The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 132 What does stripping clothes mean?
When Jian Baisan woke up, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Her eyes were covered by something white, she stretched out her hand to flick it, and as a result, she flung open a piece of sleeve, her eyes immediately met with a dozen snow-white eyeballs.

Jian Baisan was startled, turned over neatly, and stood up.

Seeing her get up, the six Jixue immortals also stood up one by one, took a step, looked back at Jian Baisan, took another step, and looked back at her.

Based on her years of experience with animals, Jian Baisan guessed that this meant she was asked to keep up.

She stepped carefully over the powder and fragments on the ground, followed them, but saw Leng Lianchi next to Master Xiukong's body.

He fell pale in a pool of blood, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was very close to Xiukong's bloody corpse, his fingers pressed tightly against the edge of his cassock, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

How could a Nascent Soul Patriarch fall down so easily?

In the story Luo Xiaoyu once told her, the Nascent Soul cultivator was capable enough to turn rivers and seas, cut mountains and flat lakes; but what was destroyed in front of him was only half a small courtyard.

If Jian Baisan were to fight with others, he might be able to achieve this effect.

Jian Baisan suspected that he was in an illusion, so he raised his hand and pinched himself hard.

But he saw that his arm was turning blue quickly, and the pain was so real.

... Isn't it in the illusion?
Jian Baisan was taken aback.

If it wasn't for the illusion, then it would be even faster to leave.Leng Lianchi obviously has enemies, and it's too dangerous to be here as a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Jian Baisan glanced at Leng Lianchi lying in a pool of blood.

If he saw an ordinary person injured and fell to the ground, Jian Baisan would undoubtedly help.

But this is a person who can strangle her with just a raise of his hand, the strongest person in the entire state, it's not her turn to save her, and she doesn't know how to save her.

Jian Baisan looked around, only to see that the night breeze was silent, and there was no one around. Immortal Jixue didn't intend to help at all, but surrounded her, looking eagerly expectant for some reason.

...Forget it, at least move him somewhere so that the wounded can't lie in a pool of blood all the time.

After making up his mind, Jian Baisan walked over cautiously.

Leng Lianchi was much lighter than she imagined, Jian Baisan lifted up through the slippery cassock with both hands, almost throwing Leng Lianchi up.

Jian Baisan's heart beat faster, she was just scared.

Holding him against the wall against the wind, he was finally away from the sticky pool of blood on the ground. Jian Baisan immediately let go of his hand and ran towards the forest of lights.

go!

The corner of the clothes was suddenly pulled tight.

Jian Baisan turned his head and saw a smiling Ji Xuexian.

One by one, Ji Xuexian came up to her and blocked her way forward.

Wherever Jian Baisan walked, they moved there; Jian Baisan was short and tried to rush out of the gap between them, only to see that they were suddenly crowded together like an indestructible piece of tofu.

Jian Baisan picked up Shanyin and tried to push them away, but he could only hear the muffled sound of the handle of the knife colliding with the metal under their cloth. In short, they remained motionless.

The only direction Jian Baisan can go is the direction where Leng Lianchi is.

"What do you want me to do?" Jian Baisan had no choice but to go back, and stood next to Leng Lianchi again, staring helplessly at Immortal Jixue.

One Jixue Immortal suddenly walked around behind the other Jixue Immortal, raised her hand and took off her clothes.

A Jixue Immortal walked up to Leng Lianchi, and did the same thing to the air in front of him.

Jian Baisan was dumbfounded, and just stared blankly.

What do you mean, why do they pick each other's clothes off?
What does stripping clothes mean?
Ji Xuexian, who was picking up people's clothes, turned the topless figure around and pointed at her back.

"You mean, Sect Master Leng's injury is on his back?" Jian Baisan guessed.

Ji Xuexian didn't move, and looked at her with a smile.

"You can't touch him?"

Ji Xuexian still smiled and nodded.

Jian Baisan held Caiyin's communication talisman in his hand.

"I'll ask his subordinates to deal with it now, is that okay?"

Ji Xuexian shook his head with a smile.

... No wonder, this is the place where she must be driven to save people.

"Just bandage it, will that be enough?" Jian Baisan asked tiredly.

Ji Xuexian didn't respond anymore.

Jian Baisan pressed the center of his brows, heartbroken, and helped Leng Lianchi up again with shaking hands.

It seems that Ji Xuexian will not let her leave unless he is dealt with properly.

Just run when you're done.

Jian Baisan gritted his teeth bitterly, why is this place forbidden!
With her head in suspense, she first stripped off the cassock on his body, then pulled the knot of his clothes with her spiritual power, pulled him down, pulled his shoulders with one hand, and turned him back neatly with the other.

A faint scent of sandalwood rushed over, and Jian Baisan roughly brushed Leng Lianchi's long wet hair onto her arm in order to expose the wound.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating the broken walls and ruins.

On the snow-white back of the cold lotus pond, there is a scarlet Guanyin statue smiling at Jian Baisan holding flowers.

The Guanyin statue looked extremely strange under the dim light, half of its face was covered with dense cracks, and the eyes of the Guanyin statue were still dripping blood and tears.

It is extremely terrifying and ominous, but it is extraordinarily gorgeous and attractive because of the color contrast, like a red fruit on a branch in winter, which is just for people to pick.

No one would have thought that such a tattoo would appear on the noble body of the young master of the Zhongqing Sect.

Jian Baisan stretched out his hand uncontrollably, and quickly took it back.

And the clothes on Leng Lianchi's back were already soaked with his own blood, I don't know how long the blood has been bleeding.

An anxious snow fairy came over, took out a bottle of medicine from his sleeve, and stuffed it into Jian Baisan's hand, interrupting her thoughts.

Open it and look, there are two small pills inside, which give off a strange smell, a bit like the smell of the pill that Jian Baisan was in the secret realm and was asked to leave by the pharmacist.

Jian Baisan pinched Leng Lianchi's jaw, and poured two pills into his mouth.

He took out the plaster for trauma, applied a layer on his back, and wrapped it tightly with a bandage.

Just about to pull up his clothes, Jian Baisan paused.

The bandage will rewet with clothing.

Jian Baisan thought for a while, and simply took out a pair of brand new cotton trousers from the ring, folded them, and placed them between the wet clothes and the bandages.

After completing these, Jian Baisan raised his head and looked at Ji Xuexian again.

Jixuexian made way for her with satisfaction.

Jian Baisan slowly leaned Leng Lianchi's wet head against the wall again, turned around and left with a blank mind.

When she returned the same way, stood on Quandu Street again, walked for a long distance, and was shocked by the dazzling lights, shadows, and sounds around her, she regained her composure.

She looked down at the dark red blood marks on her wheat-colored forearm, and was stunned.

This is Leng Lianchi's hair hanging on her arm.

I don't know if it's the effect of the Lenglianchi technique, the faint sandalwood aroma under the smell of blood, a blood-red Guanyin statue on the cold white canvas, and... and the jaw pinched by his fingers when he gave him the elixir, all of a sudden It appeared in Jian Baisan's mind and couldn't get rid of it.

"Ah yo!" Someone suddenly grabbed her arm, "Why is Mr. Dao standing blankly on the street alone, with this expression? Which handsome gentleman do you like, good lady? In our building..."

Jian Baisan was taken aback, shook off the man's hand, turned around and ran all the way until he reached the residence of the familiar kitchen—Shi Qizhen and Shi Fanhua, and then gradually calmed down his restless heartbeat.

　Jian Baisan: This is the effect of the Lenglianchi exercise...

　　Leng Lianchi (sneering): Don't throw the blame away, it's because of your lust.

　　We, Jian Baisan, have been fascinated by the vixen (metaphor here) again, congratulations!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)