long night walk

Chapter 6 Lin Shen sees a deer
Li Jiujiu was silent for a moment, and said: "Alright, this sword is weird. If you are in danger of encountering a strong enemy, you can use this sword to defend against a strong enemy. At a critical moment, it may even save your life."

"Ah."

"Okay, I'm going first, you have to take care."

"Well, take care too." Bai Lian looked up at the beautiful woman and waved his arms.

Li Jiujiu pursed his lips and didn't say anything more. He slowly stimulated the spiritual power in his body, and the seven-star sword under his feet lifted her figure upwards.

Immediately, the sword light swept to the distant sky and turned into a meteor-like light.

That sword, that woman, disappeared into the distant sky.

In the forest, he was finally the only one left.

It's night, and everything is quiet.

It was as if Bai Lian had returned to that purple-gold coffin, alone and alone for thousands of years.

The cold mountain wind blew on his body, lifted the blue and white Taoist robe, and the cold wind poured into his lapel, but he couldn't feel a trace of cold.

However, it was this that made him feel cold all over his body, and made him realize once again that he was no longer a human being.

Negative emotions such as loneliness, fear, sadness, etc. only emerge when you are alone, just like the silent silt hidden at the bottom of a seemingly clear river, surging out.

Only he himself can deeply realize the truest side of himself.

Bai Lian smiled helplessly, presumably he must have been a cowardly and incompetent person in his lifetime.

I kept saying that I would not go back to the sect with others, but as soon as they left, I was here to hurt the spring and the autumn, it was really useless.

The Qiushui sword that Li Jiujiu had given him was pinned on his waist in a decent manner, suddenly remembered what she said, and subconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to touch the fangs on both sides.

Is it really like Huya?

Bai Lian was thoughtful.

Originally, he wanted to listen to Li Jiujiu's instructions, and when he was rational, he would beat a wild beast or two in the mountains and drink some blood.

In order to avoid being too hungry and crazy and attacking humans at that time, it would be bad.

Now he is seeking the second rank of Dao cultivation, he can absorb the aura of heaven and earth to form Zhou Tian by himself, and he also knows how to practice with his own scattered memories.

He, the newly resurrected little corpse demon, is much stronger than ordinary humans and beasts.

Naturally, catching prey is no problem, he has no body temperature and no breathing.

Animals in the mountains rely on their senses to predict danger, and of course it has no effect on Bai Li'an.

Bai Lian successfully caught a small sika deer.

The little sika deer is very cute, struggling with its innocent and frightened big round eyes.

Bai Lian couldn't bear it, but still used the Qiushui sword to cut a small cut on the thick buttocks of the deer, and took the fresh deer blood with a fresh green leaf.

Holding the still steaming deer blood, Bai Lian frowned slightly.

Obviously, it is still difficult for him to adapt to the life of drinking blood, and looking at the blood in the green leaves, he doesn't even have the slightest feeling of wanting to eat.

The feeling in his abdomen told him that he didn't feel any hunger at this moment.

Li Jiujiu said that the mourning clothes on his body were hundreds of years ago, but he was not hungry at all.

Suddenly remembered that when he just opened his eyes, at that time, it was very difficult for him to even raise his arms, even the root of his tongue was stiff, and he could barely speak a corpse language.

But when senior brother Li Jiujiu died on the weird little sword, his essence and blood were all lost, his body became soft again, and he was able to restore human speech fluently.

Bai Lian subconsciously touched the small sword on the side of his back and waist, feeling a slight chill in his heart.

Could it be that the little sword sucked all the blood from that man and flowed into his body?
Although he was not hungry at all at this time, it would be a waste to throw away the deer blood, so he suppressed the discomfort in his heart and drank it all in one gulp.

Corpse demons have no sense of taste, and Bailian is no exception. The warm deer blood fell into the chest and abdomen like a straight line, straight down to the lower abdomen.

The faint temperature in the lower abdomen seemed to increase further, and the weak Yin-Yang Dao Fish, which was invisible to the outside world, moved at an extremely slow speed.

Although Bai Lian had no sense of taste, the strong smell of blood in his mouth still made him frown slightly. He didn't like this way of eating very much.

Fortunately, the amount of blood he injected was not too much, and the wound was not too big. The deer was still alive and kicking.

Strange to say, he hurt the little deer, and the little deer was not afraid of him after spending a few short minutes with him.

The little deer has a docile temperament, circling around him, and sometimes boldly licking the back of his hand when he is not prepared.

Perhaps this little deer, who is not afraid of life, knows that he has no intention of killing it.

Bai Lian smiled slightly, and took the hemostatic herbs that had been picked in the mountains long ago.

After crushing the herbs, Bai Lian stretched out his hand and beckoned, "Little Lu, come here, let me see the wound on your butt, and stop the bleeding for you."

This mountain forest is located in the center of many small sects of cultivating immortals, and it is full of aura, which makes the creatures in this area extremely intelligent.

The little deer seemed to understand Bai Lian's words, and his limbs and hooves landed on the ground, trotting to his side.

He actively pouted his thick little buttocks, and groaned twice on the ground, looking a little pitiful and aggrieved.

Bai Lian laughed out loud, this little guy is really clever.

Apply the crushed herbal medicine evenly on the injured buttocks of the deer. This herbal medicine takes effect very quickly, and it stopped the blood shed from the deer's running in a short time.

It's just that there is one bad thing about this medicine, that is, it will have a strong tingling sensation when applied to the wound.

Sure enough, the little deer trembled, neighed, and was about to struggle to get up.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it will be fine after a while."

Bai Lian gently patted the other half of the deer's uninjured buttocks to show comfort, and did not forget to blow gently on its wound.

The little deer calmed down very obediently.

Bai Lian had no body temperature, so the air he blew out was naturally icy cold.

The deer only felt that the tingling pain at the wound was much more comfortable under the cool breeze, squinting his eyes, and gently kicking Bai Lian's calf with his hind legs comfortably.

The deer's buttocks are thick, rolling in Shaolin all year round, it can be described as rough skin and thick flesh, after the bleeding stops, scabs have formed.

Seeing that Bai Lian stopped applying the medicine, Xiao Lu tilted his head to lick the wound on his buttocks, but Bai Lian stopped him in time.

"No, the medicine has already been applied, and the wound will become inflamed if it gets wet again."

The little deer gave a low cry, and they all answered.

But God seemed to want to oppose him on purpose, just as the words fell, a drizzle of drizzle began to fall under the firm sky of the night sky.

The rain wasn't heavy, but it was fine, dense, and soft, and it fell on people's faces like powder.

On the grass, on the trees, on the rocks, slowly spreading to the entire empty and uninhabited mountain forest, there is this kind of light, flowing, and moist smoke.

Bai Lian smiled bitterly, quickly opened his clothes, picked up the fawn's buttocks, stuffed it into his arms, so as to prevent the freshly medicated wound from being wet by the rain, and ran away.

(End of this chapter)