Quickly traverse the host, his weak constitution

cry:

"The snow squirrel you picked up ended up sleeping there. Does it love you more, or hate you more?"

Zong Luan's words were like a dagger piercing straight into his heart, and a sharp pain hit the apex of his heart.

Whether it is disappointment or resentment, he dare not bear it.

He held the smooth fur, raised his pupils, blood slid down his pale cheeks, and wet the white skirt of his clothes.

The pupils of his eyes are so black that it is unbelievable, the paranoia and madness inside are shocking, this is no longer the peerless sword cultivator who used to be glorious, but just a poor man who can't love him.

He hooked his mouth towards Zong Luan, and the words he uttered were soft, but also like a sharp knife, enough to tear apart the soul and make people feel uneasy.

"If you cared more about it, it wouldn't seek death by itself. The fur is half of each person. To me, it is the attachment and kindness of these years, so what is it to you?"

After all, the two of them failed that silly squirrel.

Xu Qingmo stretched out his jade-white fingers, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, then took out a piece of clothing from the storage bag, cleaned the blood stains on his face thoroughly, and then buried his face in the fur, his shoulders trembling, and he forbeared silently cried.

Zong Luan felt his whole body was icy cold, kneeling on the ground, his gaze completely lost its luster.

The two didn't speak for a long time, and they faced each other indifferently on the top of the mountain for several months. They didn't fight anymore, they just tortured each other with words.

Two months later, Zong Luan's confidants came and begged Zong Luan to go back and take charge of the Yaozu.

Zong Luan had to go, he had not only love and hatred on his shoulders, but also the fate of the monster clan.

Zong Luan stayed for two more days, and finally had to leave to go back to deal with the Yaozu affairs.

Xu Qingmo looked at Zong Luan's leaving figure, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his lips.

No matter how innocent Zong Luan seemed, he was ultimately at fault.It seems that it is just a lack of care, but it is also too negligent towards Xie Zao. If he respects Xie Zao more, shows that he pays more attention to Xie Zao in the clan, and rules him more strictly, how could it lead to today's tragedy.

Zong Luan regarded Xie Zao as a lot of restraints.

Even if I really fell in love later, I still have a lot of scruples.

Xu Qingmo put the fur of the snow squirrel into his arms and prepared to go to the woods.

He will eventually be better than Zong Luan and be able to truly sleep with Xie Zao.

Rather than Zong Luan who shoulders the responsibility of the monster race.

The snow squirrel curled up in his arms when they first met, and should also be in his arms after death, protected by him, and cross the bridge of Naihe together, the cycle of life and death, and never forsake.

All the previous lives have emerged one by one.

Leaving aside the pain, what followed was full of joy.

In this life, the result is already very different, Xie Zao has not docked his tail, his Tianzi has been improved, and he still has hatred for it.

Thinking of his own rebirth, he had guesses about Xie Zao, so hating it didn't matter, he didn't care, compared to the pain of parting from life and death, this was a rare surprise.

What is more important now is to get rid of the evil spirits faster, so that the sorrow of the previous life will not reappear.

Xu Qingmo clenched the Lianwu sword in his hand, and walked towards the place where the secret of the evil spirit was hidden.

There is a water pool deep in the forest, and there is an ice dragon, which is a good thing for the evil spirit to maintain its cultivation. He can't kill it yet, but he can do some things to weaken the evil spirit's cultivation.

Now that he is reborn, his swordsmanship has become perfect, and the only thing he has to do is to speed up his cultivation and kill the demons when the time is right.

At that time, the knife hanging above the head was gone.

After Xu Qingmo finished his hands and feet nimbly, his figure flashed, and the arc of dewdrops swayed lightly, and he returned to the cave.

Xu Qingmo was able to see at night. He sat quietly in the dark for a long time, looking softly at the snow squirrel's sleeping position with its limbs paralyzed.

The eyes fell on the snow squirrel's intact tail over and over again, and the pupils of the eyes were filled with joy and the excitement of the return of the treasure.

The snow squirrel vaguely felt that he was being roasted by a hot gaze, and could not help but curl up his tail and curl up into a ball.

My tail is gone (37)

The snow squirrel vaguely felt that he was being roasted by a hot gaze, and could not help but curl up his tail and curl up into a ball.

The corners of Xu Qingmo's mouth curled up slightly, and Jianxiu's ice-like coldness all over his body was relieved a little, revealing a few traces of softness like spring snow.

He went to lie down on the couch, and the snow squirrel felt the heat, leaned over like a cub looking for its mother to suckle, and slept soundly with its mouth open.

Xu Qingmo smelled the smell of the snow squirrel, closed his eyes, and really fell asleep with peace of mind.

Early in the morning, Xie Zao picked it up by Xu Qingmo. It kicked its limbs restlessly, grows its teeth and claws in mid-air.

Xu Qingmo brought the snow squirrel outside the cave, the sky was still only twilight, and the fog on the mountain was slightly cool, which made the snow squirrel sober up in an instant.

The sword cultivator's voice was even cooler: "As your master, I relaxed your cultivation a little before, and now I want to teach you well."

As soon as the words fell, the Lianwu Sword pierced the snow squirrel's neck, and Xie Zao lost a trace of sleepiness in an instant, his hair exploded, and he rolled over to the side.

Xie Zao couldn't help being angry: "Xu Qingmo! You—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the Lianwu Sword struck again with a deadly move, making Xie Zao ignore the trouble of finding the sword to repair, and just dodge, lest the sharp sword pierce his fur and become a dead squirrel.

Xu Qingmo just stood on one side, with his neck straightened like a white swan, his back hanging upright, like a orchid orchid and a jade tree in the garden, which should not be profaned.

In Jianxiu's cold eyes, there is nothing but a squirrel with a fluffy tail.

In the previous life, when the snow squirrel was young, he doted on it very much, thinking that he had great swordsmanship, so he would definitely protect it.

Even if the snow squirrel was allowed to sleep until the sun was up, it felt tired from practicing and didn't know how to supervise it, and often only said a few words of advice, but its face was indifferent and looked a bit serious.

When he saw a trace of mist appearing in the snow squirrel's round eyes, his heart softened and he couldn't say another harsh word.

Even seeing that snow squirrels like all kinds of rare treasures, he tacitly assumes that people who want to curry favor with him will send them to him many times, so that the snow squirrels can eat them happily, and he doesn't think this practice is too pleasing and speculative.

He originally thought that the snow squirrel didn't have to work too hard in cultivation, and after becoming a partner with him in the future, he would naturally be able to practice both. The higher his cultivation level, the more Xie Zao would benefit.

Unexpectedly, later, he believed the warning of Xinmojie, and found the evil sword on his head that could fall at any time, so he began to distance himself from the snow squirrel.

He couldn't care less about the training of the snow squirrels.

In the new life, his mentality has changed, and he only thinks that Xie Zao can strengthen his strength and protect himself.

Xie Zao had been trained until the day rose. At this time, it was already able to narrowly avoid the Lianwu Sword. Although it knew that this was not Xu Qingmo's full strength, it still felt a little flustered.

The Lianwu sword often landed on its hips, and it was still ashamed, so it took a deep breath and tried hard to keep the sword from hitting it.

Xu Qingmo took back the Lianwu Sword.

Xie Zao flicked his big tail and wanted to go back to catch up on sleep.

Xu Qingmo stopped it: "Don't be lazy, turn into a human form, and train for another hour or two."

The original shape of the snow squirrel is not a beast, it has no attack power, it is only suitable for running and dodging, if it encounters danger in the future and has to fight head-on, it can only change into a human form.

So dolls should be well trained.

Xu Qingmo planned to be strict once.

Xie Zao turned his head and ran inside, but was swept up by Jianxiu's sword intent and forced to transform into a human form.

The sword cultivator's sword intent was even more terrifying after returning from the snake cave, but Xie Zao was too lazy to think about the reason.

After this practice, several hours passed.

If it was said that when it was a squirrel, Lianwujian liked to hit its buttocks, then it turned into a human form, and Lianwujian liked to stick to it anywhere, especially its chest and waist.

Thinking of this, Xie Zao couldn't help gnashing his teeth, and stared at Xu Qingmo who stood coldly aside, like an exiled fairy in the mountains.

Lianwujian doesn't know anything, this sword is so good at taking advantage, it's not because the owner of this sword has a dirty mind!

When the sun was setting, Xu Qingmo finally let Xie Zao go.

After a long time of training, Xie Zao's robe was already half wet, and it was blown by the evening wind in the mountains, fitting the vague curves of his body.

Feeling the cool evening breeze with his body wrapped in heat, Xie Zao couldn't help squinting his eyes half-closed comfortably.

Xu Qingmo's scorching eyes seemed to fall up, wandering between the eyebrows and eyes for a moment, then slid down to the delicate and curled lips and paused, the cold pupils were instantly dyed with thick ink, deep and unfathomable.

Perhaps it was because Xie Zao was originally a snow squirrel, and all rodents have buck teeth.Xie Zao's human figure also has this point, the upper lip is slightly raised, and the beauty is three-pointed, but it looks more charming.

Xu Qingmo also loves this very much. When Xie Zao looked at him with wet eyes on the bed, his half-opened lips were slightly raised, and he was so cute that others couldn't help but bully him even more.

Xie Zao turned his head, and met Xu Qingmo's deep eyes with blatant greed, making it very clear what he was thinking.

A flash of anger and shame quickly flashed across Xie Zao's face, and he turned and left.

The spiritual food has been prepared long ago. Although Xie Zao built the foundation, he can eat bigu and only eat bigu pill.But it is used to eating spiritual food, and feels that it is more secure to eat from the mouth.

After eating, he took a bath and changed his clothes, Xie Zao changed back to his original form, and fell asleep immediately after getting on the bed.

Xu Qingmo saw that Xie Zao was breathing steadily, and his hands and feet were moving more lightly, almost silently. He opened the sound transmission paper crane that flew in the afternoon, which was Zong Luan's reply.

In the letter, Zong Luan didn't respond to his "probing" at all, but Xu Qingmo couldn't be sure that the nine-tailed fox hadn't been reborn.

Everything remains to be seen.

If that fox hadn't been reborn, then it would be best. According to his current methods, he could monopolize Xie Zao in the end.

The next morning, a confidant of the suzerain of the Jingtian sect came to find Xu Qingmo.

The confidant's cultivation base is already in the Nascent Soul stage, facing Xu