Can Shizun attack once?

In the short 18 years of Cen Shuangluo's life, he hardly encountered anything or anyone who made him feel at ease.

Years of wandering life made him suspicious. Before, Ying Wushou's weakness made him let down his vigilance, but now Ying Wushou's display of strength made Cen Shuangluo dare not approach this person.

He fought with the living corpses for a long time, and was scratched several times by the claws of the living corpses that looked like steel knives. He took the lives of some low-level living corpses by exchanging injuries, but Ying Wushou just spread his hands, All living corpses will turn into bones.

This was the complete opposite of the kindness and harmlessness before, and now Ying Wushou made Cen Shuangluo extremely disturbed, every cell in his body was resisting the approach of this person.

Seeing that Ying Wushou was getting closer and closer, Cen Shuangluo moved slightly towards the poisonous weeds behind him, instinctively looking for a way out, and then said loudly: "Master, don't worry, I'm not poisoned deeply, and I can recover quickly by adjusting my breath for a while." recover."

Ying Wuchou noticed Cen Shuangluo's retreat, and was secretly annoyed.

He had subdued these living corpses in the gentlest way, but he still frightened the little guy unexpectedly.

In order to make herself harmless again, Ying Wushou stopped, bent down and groped in the ground for a while, found a relatively long bone, used it to explore the way, and used it as a walking stick.

He said in his mouth: "Chengying, don't hold on. This corpse poison is very weird. It will slowly corrode the true energy and turn the cultivator into a living corpse. It is difficult to detoxify with ordinary exercises. It is very tricky. Let me help you as a teacher." .”

"No need, master, please rest for a while, I'm already much better." After Cen Shuangluo finished speaking, he forcibly mobilized his true energy, and quietly moved to another place, lest Ying Wuchou find out his specific location through his voice.

And Cen Shuangluo didn't lie. For so many years, no matter how many injuries he suffered, as long as he slept, he would be healed when he woke up.

When he was 14 years old, his leg was broken by the Cen family. At that time, a kind doctor came to help him diagnose and treat him. Everyone thought that his leg was useless, and even if it was cured, he would still be limping.

Cen Shuangluo was very sad at that time, curled up under the altar at the foot of the statue, weeping silently.

That night, he had a high fever all night and had many nightmares about being hunted down. After waking up, his leg injury healed.

At that time, he was both happy and afraid. The happy thing was that he would not become disabled; the fear was that the injury would heal too quickly, which was unreasonable, and people in the town regarded him as a monster.

It was also for this reason that Cen Shuangluo made up his mind to leave the town.Otherwise, even if the monks ran away and his adoptive parents beat him, he would still be reluctant to part with this place where he grew up.

From then on, Cen Shuangluo had magical powers.

No matter how many injuries you have received, as long as you are not dead and you sleep for a night, your injuries will heal naturally after waking up.

At first, he thought he was a monster, but after learning some knowledge about cultivation, he wondered whether he had eaten some treasure by mistake before, which gave him such a miraculous physique.

It was also for this reason that Cen Shuangluo began to eat indiscriminately, no matter whether the attributes of various elixirs were the same, as long as they were good things, they would pick them up and eat them all.

Some elixir may be poisonous, and after taking it, the internal organs are colic, and sometimes the skin is cracked and the whole body is bleeding.

Even so, you can still recover after sleeping.

This is also the reason why Cen Shuangluo's fighting style is so reckless, because his body is too strong to carry.

Ying Wushou was worried about Cen Shuangluo's injury, but seeing that he was so cautious, she didn't force her.

He was afraid that he would get too close, so Cen Shuangluo ran away.

Cen Shuangluo seemed to have the ability to transform into other people, even changing his voice. Once this person escaped, Ying Wuchou's current skills might not be able to find him in the huge cultivation world.

For this reason, Ying Wuchou had to hold Cen Shuangluo steady.

So he didn't try to get close to Cen Shuangluo, but found a tree and sat down.

"Master just forcibly cast mana, and the blood in his body is surging, and he needs to adjust his breath." Ying Wuchou slowed down his voice, trying to make Cen Shuangluo let down his vigilance as much as possible, "If Chengying feels unwell, tell Master immediately. "

Seeing that he was no longer approaching her, Cen Shuangluo breathed a sigh of relief, responded casually, and hid half of her body in the grass, watching Ying Wushou carefully.

Looking at it, Cen Shuangluo's head slowly drooped, and he woke up suddenly, realizing that he was starting to feel sleepy again.

In the past, he always found a safe place to sleep, but now in front of Ying Wushou, he couldn't relax.

can not sleep!Cen Shuangluo patted her cheek hard to wake herself up.

The dantian is aching, it should be the attack of corpse poison.But it doesn't matter, Cen Shuangluo believes that he will be able to survive.

He bit his arm and forced himself to think about what to do next.

Originally, he wanted to provoke the relationship between Ning Chengying and Ying Wushou, but he clearly planned it so well.But every time I saw Ying Wushou's appearance, I couldn't bear to do it.

Just like just now, he should have pushed Ying Wushou to deal with the living corpses, and sneaked up on Ying Wushou when he cast his mana, so as to give Ying Wushou the impression that Ning Chengying was plotting to kill him.

Then find out the specific location of Ning Chengying and lure Ying Wushou there, which can also make them turn against each other.

Now that the living corpses were wiped out and Ning Chengying didn't show up, Cen Shuangluo had to continue pretending to be Wuyou's apprentice, and couldn't find a safe place to heal his injuries.

This is what should happen.Cen Shuangluo was a little worried.

His eyelids closed again, it was really hard to resist sleepiness.

Cen Shuangluo took out some refreshing ointment from his bosom, and applied it on the center of his eyebrows and temples, and he became more energetic.

While fighting against the Sandman, Cen Shuangluo gradually felt itchy all over his body, as if something was about to grow under his skin.

Wouldn't it be a sign that his flesh and blood began to rot after the miasma entered the skin?

Cen Shuangluo imagined the appearance of bleeding blisters and pus oozing out from under the skin, covered in stench and ugly, and was immediately afraid, afraid to touch the skin, for fear of scratching the skin.

But he was too itchy, his skin seemed to be covered with ants, itchy and numb, it was painful.

Cen Shuang couldn't hold back anymore, and gently grabbed his arm.

Instead of blistering and rotting, the arm became cold and hard.

Cen Shuangluo lowered his head strangely, and saw some transparent scale-like things emerging from his arms.

What's this?Cen Shuangluo touched his face again, and there were scales growing on his face!

Knowing that Ying Wuchou wouldn't be able to see it, Cen Shuangluo was so frightened that he lay down in the grass with a look of horror on his face.

What's wrong with me?Cen Shuangluo saw his hands gradually shrinking and deformed, and he didn't understand why he had such a change.

Ying Wushou noticed Cen Shuangluo's fright, and pretended to support the tree to stand up, and asked with concern: "Chengying? Why did I hear someone walking in the grass? Did you enter the grass? Toxic, don't stay in it."

Of course Cen Shuangluo knew that the grass was poisonous, so he couldn't stay there for long, but his body was changing uncontrollably, and he didn't dare to show his head!

Hearing Ying Wushou's concern, Cen Shuangluo opened his mouth to hold Ying Wushou and prevent him from approaching, but when he opened his mouth, what he uttered was not human words, but a roar like a cow or a deer.

"Yo~~" A strange and long cry came from the grass.

Ying Wuchou immediately turned her head and listened carefully to the sound with the stud on her left ear.

If he heard correctly, the voice in the grass was...

Cen Shuangluo's clothes that were close to his body slipped off. He reached out to pick up the clothes, but saw a pair of claws grabbing his clothes.

He was terrified, turned around and saw a tail covered with white scales, and jumped up in fright.

With this jump, Cen Shuangluo realized that his body had become extremely light, and he could easily soar into the air without mana.

The pain in Dantian disappeared somehow, as if his body had never been poisoned.

He stood up and looked at Ying Wushou, only to find that he was looking down at Ying Wushou.

Although Ying Wuchou is thin, she is extremely tall, taller than Cen Shuangluo by half a forehead.But at this moment, Cen Shuangluo realized that she was half a meter taller than Ying Wuchou.

He lowered his head and saw his legs standing in the grass, which turned into the tail with white scales at some point.

it's me!The monster in the grass was myself, and I became a monster!This was the only thought in Cen Shuangluo's mind, and he was so frightened that he wanted to run away from Ying Wushou immediately, to a place where no one could find him.

On the other side, Ying Wuchou was staring at the white dragon soaring from the grass, unable to look away at all, and was too lazy to pretend to be blind.

What a beautiful juvenile jerk this is.

An adult dragonfly is more than [-] meters long, three to five meters wide, and has dark black scales. It is a truly gigantic beast.

But the dragonfly in front of him was completely different from what Ying Wuchou was familiar with.

His scales are extremely light, almost transparent white.A single scale must be transparent, and only when multiple scales are next to each other can one see a holy white color.

It was under the moonlight at this time, and under the shroud of moonlight, Tengjiao refracted a holy pure white light.If it was daytime, his scales might reflect iridescent colors.

The dragon in front of me is more than two meters long, with a fish body and snake tail, and a small bulge on the top of the head, which is where the dragon's single horn grows. It seems that the horn has not yet grown.There are light blue fins on both sides of his neck, and the long fins are spread out like wings, as if he can fly with his slender body.

He had a pair of silver vertical pupils, looking down at Ying Wushou from high above, a trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes that should have been cold-blooded and heartless.

What a beautiful creature this is!Ying Wuchou secretly sighed inwardly, and greedily glanced at the palm-sized scales on Tengjiao's body.

This is just a juvenile dragon, if it is an adult, how beautiful it will be.

Ying Wushou put one hand on her waist, only to realize that the transparent scale hanging on her waist was heating up slightly, as if telling Ying Wushou that it came from the dragonfly in front of her.

It's you, you've grown so big.A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ying Wushou's mouth.

He can still maintain his composure on the surface, but his heart has already set off a turmoil.

A young man who interested him, a person who approached him pretending to be his apprentice and fawned on him, a person who let his scales run away with him, a person who he brought back to Tibet Imago 50 years ago and wanted to raise him Tengjiao.

They are actually the same person, the same dragon!

How could this not make Ying Wushou excited, how could it not make him happy!

Ying Wushou only felt that the blood in his body that had been cold for a long time suddenly heated up, his body was hot, and he silently shouted this sentence in his heart——

I want to raise him!Raise him!he!

Take him back to Tibetan Valley and find the best bamboo shoots to take care of him.Give him what he likes to eat, and take him to do whatever he likes.Give him the best things in the world and pamper him to the fullest.

If he wants to find his parents, take him to the territory of the Tengjiao clan.If the clansmen did not recognize him, they would use their fists to persuade the Teng Jiaos to recognize him.

If he wants to transform into a dragon, he will find all the spirits in the world to help him cultivate!

As long as he can accompany Ying Wushou, let Ying Wushou touch and feel his silvery white scales with his fingers...

Thinking of this, Ying Wushou only felt her nose heat up, and blood dripped onto the ground drop by drop.

Ying Wuchou raised her hand and pressed it on her nose, wondering in her heart, "I, did I have a nosebleed?"

He has practiced for many years, and no matter how many injuries he suffered or how many dangers he encountered, he never let the true qi and blood in his body surge to the point of nosebleeds.

Now he just saw this young Tengjiao under the moon, and he had a nosebleed.

Ying Wushou covered her mouth and nose, showing a shallow smile.

The jade slip hidden in the sleeve kept trembling, as if trembling.

Ying Wuchou flicked her sleeve with one hand, pinched the cuff with her palm, and pressed the jade slip.

He knew what Yu Jian wanted to say, and Yu Jian wanted to say that sentence many times, but he still couldn't write it out.

Yeah, he's a pervert.

Ying Wuchou faces her personality calmly, he is just obsessed with things he likes, there is nothing to hide about that!

The young Tengjiao seems to be very flustered, he is also afraid, is he frightened by me?Ying Wuchou secretly thought.

That can't work, he has to calm down, control himself, keep steady, and he must not scare Teng Jiao away.

Ying Wushou has experienced so many worlds, and her adaptability and camouflage ability are invincible in the world.

Just a face-to-face meeting, he saw that Cen Shuangluo didn't know his real body. This time, the transformation scared Cen Shuangluo himself half to death. He only showed himself in the grass, and immediately hid back, laying on his back. Inside the grass, the silver vertical pupil looked at this strange world vigilantly through the gaps in the grass.

If Ying Wuchou said one wrong word or made one wrong move at this time, Cen Shuangluo would run away and never appear in front of him again.

I want him to stay willingly, stay by my side, and take care of me.Ying Wushou thought secretly.

So his body went limp, he fell down weakly, and coughed violently.

He rubbed the blood to the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely weak.

Cen Shuangluo, who just jumped up and immediately hid in the grass and wanted to escape, suddenly smelled blood, and in a blink of an eye, Ying Wuchou fell to the ground, his mouth and nose were full of blood, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

In a panic, Cen Shuangluo stopped running away, poked her head out carefully, and looked at Ying Wuchou.

Ying Wushou moved a bit, stretched out his hand to grab the air twice, and said weakly, "Chengying, where are you?"

Cen Shuangluo didn't speak, he was afraid that he would not be able to make a human voice, so when he opened his mouth, there would be a strange howling sound.

Ying Wushou called softly twice, propped up her body with one arm, and tried to move towards the grass: "Chengying, are you too poisoned and unconscious? Don't be afraid, Master is here to help you heal your wounds. "

Seeing him like this, Cen Shuangluo felt anxious, he moved his throat, and suddenly found a way to make a human voice.He tried to say: "Master, I'm fine, I just saw a snake in the grass, and I beat it away."

Ying Wuchou said: "How is your poison?"

Cen Shuangluo thought for a while and said, "This apprentice tried to force the poison just now, and the poison has already been forced out of the body, Master, please rest assured."

"That's good, cough cough." Ying Wuchou lay back down again, and said as if confessing her last words, "In this way, I can rest assured, Cheng Ying, you are my youngest disciple, with the weakest skill, and the one I am most worried about Disciple. In the future, you must..."

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Cen Shuangluo flicked her tail anxiously and asked in concern.

"It's nothing, it's just...the body probably can't hold it anymore, ahem." Ying Wuchou wiped the blood from her mouth and nose with her sleeve, and deliberately showed the blood on the sleeve to Cen Shuangluo.

"How could this be?" Cen Shuangluo poked his head out of the grass again.

"I was relying on my skills to suppress the injury, but I was really angry just now, and the injury worsened." Ying Wuchou coughed lightly, "Chengying, where are you, come over and help the teacher get up."

How to help!Cen Shuangluo looked at her two little paws and flicked her tail anxiously.

Seeing that Cen Shuangluo refused to come, Ying Wushou coughed hard a few times, then closed her eyes.

Cen Shuangluo saw that his face was flushed, and he was lying on the ground with his eyes closed, as if he was in a coma.

He opened his mouth to call Master a few times, but Ying Wuchou didn't respond.

Cen Shuangluo thought that Ying Wuchou used his kung fu forcefully to save him, which caused his physical condition to deteriorate, and he felt even more guilty.

Seeing Ying Wuchou lying alone on the ground, he just felt uncomfortable, and wanted to step forward to confirm Ying Wuchou's life and death.

For a moment, Cen Shuangluo forgot that she was actually a monster, thinking that Ying Wuchou had already fainted anyway, so why not take a closer look.

So he flew gently to Ying Wushou, stretched out the tip of his tail and put it on Ying Wushou's wrist, seeing that his pulse was weak, but he was still alive, he was slightly relieved.

When he didn't know what to do next, Ying Wuchou's hand suddenly moved, and he put his backhand on his tail, and his fingertips lightly stroked the scales.

Cen Shuangluo was startled, and instinctively wanted to retract her tail, when Ying Wuchou murmured: "It's so cool and comfortable."

Only then did he realize that Ying Wushou's palms were surprisingly hot.

His scales are very cold, no wonder Ying Wushou would hold on to them.

Seeing that Ying Wushou didn't wake up, but just unconsciously touched something cold, Cen Shuangluo boldly moved to Ying Wushou's side, bent his head, and pressed Ying Wushou's face.

Ying Wuchou let out a comfortable sigh.

He seems to need to cool down, Cen Shuangluo thought.

Ying Wuchou saw through the cloth strips that the little dragonfly had realized that he needed icy scales to cool down, and he was looking forward to it in his heart, resisting the urge to reach out and hug the dragonfly in his arms, just waiting for the little dragonfly to throw himself Hugs.

At this time, Cen Shuangluo read a few words in a low voice, making a sound like a dragon chant.

The bone that Ying Wushou had just used as a walking stick was covered with frost in an instant.

Cen Shuangluo twitched her tail slightly, and pushed the Frost White Bone Cane into Ying Wuchou's arms.

Can this be better?Cen Shuangluo thought to himself.

Ying Wushou: "..."

The author has something to say:

Ying Wuchou: What is wrong?Shouldn't the heroine use her body to cool down the hero at this time?

Cen Shuangluo: I have mana, I am a normal person, thank you.