After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

His body lightened suddenly, Ah Zhuo opened his eyes suddenly, and saw Jing Zun hugging him, the red light was blocked by a white line, the two contended for a while, the red light exploded into tiny fireworks.

Hua Yao staggered back a step, wiped a little blood from the corner of his mouth, and smiled at Jing Zun.

A Zhuo was embraced again and quickly turned around, Jing Zun raised his hand and swiped, a white halo appeared in front of him, the successive sharp arrows were sucked in, and there was another wailing, only to see a silver curved bow struggling to death at the entrance .

This bow with two red faces is very beautifully drawn, the bow body is crystal clear like the light of the moonlight, and the pattern of auspicious clouds hovers. It is really a finely crafted masterpiece, but it is a pity that it has been designated as a murderous blade when it was painted. Born cruel.

After all, it couldn't withstand the absorption of the aperture, and after struggling for a while, it was sucked into it, and the rustling sound of arrows around it stopped abruptly, and the silver arrows that fell on the ground before all turned into white smoke and disappeared in an instant.

When Jing Zun turned his head, there was no one beside the curtain, and Hua Yao ran away.

He has no time to chase now, the junior brother has recovered his human form, he expended a lot of energy, but fortunately he was not injured, so he helped Meng Xisubaru up again.

The arrow piercing the body could not disappear, one had pierced Meng Ximao's heart, he hurriedly protected the blood in his heart, and softly called: "Second Junior Brother!"

"Ah?" Meng Ximao just fainted, and heard the cry and opened his eyes, "What's the matter, what's the matter?" He patted his clothes and stood up, a pain in his heart and shoulders, which made him gasp Angry, seeing that he was covered in blood, he was startled, "Am I still alive?"

Jing Zun and A Zhuo were not sure either.

Even if he was still alive, he shouldn't be so... energetic.

[Could it be a flashback? ] A Zhuo is worried.

Jing Zun didn't think so, he lightly touched the arrow that still pierced through Meng Xisubaru.

"It hurts, it hurts..." Meng Ximao bared her teeth, "Elder brother, I'm sure I'm still alive, please quickly pull out the arrow for me."

Jing Zun nodded, and then added a protection to the heart vein, lit his finger to burn around the wound, and then twitched violently.

Meng Xisubaru's face paled instantly, and after a scream, he was about to bite his own hand, Ah Zhuo was quick-eyed, and passed the back of his hand, the painful man bit it, and blood dripped down immediately.

Jing Zun didn't have time to stop it, so he could only pull out the arrow as soon as possible. When the second arrow was taken out, Meng Ximao had already passed out from the pain.

After treating the wound, the two sent him back to the room.

Jing Zun checked his pulse several times to make sure that his life was not in danger: "The arrow is so fierce that it is not a mortal thing. The wound it stabbed cannot be repaired with spiritual power. It can only be healed in this way. It stands to reason that the second junior brother's heart is wounded. Being pierced is more ominous than good, but he is blessed with great fortune, but it is really strange."

A Zhuo thought about it for a while, and thought to himself: [Could it be that the protagonist will not die? ]

Jing Zun raised his eyes in doubt.

A Zhuo thought again: [This is also the halo of the protagonist. No matter what danger the protagonist encounters or how many injuries he suffers, even if it violates the common sense of physiology, the author will not let him die. Anyway, he can always find a reason to get over it. ]

Jing Zun looked down at the person on the bed, and thought: How can this be rounded off?

Ah Zhuo is also thinking about this question: [The protagonists are the chosen ones, and their bodies are often different from ordinary people. Such injuries did not cause death. The common explanation is that the heart is sideways, and it may even grow on the right side. ]

But no matter what the reason was, luckily no one was in the way. Meng Ximao fell asleep after being guarded until midnight, and the two of them went out. They were supposed to go back to their rooms. Jing Zun paused slightly when he pushed the door open. After entering his room, without saying much, he gently raised his hand, looked at the bite marks, sighed slightly, and covered it with the palm of his hand.

Ah Zhuo's hand trembled, and Jing Zun raised his eyes: "Don't move, it will be fine soon."

A stream of light surged on the back of the hand, the wound felt cool, and the pain soon eased.

When Jing Zun was helping him heal his injuries, he talked about the situation in the small town by the way: "I have sealed them at home, there is no danger."

A Zhuo remembered that Hua Yao had also said these things, and was startled: "The Hua Yao knew the scene very well, he... must have been near you at that time." He broke out in a layer of cold sweat, , Fortunately, okay, brother is fine. ]

Jing Zun didn't say a word. If Hua Yao was there at the time, he could have sensed it. As for why the other party knew what happened to him, it was only because Yan Shuanghong painted him. There was a special feeling between the two of them. What he sees, Hua Yao can see, and even what he thinks, Hua Yao can also understand a thing or two.

But this kind of induction is not mutual, for example, now that Hua Yao has run away, he doesn't know where to chase it.

But the left and right people will come to him in person, and if the person in the painting wants to come true, he will naturally kill his original body.

He waited, but he also had some doubts: "He should not be able to enter my barrier, you... have you opened the door?"

Azhuo looked ashamed: "We are worried about you, and we are also worried about other people. We discussed that one of us should go out and have a look first. I'm sorry..."

With this unsmiling person, he was not used to saying sorry, but he had to say it.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you are fine." Jing Zun glanced down, then quickly retracted, "The mermaid tail is very powerful, you can try to practice more in the future."

"Yeah." The other party nodded, and said again, "The painted demon has changed into your appearance, it's hard to tell the difference."

"Oh." Jing Zun turned around with a guilty conscience. It wasn't that he changed into his appearance, but that he looked the same from the beginning, and the other party knew him well, imitated his behavior and speech, and it was indeed hard for people to tell the difference. Seeing how capable he is, he also learned a lot of his own skills.

He had underestimated him before.

"It's okay, I'll go find him tomorrow." He thought for a while, "If he still pretends to be me, you can look at his wrist, he doesn't have the seal of Luoyue Peak master and apprentice."

Ah Zhuo sat down and poured a cup of tea, and said in a low voice: "I'll be with you... I won't hold back, if there are injured people, I can help from behind."

"No, those common people..." Jing Zun thought of the child who was bitten, and sighed softly, "It's not good, don't go."

The water in Ah Jue's cup accidentally spilled: [Why did the elder brother say the same thing as the painting demon? ]

same?

Jing Zun turned around and sat opposite him.

Yes, the other party knew what he was thinking.

So, how long has that guy been here, what else has he said, what has he done?

He frowned, and tentatively asked: "He has become like me, no... how about it?"

"No, no, nothing to me." A Zhuo waved his hands again and again.

"Huh?" Jing Zun didn't ask how he was doing to him, he hadn't thought about it yet.

"Really not." Ah Zhuo repeated, stroked his neck lightly, [but he almost kissed him. ]

"Ah?" Jing Zun stood up, "What did you say?"

"I said no." A Zhuo raised his eyes suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Jing Zun sat down again, squeezed his wrists, and planned to find the painting monster early tomorrow morning, then crumpled him up and put him under his feet.

Ah Zhuo nodded, because of his thoughts just now, and thinking about mistaken Hua Yao for his senior brother last night, he couldn't help but blush, and his heart was confused for no reason, [Unfortunately, he said that I was his beloved, but it was false. ]

Jing Zun was startled, Hua Yao actually said such a thing?

He raised his eyes to look at the person in front of him, and saw that the slightly shy face was a bit lonely, and his thin body cast a lonely shadow under the light moonlight. With a thought in his mind, he leaned forward slightly, and said after a moment of hesitation: "Not necessarily. yes……"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a dent on the ground.

It was the trace of being corroded by shark tears.

He stepped back and changed the subject with a slight smile: "You should rest early."

Then he walked out of the room, walked slowly back to the room, and opened the window to look at the moon for a while.

The next day, he went to see the injured Meng Ximao first. Meng Ximao was still asleep. He probed his forehead and sniffed to make sure he was all right, so he knocked on the door of his junior brother.

The junior brother has been feeling uncomfortable since the middle of the night, his courtship period has arrived, but fortunately this time there is the elixir refined by Yu Sibai, which he brings with him when he goes out, after taking it in the middle of the night, those reactions are suppressed He went down, but there were also side effects, he felt drowsy.

In the short time since the door was opened, he had already shaken a few times and almost fell asleep, Jing Zun quickly caught him and hugged him back to the bed.

The little junior had already fallen asleep, the wind blew in outside the window, and a few fallen leaves were rolled up, and there was a scornful smile mixed in the wind.

Jing Zun turned his head coldly: "You showed up?"

It's not necessary for him to look for it.

The voice was ups and downs: "Master Mozun, don't kill me, let's join forces, I will be your shadow, and my abilities are all yours, as long as you feed me a little energy every day, in fact, you and I are all It's the same person."

Jing Zun pulled down the curtain on the bed, and turned around slowly: "I'm afraid I agree, and I will be your shadow from now on."

The laughter in the wind dissipated, and the fallen leaves rolled out a figure, which gradually became clear and human. On the red toga, there were peonies embroidered with dark threads, with black hair hanging down the shoulders, held a little by a white hosta, and painted on the black mask. The red plums spread to the end of the eyes, and the eyes under the mask flickered in the morning sun.

The two looked at each other through the window lattice, Jing Zun pushed aside the flower branches protruding from the window, and said with a smile: "Yan Shuanghong has a good aesthetic."

After saying that, the streamer in his hand suddenly attacked. The opponent spread his arms, took a few steps back and turned over to avoid it. After he landed and stood firmly, several light blades flew out from his sleeves. They were not allowed to move forward, but shouted for a while, and then turned back together.

Hua Yao turned around to dodge again, looked in through the window lattice, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and looked at him with amusement: "Master Mozun, let me see how many hands you have."

With a flap of his clothes, his figure disappeared, and on the long street directly outside the window, the houses on both sides suddenly rumbled, and the roof tiles were crumbling, and they were about to collapse.

The people in the town were sealed in their homes last night. The seal cannot be broken. Once it is broken, Hua Yao can control them.

That is the only way to stop these buildings from collapsing, Jing Zun flew out and stabilized a building, and heard the sound of rumbling, and when he turned around, it was the inn that was also crackling and falling rubble.

He quickly turned around, hugged the junior brother in his arms, then went to the next door, and carried the second junior brother on his back.

Hua Yao couldn't see the human form, only his voice sneered in the wind: "Master Mozun, you come out to subdue the demon, and you still drag your family with you."

The author has something to say: Junior brother: Big brother, are you sure you brought me out to play?

Second Junior Brother: Why should I follow?