Can Shizun attack once?

After casting the spell, Cen Shuangluo was frightened by herself again.

He just thought that Ying Wushou needed to cool down, and the method of casting water spells instinctively appeared in his mind. He tried to read a spell that even he couldn't understand, and the surface of the white bone was covered with frost.

No one taught him, he seemed to be born with it, just like people eat when they are born and walk when they are old, it is an instinct.

Cen Shuangluo was very confused, he shook his head, wanting to escape here, go to a place where there is no one, and calm down.

But Ying Wuchou was still in a coma, and Cen Shuangluo didn't dare to leave him here alone.

Although the living corpses in the village have been eliminated, the miasma in the village has also been emptied.But who knows if there are other living corpses nearby, and the miasma is not fixed in one place.When the miasma in the village disappears, the miasma in the distance will naturally pour in here. When the sun rises, the miasma will fill the entire village again, but it will be thinner than before.

If Ying Wuchou was awake, Cen Shuangluo would definitely have escaped.But he was unconscious at this moment, and keeping him in such a dangerous place, wouldn't it mean letting him wait here to die?

Cen Shuangluo looked at Ying Wuchou's slightly frowned brows, and the corners of his mouth with a trace of blood remaining, because of the partly opened skirt and the delicate collarbone inadvertently exposed, he always felt that he couldn't calm down.

Then, wait a little longer, when he is about to wake up, I will leave.Cen Shuangluo thought to himself.

Ying Wushou's body temperature was not a fake, but a natural reaction after seeing Cen Shuangluo's real body.Since he didn't do it deliberately, his body temperature quickly returned to normal with the frosty bones cooling down.

Cen Shuangluo was worried that it would freeze Ying Wushou if it was too cold. When he felt the temperature of the palm holding the tip of his tail return to normal, he recited the spell in a low voice, making a sound like a dragon chant.

The frost on the white bones flew towards Cen Shuangluo, and the scales of the Tengjiao were covered with frost, reflecting a faint blue light under the moonlight.

After a while, Bingshuang disappeared, as if being taken back into Cen Shuangluo's body.

During this process, Cen Shuangluo realized that his injury had healed at some point, and the poisonous gas in his body had long since disappeared.

He tilted his head, thinking about the fact that he would recover naturally after being injured and lethargic, he understood a little.

It turned out that he didn't suddenly become a monster, but every time he was injured, he would turn into such a creature that looked like a snake but not a snake, or a dragon and not a dragon. After becoming this kind of creature, his resilience was amazing, and his injuries healed naturally.

Falling asleep may be because transformation requires a huge amount of energy. When the body is injured, the body will instinctively choose a deep sleep method to avoid consuming more qi.

Because of Ying Wushou's presence today, Cen Shuangluo tried not to sleep.

But there are injuries on the body, and the poison is constantly eroding the body. In order to protect himself, body changes are inevitable. Even if Cen Shuangluo does not fall asleep, he will change his form to heal his injuries.

This made him discover his true identity.

Cen Shuangluo stuck out her tongue, and let out a low moan of "Yoyo~" from her throat, sighing in a low voice like a human being.

After being thrown back to the temple by the Cen family, and knowing that he was not a child of the Cen family, Cen Shuangluo kept thinking about who his parents were and why they threw him out of the temple.

Whether they are too poor to support them, or they cannot protect themselves in a catastrophe, so they have to hide the child outside the temple and pray for the protection of gods and Buddhas.

At that time, Cen Shuangluo always thought of the good. He felt that his parents must love him very much, and it must be a last resort to abandon him.

In the four years since he left the small town, Cen Shuangluo was also trying to find his parents, asking around for news, asking if anyone saw who put him under the maple tree when he was young.

No wonder I didn't find any information. It turns out that I am not human at all, where did I come from human parents.

Cen Shuangluo lowered his head, saw the white almost transparent scales, and two small claws that were completely different from humans, and wept silently.

A drop of crystal tear fell on Ying Wushou's scattered black hair, Ying Wushou moved a little, as if she was about to wake up, Cen Shuangluo immediately retracted her tail in fright, and hid in the nearby grass, only a pair of silver eyes Looking at Ying Wuchou, as soon as he woke up, Cen Shuangluo would leave.

It frightened him too much.Ying Wuchou was secretly troubled.

He was full of thoughts that he couldn't express to the outside world, any one of them would frighten Cen Shuangluo if he put it into action.

Fortunately, there was a tip of the tail resting on his palm, and the fingertips touched the thin but hard scales on the tail. These little satisfactions made Ying Wushou restrain the turmoil in his heart.

But when she felt that Cen Shuang was crying, Ying Wuchou couldn't bear it.

He wanted to raise his hand to touch the scales on Xiao Tengjiao's neck, and tell Cen Shuangluo not to be sad, he would take good care of him.

But with only a slight movement, Cen Shuangluo fled into the grass, which made Ying Wuchou even more afraid to act rashly.

Cen Shuangluo observed for a while, seeing that Ying Wushou hadn't moved, then tentatively climbed out of the bushes and came to Ying Wushou's side.

After leaving for such a short while, the blood on Ying Wushou's face disappeared.

His face was pale, like the phantom of the disdainful temperament when he faced the living corpse just now, Ying Wuchou at this moment is just a terminally ill person.

Cen Shuangluo looked at Ying Wushou's excellent face that would attract countless people when he walked on the street, and thought of his otherworldly demeanor and gentle tone, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

He remembered the dream under the maple tree.

Since he was really a monster, recalling that dream, Cen Shuangluo understood a little bit.

That was not a dream of a previous life, but this life.

It turns out that he is really a little snake hidden in this valley, he lived happily there once, and saw Ying Wuchou who was sleeping when he was a child.

If he hadn't been discovered by Ning Chengying at that time and thrown out of Zang Jingu, would he have also become Ying Wushou's apprentice?

Thinking of Ying Wushou's gentle care and careful teaching of Ning Chengying along the way, Cen Shuangluo became uncontrollably jealous of Ying Wushou's disciples.

But he also somewhat understood Ying Wushou's disciples.

In his dream, Ying Wuchou's disciples, in order to heal the master, revive the master, and realize the master's ideal, are crazy or crazy, making troubles everywhere, causing the entire cultivation world to turn upside down.

When he had no contact with Ying Wuchou, Cen Shuangluo only felt that those people were unreasonable.

Every disciple who wanted to kill him yelled something like "revenge for Master", which made Cen Shuangluo start to doubt himself.

Did Ying Wuchou really die because of him in the future in the dream?

No worries if someone gets killed...

Just thinking of this possibility, Cen Shuangluo's silver pupils shrank into a thin line, and there was danger that could not be hidden in his eyes.

He just spent only one day and night with Ying Wushou, so he couldn't bear this imagination, and wanted to tear the person who hurt Ying Wushou into pieces.

Cen Shuangluo shook his head, shaking off this thought.

No matter what, Ying Wuchou's disciples wanted to kill him.In order to protect himself, he must get rid of these people first.

He can't be soft-hearted!

His body was coiled into several circles, with the tip of his tail resting on his body, just in front of Ying Wushou.

When Cen Shuangluo shook his head, the tip of his tail also scattered and landed on the ground, shaking twice.

Ying Wuchou was pretending to be blind, not really blind, he could see what was happening outside through the cloth strips hundreds of meters thick.

Seeing the tip of Cen Shuangluo's tail dangling in front of him, how could Ying Wuchou endure it!

Besides, pretending to be dizzy all the time is not an option. After a while, the miasma will cover the village again, and Cen Shuangluo will definitely find a way to escape from here, and then he really won't be able to keep this little dragonfly that he finally found.

It seems that Xiao Tengjiao is still a little soft-hearted towards him. I don't know if it is possible to pretend that his life is dying, so that Xiao Tengjiao may wrap him around him and fly him away from this valley to seek medical treatment in order to save him.

At that time, as long as he recovers slowly and tries his best to keep Cen Shuangluo, and after the two develop some feelings, Ying Wuchou will expose Cen Shuangluo's disguise and express that he doesn't care about his deception.

In this way, he could always be with Cen Shuangluo, take care of him and protect him.

Ying Wuchou had an idea in her heart, so she twitched twice, controlling her qi, and gradually cooling her body.

Seeing that Ying Wuchou's state was not right, Cen Shuangluo put the tip of his tail on Ying Wuchou's pulse again, and found that his pulse was intermittent, as if he was about to die.

Cen Shuangluo was born in Ye Luzi, her cultivation is all based on instinct, and she doesn't know medical theory, so she can only speculate based on past experience that Ying Wuchou will die soon.

Now he didn't care about running away, he walked around Ying Wuchou twice, and nudged Ying Wuchou's neck with his head.

Ying Wuchou's body was colder than him as a cold-blooded animal, and Cen Shuangluo suddenly became anxious.

In his dream, Ying Wuchou really died. Cen Shuangluo never knew how this person died, and now he couldn't help but doubt himself.

Could it be that nothing he did could change the established future? Ying Wuchou was because he pretended to be Ning Chengying and led him to this dangerous village of living corpses. ?

If this is the reason, then he is to blame.

Cen Shuangluo rolled into Ying Wuchou's arms and bumped him with his body, but Ying Wuchou remained motionless.

Of course, how ecstatic Ying Wuchou felt when Xiao Tengjiao took the initiative to arch her neck and rolled into her arms, she didn't show it on the surface.

Seeing that Cen Shuangluo cared so much about him, Ying Wuchou felt that the matter was stable, and just waited for Cen Shuangluo to take him away from the living corpse village to seek medical treatment.

Unexpectedly, Cen Shuangluo bumped into him for a while, seeing that Ying Wushou didn't respond, he swam out quietly, with half of his body wrapped around Ying Wushou, watching him quietly, as if he was making a very difficult decision.

Cen Shuangluo's thoughts were in a mess. For a while, he thought that he was a monster, and everyone was shouting and beating other people;

His thoughts were fixed on Ying Wushou's warm smiling face like a spring breeze, Cen Shuangluo raised his head to the sky and uttered a long cry, and the sound of "Yoyo" resounded through the valley.

He opened his mouth, showing his sharp teeth, bent his body, bit an ordinary scale inside his body, and pulled it out forcefully.

The scale was separated from the body, and Cen Shuangluo didn't show any signs of pain. Under the scale, there was actually an intact scale growing.

The white dragon asked Ying Wuchou to lie down and put the scale on his heart.

The scale, which was only the size of a palm, immediately grew bigger when it touched Ying Wushou, and turned into a gray-black scale armor about a foot long, with some words that were difficult for ordinary people to understand emerged on it.

This is... Ying Wuchou immediately realized that this was the piece of scale armor hidden in the statue of the god. As expected, the scale armor had been on Cen Shuangluo's body all along!

Cen Shuangluo looked at the scale armor, feeling a little bit reluctant in his heart, but he didn't regret it.

This is the first treasure he found.

When he left the town and was taken away by human traffickers to hurt him, he picked up a big stone and threw it at it, but he didn't expect that it was not a stone, but a strange scale armor.

This piece of scale armor bloomed with a strange light and released a terrifying power, which injured the trafficker and protected the young Cen Shuangluo.

From then on, Cen Shuangluo carried the scale armor on his body, and absorbed true energy from it from time to time.

The scales are thick and big, they are the scales of an ancient creature.

This piece of scale armor contained extremely mysterious and huge power, and Cen Shuangluo relied on it to open up the meridians in the first place.

When Cen Shuangluo took the wrong herbal medicine and his true qi was disturbed, he held the scale armor in his arms, and the scale armor would release power to help him smooth out his true energy.

According to Cen Shuangluo's analysis, this piece of scale armor can be activated when a person's life is dying, and it can save people with strange power.

The scales are a foot long and cannot be hidden in the bosom. Carrying a package on the back is like carrying a treasure, which is easy to attract thieves to covet.

After one training session, Cen Shuangluo hugged the scale armor and said, "It would be great if you could make it smaller so that it is easier to carry."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scales shrank into a small diamond-shaped scale. Cen Shuangluo stuck it to his chest, and the scale melted into his skin like a birthmark.

At this moment, Cen Shuangluo turned into a monster, and the scales changed color accordingly, sticking tightly to his heart.

Cen Shuangluo doesn't know how to save people with true energy, he can't help Ying Wushou, but he has this life-saving scale armor on his body.

Cen Shuangluo thought a lot, he was reluctant to part with the scale armor and was afraid that Ying Wuchou would really die. In the end, he reluctantly took out the scale armor and put it on Ying Wuchou's body.

"Please save him." Cen Shuangluo thought silently.

The scale armor that Ying Wuchou had been looking for finally appeared, and before he had time to analyze why Cen Shuangluo did this, the scale armor returned to its original owner, and immediately showed its original appearance, actively integrating into Ying Wuchou's body.

The scale armor has the attribute of "living", it will run after Cen Shuangluo, and protect the person who often takes care of it.

But it belongs to Ying Wushou after all, and has been with Ying Wushou for thousands of years. When Cen Shuangluo gave the scale armor to Ying Wushou, the scale armor instinctively returned to Ying Wushou.

This attraction is instinctive, and Ying Wushou's true essence immediately responds to the scale armor, and he enters into a state of trance uncontrollably, and will not wake up until the scale armor is completely fused.

Cen Shuangluo saw that the scale armor released light to envelop Ying Wuchou, and Ying Wuchou naturally sat cross-legged, began to absorb the power of the scale armor, and was slightly relieved.

It seems that the scale armor can really save Ying Wushou, he did nothing wrong.

Xiao Tengjiao happily guarded Ying Wuchou, from moonrise to starfall, and from starfall to sunrise, the sky gradually brightened, and the miasma enveloped the village again.

Along with the miasma, there was another person.

Teng Jiao's five senses were extremely keen, and Cen Shuangluo instantly noticed that someone was coming nearby.

Instinctively, a way to integrate with the environment emerged in his mind, the white dragonfly gradually became transparent, he disappeared into the grass, and quietly blended into the poisonous weeds.

Cen Shuangluo didn't leave, his silver eyes stared at Ying Wushou through the gaps in the grass.

If someone came to deal with Wushou's disadvantage, he would rush out while he was unprepared, and bite off the person's throat.

He lurks in the grass like a silent assassin.

The visitor stepped on a flute that was almost the same as Cen Shuangluo's, but Cen Shuangluo's flute was made of ordinary jade, while the visitor's flute was full of precious light, and it was not ordinary at first glance.

The man fell into the village, saw a pile of bones, and said angrily, "Who destroyed my experiment?!"

He looked around, his face was facing Cen Shuangluo, it was clearly Ning Chengying himself!

Cen Shuangluo restrained his breath, stopped breathing, and stared at Ning Chengying vigilantly.

Ning Cheng glanced at him, and saw Ying Wushou sitting cross-legged beside the grass.

He jumped up and landed in front of Ying Wushou, and said in surprise, "Master?!"

An expression of disbelief, guilty conscience, and fear flashed across Ning Chengying's face, and finally these expressions completely disappeared and turned into joy.

"Master's injury is healed?" Ning Chengying said to himself, "He looks very good, and he is cultivating in concentration."

"He found the village I built, discovered my secret? He also eradicated my living corpse?"

"Will Master punish me?"

"But Master's recovery from injury is a great thing. Being punished a few times is not a big deal."

"Master!"

Ning Chengying looked at Ying Wushou who was in samadhi with half joy and half respect. He waved his flute, and the surrounding miasma gathered around Ying Wushou, and instantly set up a defensive formation to protect Master who was in samadhi.

Teng Jiao in the grass secretly heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Ning Chengying was not harmed by Ying Wushou.

Immediately, he thought that the real Ning Chengying had returned.

Do you want to take advantage of Ning Chengying's defenselessness and kill him?

Cen Shuangluo's eyes were full of killing intent. At this moment, Ying Wuchou's eyelids moved when he was in meditation.

Cen Shuangluo noticed this small movement, and her eyes fell on Ying Wuchou.

The living corpses made by Ning Chengying are all heinous people, and Ning Chengying pursued and killed him because he killed Ying Wuchou.

Now that Ying Wushou is alive, the grievances between him and Ning Chengying are over, right?

He may have changed the future.Cen Shuangluo thought to himself.

If this is the case, when Ying Wuchou wakes up and sees Ning Chengying, she will know that the person who followed her was a fake.

After all, he is not Ying Wushou's apprentice.

The big silver eyes were full of sadness, Cen Shuangluo glanced at Ning Chengying who was guarding Ying Wushou, and closed his eyes quietly.

The grass made a "rustling" sound, and Ning Chengying walked into the grass, but found nothing.

"Is it a snake?" Ning Chengying asked doubtfully.

Hearing the sound, it seemed like a snake had swam far away.

The author has something to say:

Ning Chengying: Master, I protected you from people with ulterior motives!

Ying Wuchou (sharpens the knife): It's getting cold, let's kill an apprentice to sacrifice to the sky.