After the death of the master, the rebels treated me in the crematorium [Transmigration Book]

Fang Xingjian frowned slightly, he couldn't see Moxiu's face clearly, but Moxiu's voice was very young, probably only in his teens or 20s.

Moxiu gently pulled his wrist, and said like offering a treasure:

"This spiritual spring is very good for my brother's injury. I also added a lot of spiritual herbs. Brother, go and try it."

Moxiu saved him from another person and brought him here just to heal him?

Fang Xingjian took a step back, naturally he wouldn't believe it.

He said indifferently:

"I'm not your brother."

Moxiu choked, apparently not expecting him to reply like this.

He was a little aggrieved:

"It's just a title, does brother care so much?"

Fang Xingjian's lips and chin were tense, and he didn't dare to let go of the long sword in his hand:

"Who the hell are you and why did you save me?"

Mo Xiu paused.

His hair is loose and falls like a waterfall behind his back.The dress is very simple, and it doesn't look like the current fashion in the Demon Realm.

The golden pupils reflected Fang Xingjian's figure, a gentleman who could be crushed to death with one hand, at this time gently grasped Fang Xingjian's wrist.

I didn't dare to push hard, for fear that he would hurt; I didn't dare to relax, for fear that he would run away.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness in his nasal cavity:

"My name is Chiyu."

Like lightning and flint, Fang Xingjian seemed to think of something very important, and his heart was slightly turbulent.

But just for a moment, this emotion was suppressed by him.

Chiyu touched the magic sword with the other hand and explained:

"This sword was given to me a long, long time ago."

"I'm just a sword slave."

Fang Xingjian frowned, and pulled back the wrist he was gripping, but Chiyu didn't have much strength to let him get out.

Sword slave?

Sensing his hesitation, Chiyu tentatively asked:

"Brother doesn't believe me?"

Although he looks docile and simple, Fang Xingjian can feel that under Chiyu's skin, there must be an irresistible vicious dog.

He is not interested in having a dog.

He lazily opened his mouth, turned around and prepared to find a place to practice:

"I don't believe in you, I only believe in my sword."

Seeing his leaving back, Chiyu's round pupils suddenly formed a line, faintly glowing with golden light.

A sense of loss overwhelmed him, and he couldn't suppress the fear in his heart. He stumbled forward and hugged him tightly.

Fang Xingjian didn't notice for a while, but he was knocked into the water by him.

- Whoops.

He fell into the center of the Lingquan, the red jade circled his back, and the palms blocked his head to prevent him from hitting the bottom of the pool.

Although the Lingquan was good, Fang Xingjian's wound was stained with demonic energy, and the water sizzled immediately when the two touched.

Everything in his body ached, from the burn on his back to the sword wound on his chest, he fell into the Lingquan unprepared, the pain was so painful that he couldn't even speak.

His mouth was filled with the taste of bitter and salty bile, and two lines of blood tears flowed out of his empty eyes uncontrollably, dripping into the water, diluted by the spring water and swimming away, leaving only a faint blush.

Chiyu was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, eager to replace him with his body, holding his face with trembling hands, his movements were gentle as if he was soothing the newborn soft cloud, and wiped away the blood with his slender fingertips.

With a crying voice, he stammered:

"I'm sorry brother, I, I didn't mean it, does it hurt?"

He helplessly pulled Fang Xingjian's hand, and gently pressed his lips against his wrist, feeling the slight beating of his pulse.

He is still alive.

Chiyu begged:

"Be patient, okay? If you can bear it, it will pass..."

It's a pity that Fang Xingjian couldn't hear his words, and had already fainted.

Afraid that he would sink into the water, Chiyu could only hold him gently in his arms, not daring to touch the wound on his back with his hands, so he could only hug him vaguely, keeping a layer of veil away from him.

He lay down in the dark cave for a full 1000 years before waiting for his brother who came late.

He lowered his head, his eyes were tender and watery.

Fang Xingjian's black hair was wet and stuck to his cheeks, and his thin lips, which were as bright as peach blossoms, were full of wounds he had bitten and endured pain.

The bright eyes that melted into the clouds and clouds in the sky were completely covered by the shadows, and they were no longer angry.

Chiyu took a deep breath, his golden pupils formed a straight line, and a tyrannical aura exuded from his whole body.

"It's my fault, brother, it's my fault."

The ferocious state seems to be his real body, the meek and gentle person a few breaths ago has long since disappeared without a trace.

The muscles on Chiyu's face were twitching, and the arm muscles surrounding Fang Xingjian tensed up, holding him tightly in his arms.

He pulled out the blade tied to his leg expressionlessly and stabbed it into his arm mercilessly.

The blood flowed into the pool, and the sizzling sound became more intense. I don't know how much magic energy it contains.

Moxiu didn't seem to feel the pain, and mechanically stabbed the same wound like an addiction, until half of the water in the pool was swam bright red.

"If it was you who died, he wouldn't be hurt."

"Why do you always have to hurt him..."

Chiyu was crazy and restrained, stabbing the most painful place with a knife, blood spattered all over the sky.

But carefully gathered up the protective cover, avoiding Fang Xingjian, not letting a drop of blood fall on him.

Fang Xingjian only felt hot blood rushing straight into his nasal cavity, but the pain occupied all his thoughts, and he couldn't separate his mind from caring about external things.

Vaguely, he felt as if he had experienced such a scene.

Pain all over, blood choking nose.

Fang Xingjian's head was in a daze, and he murmured unconsciously:

"Be good—"

Suddenly, Chiyu's golden pupils contracted violently, and the short blade fell into the water with a snap.

He lowered his head, buried in Fang Xingjian's neck with aggrieved and gloomy, sniffing his scent lightly like a puppy.

Gently rubbing his forehead against his neck, he kept calling his brother in a low voice, as if worshiping his god.

"I'll be fine."

He finally found his nest, no longer having to be alone with darkness and fear.

He was finally not alone.

Chiyu closed her eyes and whispered in a sleepy voice:

"I will always be with my brother."

****

The spiritual spring was indeed very effective. The wounds on his body gave birth to new flesh. Although the meridians and dantian in the inner body had no effect, at least the external injuries were healed.

Fang Xingjian's black hair was stained with water, and he stuck to his face in embarrassment, with a tired expression.

Chiyu even prepared furniture and a change of clothes, let him lean on the thick soft couch, took out a towel and gently wiped his hair for him.

Fang Xingjian closed his eyes tiredly, and said softly:

"Aren't you going to kill me?"

The hand that wiped the hair paused, and then continued to move.

"I will never shoot my brother."

Fang Xingjian unconsciously raised the corners of his lips, as if smiling.

He was too tired, too tired to think, unable to escape Chiyu's control.

People whose dantian meridians are all broken are the best ones who can survive. It is already a miracle that he has done a few tricks under Ruojunzi's hands.

The voice behind him had a slight smile, as gentle as a lullaby:

"Someone told me to guard the sword carefully until the person holding the sword appears."

His tone was soft, but his words were serious:

"I waited a lot—many years."

The voice was a little distant, as if it had really gone through a long time.

Fang Xingjian's body and mind were already exhausted to the extreme, and the current situation gave him a sense of security, so he half-closed his eyes.

It's just that in the Demon Realm, no one is a kind person. In front of the unfamiliar Chiyu, Fang Xingjian still has the deepest vigilance.

Chiyu looked at him struggling to stay awake, a simple smile appeared on his face, and the dimples on his cheeks were filled with tenderness.

He stretched out his fingers to lightly touch Fang Xingjian's earlobe, and the chaotic energy flowed into his body soothingly:

"Sleep, brother, we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Dawn gradually dispelled the night.

Chiyu stared at Fang Xingjian's face, the sunlight was like a meticulous painting, carefully painting him with brilliant colors.

The eyebrows are sharp, exuding the indifference that strangers should not enter.

Only Chiyu knew how soft those eyes were.

One glance at him makes people willing to hold the best treasures in heaven and earth before him.

He took out a white gauze from the shirt on his chest, avoided the broken hair on his forehead, gently covered Zhong Lifu's eyes, and tied it behind his head.

After the tie was tied, the fingertips couldn't help staying on his face for a while longer.

Sliding along the high bridge of the nose to the delicate line of the jaw, this is where he looks the most.

The sunlight crossed Chiyu's body, biting his fingertips and turning him into ashes in an instant. In the blink of an eye, more than half of him disappeared.

The sun passed through the clouds and shone on the land of the Demon Realm.

Chiyu disappeared completely in the light, and only let out a shallow sigh, which was blown away in the wind.

He reluctantly called his brother.

****

When Fang Xingjian woke up, the sky was already bright.

The weird red jade disappeared, and the food was carefully arranged on the low table in front of him, delicate and delicious.He was changed into a bamboo-green robe, with light veils tied around his eyes. Although it didn't affect his movements, it was still a bit awkward.

Fang Xingjian tried to tear off the white gauze, and spent a lot of effort, but the gauze, as thin as a cicada's wing, did not budge at all.

I am afraid it is a magic weapon.He frowned and thought.

We can't stay here any longer. The matter with the blue gold fish scales hasn't been resolved yet, and things will change if it's too late. The immediate priority is to find that succubus as soon as possible.

The yellow sand is so fierce outside that one can feel a corner of the city from afar.

Withdrawing his spiritual consciousness, he put his arm lightly on the saber, and he hooked his lips.

Suddenly, the plot in the original book came to mind.

This Wanchao City is the first city to fall in the original book.

Jin Chi, the lord of the Mahayana stage, fell in love with Bai Xinghua after just one encounter.

The entire city, the entire city's magic cultivators, smiled for Bo Meiren, and gave up all of them to be disposed of by him.

When his cultivation recovers and improves, he really wants to have a good fight with Jin Chi, and really wants to see what is in the head of a Mahayana monk.

He walked out of the cave as soon as he lifted his feet, and the strong wind hit his face, messing up his forehead hair and white gauze.

There was a sudden pause in his footsteps, as if his heartbeat had missed a beat. The long sword was clearly held in his hand without a sound, but the sharp sound of the tip of the sword falling to the ground rang in his ears.

Suddenly, he seemed to see someone running towards him.

Hot water dripped on his face, the man couldn't see his face clearly, he just knelt beside him, begging silently for him to open his eyes.

Just looking at the blurred scene, his heart felt like a knife, his fingertips trembled and he wanted to raise his hand to help the other party wipe away the tears.

But when he stretched out his hand, he realized that there was nothing in front of him.

Empty, only dry yellow sand.

Fang Xingjian stood there in a daze, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment, he stayed in place, not knowing where to go.

The sadness in his heart gradually dissipated, and he realized that the sun was already shining before he knew it, and he had stood there in a daze for so long.

Fang Xingjian sneered, shook his head, and then walked towards Wanchao City.

****

The night is as cool as water, and the wind howls outside the city where the yellow sand is everywhere.

Before Chiyu arrived at the Lingquan, he felt Fang Xingjian's aura disappear.

When he stood in front of the cave, there was no one there but the soft, neat and complete pastries, so he had to face the reality.

Brother is gone.

He froze in place, the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly, his golden pupils shrank into a line, and the black scales under his eyes suddenly increased.

The Chiyu in front of Fang Xingjian was always docile and respectful.

However, the time was too long, every minute and every second separated from him, Chiyu fell back into the emptiness of darkness.

Helplessness and loss had already driven him into a lunatic.

Chiyu raised his head and took a deep breath, the remaining breath in the Lingquan filled his heart.

He is especially sensitive to Fang Xingjian's smell.

It seemed to be whispering in love, but it also seemed to be full of hatred, a title was tossed between his lips and teeth, moistened by lust and saliva.

His golden pupils flickered, and he raised his hand and shattered the Lingquan cave.

The mist from the Lingquan intertwined with the devilish energy, blowing out gravel and smoke everywhere, scratching his pretty face.

There were bloodstains running down her fair cheeks, and her golden pupils stood in a straight line, staring closely at Wanchao City in the distance.

Brother's breath condensed into a thread, telling Chiyu every inch of his footprints.

The little wolf cub had a cold expression, and his golden pupils flickered:

"Escaped again, brother, you escaped again."

In the end, there was a hint of a smile, and the sharp canine teeth made his lips more red. He narrowed his eyes and murmured:

"It doesn't matter, I will chase after my brother a thousand times a hundred times."