugh out loud. Looking at Qi Jinglin's serious disguise, he nodded slightly and said, "I am Gu Jin, the disciple of Immortal Lord Jinglin of Xiaoyao Sect."

Patting the back of Qi Jinglin's hand, Gu Jin moved closer, exhaling sweet air and smiling faintly, "Daoyou Yuncang, call me if you have any problems. I will definitely take good care of you, such as helping you bathe..."