Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Jimoqing raised his hand to wipe off the blood on the corner of his lips, flicked his sleeve to break the entrance and exit of the teleportation talisman, and held Shen Gunian's hand instead, with a bit of hostility still in his eyes: "No problem..."

Shen Gunian's expression was ugly: "Was Huang Bin injured?"

Otherwise, he couldn't think of anyone who could hurt him.

Jimo Qing's lips were a little pale, she scratched Shen Gu Nian's chin in a comforting manner, and said gently: "I'm fine..."

Shen Gu Nian's teeth were itching, thinking that among the pills that can be exchanged in the system mall, there are four top-grade healing pills, no matter how many points are left, he hurriedly ordered Xiaoling to exchange them.

"Sit down." Shen Gunian waited for Jimo Qing to sit down, pretended to take out the elixir exchanged by the system from the storage ring, and stuffed it directly into Jimo Qing's half-open lips.

Jimoqing didn't react, and blinked, as if asking: What is this?

"The healing elixir, swallow it quickly." Shen Gu Nian put on a dark face, squeezed the elixir with his fingertips and stuffed it again.

Jimoqing hooked the tip of his tongue, licked his fingertips, and swallowed the elixir by the way.

Shen Gunian's licked fingertips were slightly itchy, and his anxious and anxious mood suddenly turned into anger: "Didn't you say that you have never lost?"

Jimo Qing had never seen his younger brother so angry. He lost his youthful calmness and gained a bit of freshness unique to youth, making him more real.

"Brother did say it, but he didn't say he wouldn't get hurt." Jimo Qing held his hand and sighed, "Huang Bin's cultivation of deity has indeed some strength."

Shen Gunian pursed his lips, and his eyes frequently fell on Jimo Qing's pale lips. The thin lips, which were not even a little bloody, were even more fragile due to the injury.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, senior brother is really fine." Jimo Qing stretched out his hand to caress the center of his frowning brows, with the melted spring snow in his eyes, and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

Shen Gunian's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his downcast eyes. After a while, he calmly said: "I don't want to see you get hurt."

Jimo Qing's heart trembled slightly, and from Shen Gu Nian's eyes, he saw the flickering panic of fear of losing, and pulled him into his arms, comforting him: "Niannian, I'm sorry, I scared you."

Shen Gunian hugged him tightly.

He lost his family, he lost his friends, he can't lose Qing Jimo anymore, otherwise he really has nothing.

Jimo Qing didn't know what Shen Gu Nian had experienced, he was regretting that he shouldn't have been injured, and shouldn't have let him show such a helpless and frightened look.

The two hugged each other quietly, and the atmosphere was warm.

"That... Excuse me." Han Shi's voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them.

Shen Gunian abruptly pulled away from his depressed mood, withdrew from Qing Jimo's arms and looked at Han Shi who was standing behind him.

Qing Jimo gave him a dissatisfied look.

Han Shi: Shen Gunian stared at Han Shi with a gloomy gaze, which made his hair stand on end.

Jimoqing raised his hand suddenly, blocked Shen Gunian's eyes childishly, and said in a low voice: "Look at him, does he have a good-looking brother?"

Shen Gunian: Don't say such spoiling things at this time, okay?

"Thank you." Han Shi bowed to Jimo Qing and said, "If you hadn't helped me, I'm afraid this junior would be imprisoned for the rest of his life."

Shen Gunian listened to Han Shi's tone, he didn't seem to be familiar with Jimo Qing, so why did Jimo Qing risk his injury to save him?

Jimoqing glanced at Han Shi and said, "I saved you so that you can fulfill your promise."

Shen Gunian looked at him sideways: "Promise? What promise?"

Han Shi smiled wryly: "It's the younger generation who didn't listen to the senior's advice, which led to this situation. As long as the senior needs it, the younger generation will not hesitate."

After speaking, he knelt down on one knee.

Jimo Qing accepted Han Shi's gift, and threw something to him from the storage ring, saying: "Take it..."

Shen Gunian didn't see clearly what it was, Han Shi silently put the things into his arms, now he only has a set of tattered and old clothes, and Lin Liqun took all the treasures such as the storage bag away.

"Can it be completed within a year?" Jimo Qing asked.

Han Shi said helplessly: "The younger generation has been blocked by the spirit-locking dagger for ten years, and the spirit veins have been blocked. It will take more than a year to recover to its peak."

"It's too slow." Jimo Qing's eyes darkened, and he suddenly grabbed the spirit-locking dagger in the air, and the dagger, which was shining with lightning, made a slight thunderous sound.

Shen Gunian looked at the Suo Ling dagger, and Jimoqing closed his palm slightly, and saw the Suo Ling dagger vibrate with a mournful sound, and the next moment it shattered into countless tiny golden particles.

Those golden particles were smaller than fireflies and exuded pure spiritual power. Jimo Qing took out a water chestnut wooden box from the storage ring, absorbed it all, and threw it into Han Shi's hands.

"Do you know why Lin Liqun's cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds over the years?" Jimoqing tapped the table with his fingertips.

Han Shi was shocked, his eyes widened and bloodshot: "Isn't that a spirit-locking dagger?"

Jimoqing's eyes were slightly cold: "The spirit-locking dagger locks the spirit veins and cannot absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Your spirit veins should have withered, but when I rescued you, I found that your spirit veins are intact."

Han Shi began to tremble all over and clenched his fists.

From Jimo Qing's words, Shen Gunian had already guessed that when Han Shi was imprisoned, Lin Liqun secretly turned his cultivation into his own.

Jimoqing continued: "This thing can help you restore your cultivation within half a year."

Han Shi's voice was hoarse, and he put away the box with grief and indignation, closed his eyes and kowtowed to Jimo Qing: "Your junior, you will definitely live up to your trust."

Then Jimoqing waved his sleeves expressionlessly: "Go..."

Han Shi just stood up, opened the door, and left the fairy boat with a desolate figure, without anyone noticing.

Aware of this, Jimo Qing turned his head and saw the junior brother sneering, felt a sudden in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Junior brother...why are you suddenly unhappy?"

Shen Gunian's eyes were cold: "Han Shizun called you senior."

Jimo Qing: ...

"Tell me that you are five hundred years old." Shen Gunian showed a deathly smile.

Jimoqing looked out the window with guilty eyes, suddenly covered his chest, covered his mouth and coughed lightly, and said weakly: "Little brother, brother suddenly feels a tight pain in the chest..."

After speaking, he coughed violently.

Shen Gunian: You pretend, you keep pretending!