After coaxing old enemies into avatars

Sheng Huaizhao was lying on the hard wood and struggling to move his arms. It was not a lie to say that he was not much better than a vegetable during the day.

Many organs were damaged, and he lost a lot of blood. Using modern medicine, it is a miracle that he can hold his breath. The ability to open his eyes and speak is all due to Yun Jian's spiritual energy.

It was completely dark, and only the bonfire was lit in the cave. Sheng Huaizhao looked at the medicinal soup on the table, and hesitated whether to wake up the person lying beside the bed.

But the little crying bag woke up and asked endlessly. Sheng Huaizhao didn't have the patience to coax the child, so he decided to take the medicine and drink it himself.

It's a pity that he obviously doesn't know what a sick bone is, and a thin porcelain bowl weighs more than a thousand catties in the hands of a seriously ill person.

Sheng Huaizhao gritted his teeth and took it, but he still couldn't hold on for more than two inches, and even smashed the soup and bowl on Yun Jian's head.

He looked at his trembling wrist, feeling very regretful in his heart.

The bowl fell on Yun Jian's head and shattered on the ground.

The teenager sleeping on his stomach moved slowly for a moment, then slowly sat up straight.

"Sorry, cough." Sheng Huaizhao's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and there was a bloody smell in his throat when he spoke, "I just don't want to..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man's hand suddenly grabbed his neck and quickly pushed him against the wall.

The system that was dozing in the sea of ​​consciousness was awakened by the severe pain in Sheng Huaizhao's body, and asked in astonishment: Why...

Before he finished speaking, he met Yun Jian's gaze through Sheng Huaizhao's eyes.

Yun Jian, who was obedient and obedient in the morning, had a pair of pure black pupils, but now they showed a coquettish red, like black gems soaked in blood, fierce and sinister.

The wind that blows over the fireworks blows to the side of the face, blowing a cold and chilling coldness, Yun Jian's black hair hanging in front of his eyes is lightly raised, the youth's jade-like face is half hidden in the darkness, only the violent killing intent revealing.

Sheng Huaizhao instantly realized that the little crying bag in the morning was just a flash in the pan, and the ruthless sword repairman finally woke up.

Well, I was about to strangle him.

Sheng Huaizhao was overwhelmed and coughed up a mouthful of bright red blood.

Blood spattered on Yun Jian's tiger's mouth, he seemed to finally realize that he was holding a human life, and slowly let go of his hand.

"...Miss?" The young man's voice fell from in front of him, and there was a hint of slight doubt hidden in the last note.

Sheng Huaizhao's eyes were dizzy, his ears were buzzing, his lungs seemed to be pierced by several ice balls, and it was cold and painful when he breathed, and he didn't know what the person in front of him said.

But the system had a panoramic view of the change in Yun Jian's face - Xiao Jianxiu, who had always been cold and ascetic, showed great doubts about the fact that he had an extra "lady".

In the morning, the two bowls of medicine warmed up and healed such a [-]% injury, which was destroyed by Yun Jian, and Sheng Huaizhao couldn't even breathe for three minutes.

The bitter medicinal juice dripped down Yun Jian's black hair, and he immediately raised his palm to give Sheng Huai Zhaodu spiritual energy to mend his heart veins.

Sheng Huaizhao fell into a coma intermittently for a while, and in a hazy state of consciousness, he found himself flying in the sky.

The bloody white robe fluttered in front of his eyes, he raised his head with difficulty, and saw Yun Jian's sharp jawline.

"Wake up." Yun remonstrated.

Cold, more questioning than caring.

Sheng Huaizhao asked the system: He is flying around, showing me Fengshui on my grave?

The system hesitated for a moment: You misunderstood the host, he seems to have realized his mistake, and now he is going to take you to a mortal doctor.According to my observations, the cloud remonstrance during the day should be the sequelae of changing the spirit core, and he has only now recovered his original personality.

Therefore, crying is only temporary, and ruthlessness is permanent.

Sheng Huaizhao really thanked the whole family of the system for its half-baked analysis, which allowed him to spread his wings at the gate of Yan Luodian.

In the morning, Sheng Huaizhao thought that he could take advantage of the hero's amnesia and become a fool, but he didn't expect to be taken advantage of after taking a nap.

System: But he still seems to believe that you are his wife, that's why he rushed down to find a doctor after severely injuring you.

Sheng Huaizhao: ...

The little crying bag called him his wife, and he still barely thought it was just playing tricks, so the killing god called him his wife?Sheng Huaizhao's short life became even shorter.

Yun Jian seemed to have discovered something suddenly, and with a moment of footsteps, he bent down and fell.

Sheng Huaizhao originally expected that he could take him to a medical clinic or something, but he didn't expect Yun Jian to stop in front of a ruined temple on the top of a mountain.

Not far away, there was still a fire burning, and the collapsed houses and damaged stone statues seemed to echo the word in Sheng Huaizhao's mind - throwing corpses into the wilderness.

Yun Jian frowned, he felt a faint aura in this place, he thought it was a small temple in the mountains, but he didn't expect it to be so large in size and so severely damaged.

When Yun Jian landed, he scanned the surrounding environment. Not only were the buildings destroyed and corpses strewn across the field, but even the heads of Buddhist monks standing still in the temple were beheaded one by one.

The system in Consciousness Sea also didn't say a word. Sheng Huaizhao just started to doubt the purpose of Yun Jian, when he raised his hand to congeal his evil spirit, and slammed towards a remnant Buddha in the distance.

Cracks appeared in the stone statue, and it slowly shattered like an egg shell, revealing the hollow core. Under the half face of the Buddha's compassionate face, a gray monk's robe was huddled!

Yun Jian landed lightly, condescendingly looking down at the person hiding in the stone statue, this is the source of the remaining aura in the temple.

It was a young monk who was about the same age as Yun Jian, with tears in his big round eyes, looking at Yun Jian in fear.

When Sheng Huaizhao approached, he realized that the child was so frightened that he could only chant Amitabha.

"Are you a Buddhist cultivator?" Yun Jian said in a deep voice.

The little monk trembled all over, clasped his palms together tremblingly: "...Yes."

"Do you have medical skills?"

"Fixed, fixed."

Yun Jian leaned over and put Sheng Huaizhao in front of him flat on the ground: "Save him."

The little monk saw Sheng Huaizhao who was as angry as a silk, and slowly raised his head in astonishment.

This blood-stained, devilish young man actually asked him to save someone?

Lowering his head again, the little monk was even more astonished. The person in red clothes in front of him seemed to have been soaked in a sea of ​​blood, his whole body was wet, his hair was sticky and stuck to his face with blood stains, and he was dying.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Even though the little monk was terrified, he still followed Sheng Huaizhao's pulse lightly according to his instinct.

"He... isn't he already dead?" The little monk shrank and said, "Save what..."

As soon as the words fell, the person in front of him dropped a pressure that made the little monk's chest feel tight.

Yun remonstrated: "Save, or not?"

The little monk was so frightened that he burst into tears again, and when he turned his head to get into the remnant Buddha, he felt his cuff being pulled lightly.

Sheng Huaizhao struggled to maintain his breathing, with a bleak smile: "The little monk showed kindness...save my life?"

The little monk was stunned for a second, and then realized that he had misjudged just now, and raised his head timidly: "You have too much evil spirit, I am not good when you are here, and it is not easy to play well..."

The blood-stained white robe was like gathered lotuses, and Yun Jian's eyes shone with a cold light: "A stick of incense."

After finishing speaking, he flew away.

In the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, the little monk frantically resisted Sheng Huaizhao's pulse again.

The pulse was almost gone, the spiritual energy in the body was flowing backwards, and the evil energy soaked in the bone marrow... The spiritual core was also broken, and there were many traumatic injuries.

"This, such a serious injury..." The little monk burst into tears again on Sheng Huaizhao's face.

Sheng Huaizhao was a little speechless, he had a crying physique, didn't he, he cried a lot one by one.

Although the little monk was crying so much, his movements of his hands were not sloppy at all, the spiritual power like soft feathers lightly landed on Sheng Huaizhao's wound, filling his wound meticulously.

When he came back to his senses, the little monk's bald head was covered with fine beads of sweat, and he looked at him panting: "Okay, okay..."

"Don't move, I can barely help you adjust your aura, but your meridians are damaged, and your qi and blood are depleted." The little monk wiped off his sweat, "It will take a long time to recover."

A person with spiritual energy in his body must be a monk, and for a monk to have a broken spiritual core is tantamount to a catastrophe.And the spiritual core in Sheng Huaizhao's body was no different from that of powder, even if he exhausted the best panacea, he could only return to a mortal.

"Thank you." Sheng Huaizhao's answer was very calm, without any regrets.

He took a look, and there was a scratch on the little monk's arm, oozing blood.

He gently wiped it away, and finally let the system verify his identity through blood—the little monk is the future medical master, Buddhist disciple Mingshun.

Ming Shun will be the strongest nanny in the future. The protagonist once forged a deep friendship with him because he rescued [-] Buddha cultivators. Also passed away.

Sheng Huaizhao unlocked Mingshun's life in a short period of time, in short: the Holy Father.

Mingshun had been secretly looking at Sheng Huaizhao's expression, but found that he was just staring at something, his butterfly-like eyelashes trembling occasionally.

Mingshun was engrossed in watching, his gaze followed the tails of his eyes, and suddenly met those deep pupils.

Sheng Huaizhao has peach blossom eyes. When looking at people without emotion, it seems to be condensed with a pool of warm spring water, seeping into the heart bit by bit and soaking into the blood. Obviously this person's life is dying and he should be in a panic, but the side of his face is like a flower. , messy and wet hair, pale and pale lips... everything sickly condensed into a fragile porcelain-like beauty, even though she didn't say a word, it was so pitiful and heart-wrenching.

Ming Shun turned his head and subconsciously recited the Sutra of Purifying the Heart, but as soon as the scriptures were read, a flying stone hit the stone pillar, and two monks in dark green Taoist robes came slowly.

These two people had a demonic aura about them, and they smelled like human blood, they were definitely not decent people.

"I just said that there is still a thin aura here, so there is still a little monk left." The monk with a straw in his mouth said, his eyes slowly fell on Sheng Huaizhao who was in front of him.

"Hey, it's strange that there is a little bride in the ruined temple!" He became interested, "You two are sneaking around, maybe it's because you're here to do things like this? There are so many people who understand in this important place of meditation and asceticism." The bewitching monk is here to have fun!"

Mingshun's face turned red instantly, and subconsciously stood up to protect Sheng Huaizhao: "You, you demon cultivator made up nonsense and accused me of evil!"

"Oh?" The other person looked at his flushed face and became a little interested, "Little monk, the little bride on the ground looked at you with affection, but you said I was insulting each other? Could it be that we disturbed you?" Your good deed, you should become angry from embarrassment."

Sheng Huaizhao silently touched the dagger in his arms, but he didn't expect that this little thing, which was exchanged for the initial points, would be effective all the time.

"Come on, you two continue, act well, we won't kill you after watching it." The green-robed monk laughed.

Unable to bear the humiliation, Mingshun took a step forward angrily, but was grabbed by Sheng Huaizhao's wrist.

"Hold me." Sheng Huaizhao said lightly.

"Oh, the little bride is so proactive." The monster cultivator was annoyed, "It's a pity that this small body can't feed you. If you come and hold me, I promise to make you want to die!"

Mingshun trembled with anger.

"Xiaohe...Little Husband," Mingshun is a medical practitioner, but not capable of fighting, Sheng Huaizhao gritted his teeth and softened his voice, "Hug me."

As long as Mingshun made him support himself and stood up, his dagger would come in handy.

His ending sound brushed against the tips of his ears, Mingshun's face changed from flushed with anger to pink in dull astonishment, and the eyes of the two demon cultivators also brightened.

No wonder the little monk always kissed me and me in the temple. Isn't this "little husband" more provocative than the leader of Goulan?

Just as their evil intentions moved, the cold sword light flashed past like a thread.

When the two heads fell to the ground, Mingshun and Sheng Huaizhao saw Yun Jian standing behind him with a serious face at the same time.

The tip of the sword dripping with blood pointed directly at Sheng Huaizhao, Yun Jian's red pupils seemed to be sucking blood, reflecting the silhouettes of two people.

"You, call him, little husband?"

The author has something to say:

It's over, Xiao Sheng.