As if to clear Lynch's doubts, Du Chengying changed his previous casualness and rushed to Huayuan quickly with the injury. How could Lynch really do that? He pulled Du Chengying and asked him to recover his wounds first.

"Huayuan is your home for junior brother, my injury is nothing." Du Chengying had changed into a new robe, covering the wounds on his body, and his face was full of fatigue and paleness.

People who cultivate the truth are also human beings. No matter whether Du Chengying is good or bad, the injuries on his body are real. How could Lynch bear to let Du Chengying run around? Naturally, he had to slow down. "How can the senior brother's serious injury be considered a matter of not being able to count.

What? If your injury worsens, how can I feel sad?”

Du Chengying had a white face. He was injured and stripped off the dazzling part of his body, leaving him with pure handsomeness, and the jade was as quiet and beautiful as it was. "Nothing," he raised his eyes, his long eyelashes were thick, and his eyes were deeper.

, "You don't have to apologize to me."

The more he said this, the more Lynch felt sorry for him. He held Du Chengying's arm, lowered his face and sighed softly, "Senior Brother, just listen to me."

Du Chengying stood upright without taking advantage of Lynch's strength, lowered her eyes and fell on Lynch's fair face. Lynch has not been able to sleep well in the past few days, and has not eaten well. He has finally raised his richness.

The little face became thinner again, Du Chengying's heart moved and his voice softened, "Okay."

The situation in Yuelu Mountain is indeed worse than Lynch expected. He took Du Chengying to stay at the hunter's house near the forest, but found that the courtyard door was wide open. Under the door, a shriveled body was in his eyes. It was obvious that

He was harmed by the demon cultivator.

Du Chengying immediately pressed Lynch's face in his arms, "Don't look."

"I have seen it..." Lynch said in a muffled voice. He was not that fragile.

In his previous life, he has always treated this world as an outsider. When Lynch saw this mummy, he often felt that the idea of ​​"Ah, this NPC looks a bit exaggerated" was never afraid.

I'm still not afraid now, I'm just a little sad.

Where the "protagonist" did not see it, this "npc" may have lived a very happy life, but unfortunately in this story, he only exists like a background board, and in this form.

Lynch broke away from Du Chengying's arms, his eyes fell on the mummy, and he whispered: "I'll go to bury him."

"Don't go," Du Chengying frowned and grabbed Lynch's hand. Lynch looked back, and his expression showed extreme disagreement. Du Chengying said lightly, "I'll do it."

Lynch's expression moved, and his eyes slowly opened. It is undeniable that after the systematic guidance in his heart, Du Chengying's image tended to be "cold-blooded". He didn't care about his fellow practitioners, and he didn't expect that

He would be willing to bury a mortal.

Has there been a little change?

Lynch asked the system hopefully, and got the ruthless and familiar answer after the 'black value', and he became depressed again.

"It's probably not a person living in this room for a long time," Du Chengying pushed open the courtyard door, looked at the decorations around, and noticed that the black shadows on the wall were tightly attached, as if they were traces left after burning, and looked back at the forest.

"Junior brother, sit for a while, and then go and clean up after I've buried him."

Lynch hurriedly said, "I'll go and clean up."

"No," Du Chengying frowned slightly, and said firmly, "You just sit in my sight."

Lynch rarely saw Du Chengying's appearance as strong as him, and didn't think much about it. He regained his consciousness as a younger brother and sat obediently on the stool beside him.

There were two hatches beside the stool, and under the hatchet were messy wood and a few not very clean animal fur. Lynch could imagine the original owner sitting on the stool chopping firewood to clean up prey and sweating on the ground.

But now the person who is working hard to live has become a mummy.

Shui Qilin stretched out his sharp claws, and one claw went down to a big pit. He wanted to dig a well with his two claws. Du Chengying raised the mummy expressionlessly, turned his back to Lynch, so that he would not let Lynch see the indifference in his eyes.

, randomly throw the mummies into the pit like throwing garbage.

The water kilin digs the soil and just needs a simple grave.

Du Chengying clapped his hands and stood up, turned around and saw Lynch sitting well-behavedly, with a look of compassion, and a warmth in his eyes, "Get in."

The hunter lives alone, and the decorations in the house clearly tell this fact. A bamboo couch is not very big, leaning against the corner of the wall, there are a lot of bacon and clean and smooth leather hanging in the house, and the things are also very messy.

It was like throwing whatever he wanted after returning to the house, and a thin layer of gray was accumulated on the table.

Lynch touched the corner of the table, twisted his fingers, and murmured in a low voice: "I wasn't like this when I went up the mountain to become a disciple."

"Things of the world are unpredictable." Du Chengying looked calm, took out a soft handkerchief from his sleeve, and pinched it. The soft handkerchief stood upright like a little man, flew to the table, swam up, and first put the stool.

After cleaning it, Du Chengying pulled Lynch down and looked at Lynch carefully. Lynch lowered his head embarrassedly because he saw it.

"I've lost weight." Du Chengying said softly.

Lynch didn't say anything.

The room was very quiet, there was not even a sound of wind, only the sound of the two people breathing.

Du Chengying said slowly: "Junior brother, actually... don't you think life is good like this?"

Lynch raised his head and unexpectedly saw seriousness in Du Chengying's eyes, "Life like this?"

Du Chengying's eyes were focused. His eyes were always gentle as water. At this time, there was a little strange enthusiasm in the waves, "Just like this hunter, he rested from sunrise to sunset, and lived the simplest day.

”

Lynchy said, "Then he was sucked dry by the demon cultivator?"

Du Chengying grabbed his hand and said firmly: "I won't let anyone hurt you."

The palms are tightly clumped, and you don’t have to say any cherishment from a man’s every move, every word and every action.

Lynch couldn't stand this the most, so he pulled his hand back. He didn't use much strength. When Du Chengying noticed his intention, he already let go.

Lynch suddenly stood up, and the stool suddenly made a loud noise on the ground, "I'm tired."

The room was not big, and Lynch turned around and didn't know where to hide. Shui Qilin walked over and took the initiative to sit down cross-legged. Lynch rushed into his fluffy arms and pretended to be dead.

Du Chengying sat in the place for a long time, and the soft hand wiping it diligently under his feet, carefully wiping the ground along the edge of his boots, and suddenly stepped on the lifted boot surface, and the soft hand slid four straightened.

Kok, struggled hard for a few times, and the owner of the boots crushed it again before finally lifting his feet out.

Outside the house, there is no wind or sound, and it is terrible.

Du Chengying stood tall and raised his hand to close the door. After confirming that Lynch was lying in Shui Qilin's arms and fell asleep, he glanced at the corner of his eyes at the wall.

The black shadow by the wall shook and slowly peeled off the wall, becoming a vague figure, kneeling on one knee, "Greetings to the Demon Lord."

At the moment when Du Chengying was reborn, the moonlight mountain hexagram was reversed, and the demonic energy in the world surged. All the demon cultivators became clear at that moment, and their master was here.

Du Chengying looked at the black shadow coldly and said, "Get out."

"Master Demon Lord," the black shadow shook and refused to leave, "Please return to the Demon Realm."

Du Chengying was indifferent.

The black shadow whispered: "We demon cultivators have been bullied by these famous sects for many years. Master, aren't you dislike them? The demon world has been waiting for its master to rule. Previously, someone was blind to the house.

Start..."

His palm instantly pinched the black shadow, and Du Chengying's eyes were so cold that ice could emerge. He tightened his strength and said calmly: "You are not worthy of mentioning him."

The black shadows scattered in his hands, and the butterflies flew out from his sleeves, pecking at the remaining demonic energy like birds and beasts, flying up and down so lively.

There is no difference between practicing Taoism and practicing demons in Du Chengying's mind.

The strong prey on the weak, one rises and the other goes down, and the dog bites the dog.

People can feed on livestock, but why can't demons eat on people? They are the same.

It is really annoying to think that he is the same as he is the same as he is willing to let him be the savior.

Du Chengying gently shook his sleeve, raised his hand and stabbed the wound with the demonic energy as a blade, and then slapped it hard. The wound healed too quickly. How ironic, Du Chengying looked up at the dark sky, and couldn't help but sneer.

Heavenly Dao, if you choose me, I may not be willing to obey you.

Lynch didn't know if he was too tired, and he seemed to have fallen asleep again in Shui Qilin's arms. When he woke up, he was already lying on the bamboo couch, covered with a thin robe. He sat up and found out that he was lying on the verb.

There was a faint light in the middle of the house, and Du Chengying was sitting there changing her medicine.

The clothes on the upper body were all gone, revealing their strong arms, and the muscles on their bodies were clearly undulating. Black demonic energy lingered in the body, and blood surged from the darkness. Just looking at them made Lynch feel indescribable pain, but Du Chengying

He raised his hand and pulled the gauze from the wound without changing his face.

"Be gentle!" Lynch couldn't help but shout.

Du Chengying looked back and smiled slightly, "You are awake."

Lynch got out of bed, walked to the table, took the gauze on Du Chengying's shoulder. He had just woken up and his voice was hoarse and soft, "I want to change the medicine, won't you call me?"

"I'm afraid of scaring you." Du Chengying whispered.

Lynch said: "I'm not so scared."

Du Chengying pursed her lips, curled her lips and smiled again, her eyes slowly moved from Lynch's forehead to her cheek, raised her hand and touched his cheek with the back of her hand. Lynch was touched by him, and his hand shook, but he didn't move.

,"do what?"

"On the face..." Du Chengying's tone was filled with a smile, "I fell asleep."

Lynch raised his eyes and was treated with such ambiguous attitude as Du Chengying had, and he finally made a thick face and said, "Then you touch it, the mark will not disappear."

Du Chengying was stunned. Lynch felt a little embarrassed after saying that, but seeing Du Chengying was rarely stunned, he held his head as if nothing had happened and lowered his head to help Du Chengying treat the wound.

As the protagonist of the small world, Du Chengying has a first-class figure. Even though she was seriously injured, she still exudes a strong male hormone smell. Even the injured body has a more bloody attraction. Lynch wants to go to the harem of a male writer.

Where is it? Why don’t there be a girl? Otherwise, would Du Chengying try to try hard at him so much?

Du Chengying seemed to be shocked by Lynch's sudden "letting go" until Lynch finished the medicine for him without saying a word.

Lynch put on his blood-stained robe and the gauze he replaced, frowned and said to himself, "How can we heal this by the demon cultivator? Or should we just go back?"
To be continued...