Chapter 610 A Bad Life

In the river valley within Qianhua Ridge.

The stream flows slowly, and a naked man sits quietly in it.

He was covered in blood and charred skin.

Behind the man, a woman as red as fire was kneeling, gently wiping his body.

Gradually, skin of different colors appeared on Wu Xiao's back.

The newly grown white and tender flesh formed a sharp contrast with the original skin, indicating that he was killed and covered with wounds, almost torn into pieces.

Liuhuo's eyes were red as he scooped up the clear stream water again and again.

Under the woman's gentle movements, Wu Xiao, who was covered in dirt, finally looked like a human being.

After an unknown amount of time, Liuhuo carefully hugged Wu Xiao and rested his forehead on his broad back.

Tears couldn't stop flowing down.

Saved a life.

Two items.

The young man in imperial robe did not kill them all.

As the two parties fighting for the field of divine weapons, the decision made by the young man in imperial robe is incredible.

Not to mention, this is the Holy Spirit Mountain which is full of dangers.

No one would allow a huge threat to exist.

Liuhuo realized later that the young man in the imperial robe wanted to recruit Wu Xiao under his command.

She is just a weak god disciple.

He lived humbly in this holy mountain world, silently following Wu Xiao and accompanying him in wandering through mountains and seas.

Liuhuo cannot look at people and things from a very high perspective.

It is also impossible to understand how powerful the mysterious young man in imperial robes is.

She just knew that the young man in the imperial robe was very gentle.

He was willing to give her a group of resurrected carp to save Wu Xiao's life.

I am also willing to say a few words to Wu Xiao, trying to bring back that suicidal heart.

Maybe this time,
Brother Xiao can really find his home.

No need to live in confusion and die in wandering.

"Have you finished washing?" A gentle voice came from behind.

Liuhuo was startled, and quickly wiped his eyes, turned around and saluted respectfully: "Sir."

"Here."

There are those words again.

A loose white robe was handed over.

"Put it on him."

"Yes." Liuhuo took the exquisite robe that came from somewhere and turned around to put it on Wu Xiao.

Wu Xiao was still sitting in the stream, with most of his clothes soaked in the water, drifting with the waves.

"Brother Xiao." Liuhuo called softly while buttoning Wu Xiao's shirt, "The master is here to see you."

Wu Xiao's eyes were empty and he stared into the distance with a dull look.

"Go to the wooden house over there." Lu Ran said softly.

"Yes." Liuhuo felt a lump in his throat again when he saw Wu Xiao's distraught look.

She didn't dare disobey the order, so she had to get up and walk out of the stream, looking back every few steps.

The river valley once experienced a great war.

The already dilapidated building complex only had a few wooden houses left.

Liuhuo easily found the house where Ranmen and his companions were resting, and at the signal of the woman in the straw raincoat in the yard, he gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." A cold voice came from inside the room.

Liuhuo lowered his head and walked into the house, bowing in the direction of the table and chairs: "Sir."

"We thought you were enslaved."

"No, I didn't!" Liuhuo explained hurriedly, looking up at Fairy Qingleng, "Brother Xiao never forced me, I was the one who insisted on staying with him.

It was he who took me in, it was him."

As he was talking, Liuhuo stopped and his eyes dimmed a little.

Did Wu Xiao take me in?

He only chased her away twice, then he stopped paying attention to her and stopped chasing me away.

"I'm glad you didn't get bullied." Jiang Ruyi sat on the chair, looking at the woman with a gloomy expression.

"No, he is very nice to me." Liuhuo confirmed again.

Jiang Ruyi stood up and walked to the woman's side, gently patting Liuhuo's shoulder: "Your friend will explain everything to you, go sit down."

Liuhuo looked stunned.

friend?

Jiang Ruyi had already left and walked out of the house.

The hall was empty and Liuhuo looked confused until a phantom appeared beside him. Under the wide bamboo hat was a familiar face.

Liuhuo's pupils shrank slightly: "Zhong Zhong."

"Long time no see." The second sister Zhong Rou spoke softly, her hands gently combing Liuhuo's slightly curly long hair.

It’s a small world?

of course not.

The disciples of the Chixue sect are indeed countless, but the god Chixue is, after all, an eighth-rank god.

This also leads to the fact that there are not many talented and powerful Blood Followers.

The Fiery Blood Disciples who are qualified to enter the Holy Spirit Mountain are even rarer, and they must be the elite among the elites in the sect!
The three sisters of the Zhong family, like Liuhuo, all came from the ancient city under the feet of the gods.

And they are all members of the God’s Guard in the inner city.

Jiang Ruyi walked out of the house to give the Chixue disciples enough private space and had no intention of eavesdropping.

She slowly flew up and looked at Qianhua Ridge where flowers were in full bloom.

really beautiful.

Maybe you could renovate the house here and come and stay for a few days occasionally?
Lu Ran seemed to have said
Want to see her dancing with a sword in a sea of ​​flowers?

Jiang Ruyi pursed her lips, looked into the distance, passed the beautiful ups and downs of the flower waves, and saw the young man in imperial robes standing by the lake.

I also saw a figure kneeling in the stream.

Just at this moment, a black shadow appeared in the stream and placed the black iron spear that was split in half next to Wu Xiao.

Jiang Ruyi frowned slightly. Was this a bit too murderous?

This bad guy.
Is this the way to awaken Wu Xiao's fighting spirit?

Meanwhile, by the stream.

"Let's find a Tianchen disciple to help repair it." Lu Ran looked at Wu Xiao's back, "Train up the gun spirit again. I'll wait for you to challenge me."

Having said that, if the Black Iron Spear can really become a magic weapon, no one can say for sure what the realm of magic weapons that can be comprehended is.

For example, the Great Nightmare's Zanya-chan.

At this time, Deng Yuxiang and the magic weapon, the Night-Zhan Dao's main focus was to comprehend the "Broken Blade and Recasting it".

What the two of them comprehended was no longer the same realm of divine weapons as before.

Wu Xiao finally moved.

He reached out and grasped the divine spear that was split in half, looked at the extremely flat and smooth cross-section, and slowly put the two together.

The Black Iron Annihilation Gun was easily pieced together.

Exactly the same as before.

The difference is that it has completely lost its spirituality and no longer has the spirit of a gun.

"I can't defeat you." Wu Xiao said slowly.

His head was lowered and his voice was hoarse.

He held the black iron spear tightly in both of his hands. The palm that was holding the tip of the spear had been cut and blood was flowing down.

Lu Ran speculated: "Is it because of those invincible existences that you are completely discouraged?"

"Tick, tick."

Wu Xiao lowered his head, and drops of blood flowed from his palms and fell into the stream.

Lu Ran did not stop him.

On the contrary, I feel that Wu Xiao's behavior is much better than his previous numb appearance.

"I've already told you what I'm going to take you to do." Lu Ran looked at the man's back, "You've also seen my abilities."

Wu Xiao remained silent and did not comment.

"Heh." Lu Ran smiled.

Even if you have seen it all with your own eyes, are you unwilling to believe it again?
Too,

It has always been the case that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

In the dark world ruled by gods and demons, in the cold and cruel Holy Spirit Mountain
The word "hope" is truly cruel.

"Tell me about it, friend." This time, it was Lu Ran's turn to address him. "There aren't many opportunities like this."

However, Wu Xiao did not cherish it: "I have nothing to say."

Lu Ran frowned slightly: "Why, you don't believe me and don't plan to follow me?"

Wu Xiao shook his head slowly: "You have only one rotten life, I'll give it to you."

"Oh?"

"Originally, I was planning to die in your hands." Wu Xiao slowly released the tip of the gun and whispered, "But you refused."

Lu Ran: “.”

Wu Xiao slowly raised his head and looked at the distant mountains: "Since you want to challenge the gods, I will go with you."

Lu Ran realized that Wu Xiao did not really "come back to life".

No matter how shocking Lu Ran's performance was, Wu Xiao did not completely believe it.

Or rather, he didn't dare to believe it.

I dare not have any more extravagant hopes.

After hearing about Lu Ran's wishful thinking, Wu Xiao simply followed Lu Ran with the attitude that "death is death no matter where it happens".

Lu Ran was silent for a moment, then said softly, "I have a stone statue of a Wusheng pseudo-god.

I will bind you to the stone, and you will merge with the stone."

The black jade tiger talisman around Lu Ran's neck was secretly causing his deep voice to carry an unquestionable majesty.

"You will inherit everything from Takeshi, replace Takeshi, surpass Takeshi, and take away the throne of God."

Wu Xiao, who had just raised his head and looked at the distant mountains, had already made a decision and seemed to have walked out of it.

However, Lu Ran's words made him lower his head again.

As Lu Ran expected,
In Wu Xiao's world, the words hope and cruelty are synonymous.

Lu Ran looked up at the dark clouds in the sky and said, "We will eventually fight our way out of Holy Spirit Mountain and reach the sky.

Clean up the universe and return to the human world."

"Lu Ran." Wu Xiao's voice was hoarse.

"Ok?"

"You know, there is a kind of magic in Holy Spirit Mountain."

Lu Ran remained silent and listened attentively.

Wu Xiao picked up the bloody gun tip with his bloodstained hand and put it into the clear stream: "Here
You cannot live without desire in your heart.

You have too many desires in your heart, and you can’t live any longer.”

"Haha." Lu Ran laughed dumbly, and stroked his short hair that was fluttering in the wind with one hand, "That's a very good point."

Having said that, his hair has always been kept at a length above the ears, and it is never cut too short every time it is trimmed.

Should it still be called short hair?

Lu Ran still looked at the sky covered with dark clouds: "So, do you want to follow me from one extreme to another?"

Wu Xiao remained silent.

The hand that had loosened the tip of the gun before grasped it again.

The torn skin and the cold flowing stream water continued to sting his nerves.

But this time, Lu Ran didn't give him too much time and said, "Since you have a life, just follow me from now on.

You don’t want it, but I do. ”

Wu Xiao's palms froze and he remained silent for a long time.

Slowly, he turned around and said in a deep voice, "Okay."

Lu Ran looked down at Wu Xiao. Although he couldn't see his buried face, he could feel his surging emotions.

The result is the same.

But that dead heart seemed to beat.

Well, pretty good.

At the beginning of the month, I would like to ask my brothers for support with monthly tickets!
(End of this chapter)