After the cannon fodder was reborn, he got the devil

The burly Moxiu's upper body was pressed to the ground, he panted heavily, and walked up to him with a pair of black boots.Moxiu tried his best to roll his eyes, but only saw a green ghost mask, the lower half of his face was cold and fair.

Ying Baiye said softly: "What are you looking at?"

The coercion on Moxiu's body intensified, Moxiu gradually couldn't breathe, and there was a hoo hoo sound in his throat. He quickly realized that he had offended someone who shouldn't be offended: "Yes, I'm sorry, next time, next time not Dare..."

Xie Yun loosened his hand on the hilt of the sword slightly.

Fatty was afraid that the guest he had hired would be angered, so he hurried forward and scolded: "Get out of here!"

Moxiu loosened his body, got up with soft legs, limped and ran out of the crowd, leaving the mother and son alone.

Ying Baiye bent down, and lightly brushed the female cultivator's chin with the handle of the knife: "He was born...very delicate."

She was indeed beautiful, with delicate but rigid features, and she kept staring at the child in her arms with loving eyes.

Whether facing the burly demon cultivator or Bai Ye, the female cultivator always has the same expression, the same movements, and the same emotion in the eyes.

And the skinny young man huddled in the female cultivator's arms, motionless.

Xie Yun walked up to Ying Baiye, and he looked down.

I don't know why, but I always feel that this female cultivator is strange all over, but when I look closely, I can't tell what is strange.

Xie Yun looked at Fatty: "Have you seen her?"

The fat man took a closer look and shook his head: "I've never seen it before. Maybe it's a casual cultivator who came to catch up with the tide. At this time of year, there are always all kinds of casual cultivators who come to try their luck. Poor thing, if such a good-looking It's not hard to make a living as an out-of-body monk."

Ying Baiye: "You also think she was born well?"

The fat man laughed ambiguously, and he suggested, "If you raise her for a while, she must be a radiant beauty. At this age, she is more charming than a young girl."

Xie Yun has always been tired of such indiscreet men, and now he is in the devil's way, unable to show sympathy, he can only stroll and take two steps to the side.

Or, find fault and beat this fat man up?

Xie Yun looked at the fat man thoughtfully.

The fat man was shocked.

Ying Baiye straightened up, "Then... want two upper-class rooms."

The fat man nodded and bowed: "Alright, alright, I'll go and prepare for the two of you."

There are two upper-class rooms in the Dream Pavilion, ten low-grade spirit stones a day, one middle-grade spirit stone is pressed in, and the bill is settled on the day of check-out.

The fat man gave two apologetic laughs when he got the pump, and pushed the nun into the room before turning and leaving.

As soon as the door was closed, Ying Baiye immediately let go of her hand and walked to the side, signaling the nun to find a place to sit by herself.

Ying Baiye was born in the magic way, and he has always been used to keeping a certain distance from people. His problem of refusing physical contact was cured by Xie Yun's force.

No, there is no cure, it can only be said that something is wrong with Xie Yun.

Xie Yun stared at the child for a long time, until he walked into the room, still frowning.

The female cultivator hugged the boy, her expression hadn't changed since she was pulled into the house.

Ying Baiye took out two bottles of spiritual cultivation liquid and handed them to the nun: "Drink some."

Peilingye and Bigudan have the same effect, but the medicine is milder and can provide a small amount of spiritual power.

The female cultivator took the spiritual cultivation fluid blankly, but didn't know how to feed the baby in her arms. She just held the spiritual cultivation fluid with a loving expression and hugged the child tightly with the other hand.

Ying Baiye was about to speak when he suddenly noticed something wrong with the nun's wound.

The female cultivator was covered in bruises, and there was a long and narrow wound on her forehead, and there was a bit of inconspicuous black hidden in the opened flesh.

It doesn't look like gravel dirt, but... ink.

And this kind of extraordinarily dark and thick black ink, Ying Baiye had seen it on a person.

Xie Yun was thoughtful: "I always feel that this person... is very strange."

The eyes are too hollow, it seems that there is no complete soul in the skin, just an empty body, but Xie Yun scanned it with the soul of a monk who has left his body, and there are indeed three souls and seven souls in the body of the female cultivator, which is a complete body. people.

Leaving the body, as the name suggests, when a monk reaches this level of practice, the soul and soul can leave the body for a long time.

For out-of-body monks, the power of the soul is strong enough, and they can also look at the souls of other monks.

Xie Yun couldn't help but look at the female cultivator's empty eyes: Could it be that he was hit so hard that he lost his mind?

Ying Baiye said: "Look at the wound on her forehead."

The female cultivator's messy hair covered part of the wound, and Xie Yun couldn't see clearly.

Xie Yun leaned over and said before meeting the nun, "I'm sorry."

He gently lifted the nun's forehead hair, and the wound was opened. The wound was not cleaned, and it was still mixed with sand, which was an abrasion.

The female cultivator's round almond eyes blinked twice, and she tilted her head slightly. Even if she was touched like this, she still had the expression on the burly demon cultivator.

Xie Yun put down her hands: "What's wrong with the wound? It looks normal."

Ying Baiye looked over again, and the black ink had disappeared: "Maybe I misread it."

He opened the lid of the cultivation liquid and said, "Feed the child some drink."

When the female cultivator heard the word "child", she finally had a little reaction. She squeezed the bottle of spiritual cultivation liquid and poured it into the child's mouth.

The child was turned over, and Xie Yun saw the other person's face—because he was too thin, the boy's eyebrows and cheekbones were high, but his belly was bulging, and the curve of his chest was very small. die past.

It's like being starved to such an extent.

Xie Yun said with disgust: "Can't you even eat in the magic way?"

Monks cannot fast before the consecration period. If they do not eat enough food, they can indeed starve to death.

Ying Baiye had never seen such a situation before: "It's not that exaggerated."

Ordinary people can still make a living by keeping fit, let alone monks?Unless I can't move, I can always find something to eat, so I won't fall to this point.

Xie Yun pretended not to hear, and stroked Ying Baiye's arm: "Poor child."

Ying Baiye: "..."

Forget it, my junior is used to it.

The female cultivator opened the child's mouth and poured the cultivation solution into the child's mouth.

Peeling solution is a thick light golden liquid that flows into the child's mouth along the chapped lips.The high-quality spirit cultivation solution aroused the child's desire to survive, and the child grabbed the bottle and kept swallowing.

Xie Yun couldn't stand it anymore, and said, "Let's go to another room..."

Before Ying Baiye turned around, he heard a ticking sound coming from behind him. He glanced back, and saw the light golden cultivation solution dripping on the ground, gradually spreading along the floor to Ying Baiye's feet.

Ying Baiye's pupils contracted slightly: "Huaiyu, look."

Xie Yun was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

When he turned around, he saw the familiar black ink, his fingers subconsciously resting on a foot of snow, the sword was out of its sheath, and the cold light flickered on the sleeve.

Under the gaze of the two, the mother and child melted into black ink from the feet.

The female cultivator didn't notice it, and with a loving smile on her beautiful face, she poured the elixir into the child's mouth, patted the child's back with her hand, and hummed a messy lullaby.

It seems that the only thing in her world is to protect children.

The spirit fluid flowed into the child's body along the esophagus, but the child's chest area had completely turned into black ink. The spirit fluid did not blend into the body, and flowed from the place where it had disappeared to the ground, mixing with the ink.

The mother and child melted into black ink within a few breaths.

The cultivation fluid lost its support and fell to the ground with a bang!Rolling along to Xie Yun's feet, the mouth of the bottle was stained with black ink.

Xie Yun bent over, with ink stains on her fingertips.

"Poor him."

"The male lead is so miserable, he doesn't have a father at such a young age..."

"Fortunately, the hero's mother found him a stepfather."

"The stepfather is okay, he is good to the hero."

……

pity, pity...

Many emotions drilled into Xie Yun's soul, and those voices that went straight into the depths of the soul were very familiar.

Xie Yun had no expression on his face, and moved his fingertips slightly, crushing the ink: "There are more and more tricks."

At first glance, the mother and son are no different from ordinary monks. The ordinary consecration period cultivation base, the body made of flesh and blood, even made three souls and seven souls.Under the eyes of Xie Yun and Ying Baiye, two out-of-body monks, these two characters have no flaws at all.

Ying Baiye moved his fingertips slightly, and his spiritual power turned into flames and ignited the black ink marks. He looked out the window: "It seems that Xie Yufei is not an exception. It only takes two hours, I'm afraid we can't use the word coincidence to perfunctory."

"Compared to Xie Yufei, the two of them only had cultivation at the consecration stage. I'm afraid they didn't enter the world for a long time, and the combined vows were not enough, so they collapsed on their own."

The closer to the City of Ten Thousand Curses, the more "protagonists" I'm afraid.

Xie Yun sneered: "Xie Yufei thinks he is unique and is the core of the world in the book, but he is actually just a plaything in the hands of the Ten Thousand Curses Heavenly Lord."

Perhaps no flaws can be seen, precisely because they are also one of the playthings.

Xie Yun tapped the hilt of the sword slowly with his fingertips, his mood sank several degrees, and he said dullly, "I'm right here, you go to another room."

He unconsciously pulled out a foot of snow, and the sharp blade brushed against the back of his hand.

Ying Baiye didn't leave, but sat down instead, "I'm leaving, where will Junior Brother go to lie to Yun to find news about Daze's low tide?"

For the first time, Xie Yun didn't care about the title "junior brother": "Tell me, if I cut the skin now, is the blood or ink stains flowing underneath?"

He held up a hand and studied it.

Ying Baiye followed his movements and saw that Xie Yun had slender fingers, thin and delicate joints, as bright as jade in the sun.

The curiosity in Xie Yun's eyes was cold.

Xie Yun didn't seem to be looking at herself, but as if she was looking at an object that had nothing to do with her, that kind of scrutinizing and probing eyes.

"My 'flesh and blood'..."

Ying Baiye put his face on his face: "Try it."

Xie Yun's sword was about to press down, when suddenly a hand was stretched out to block Xie Yun's hand, and the silver-white blade of a foot of snow was instantly dyed bright red.

Xie Yun grabbed Ying Baiye's hand, and it was the first time he felt such a combination of shock and anger: "What are you doing?!"

Yichixue was originally just an ordinary spirit sword, but it was raised by Xie Yun to be extremely sharp. The blade effortlessly cut through Ying Baiye's skin, and blood beads densely ooze out.

Xie Yun felt that the wound was very glaring, he threw away a foot of snow, took out the ointment and applied it on the back of Ying Baiye's hand: "Are you itchy?"

Ying Baiye was very calm: "Try it for you, lest you cut yourself off and make me reluctant."

Xie Yun's bandaged hand gave a pause.

Ying Baiye: "I care about Xie Huaiyu, not what is under his skin. You and I are the same person, how can Xie Yufei be compared with you."

Xie Yun was silent for a moment, and explained slowly: "I just want to try it. When I was a child... I was planted with marrow-washing fairy grass, so I am more insensitive to pain. If I make an incision like this, I won't feel pain at all."

It's so weird, why did he explain so much for such a small thing?

Ying Baiye: "Then what if I feel something?"

The author has something to say: I have changed it, I have a holiday today, I overslept to catch up on sleep, I apologize to everyone.