Feeding humans, she's serious

"...Fellow Daoist, don't panic."

Hearing the noise, the monk who struggled to climb out from the bottom of the pit put his hands on Wu He's hand in disgrace. Seeing him screaming, just as he was about to continue to say something to comfort him, his shoulders were suddenly pushed down by a huge force.

"Bam—"

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground attracted everyone's attention. Qian Qiuxue calmly opened her eyes and witnessed the whole process of a head disappearing from the top to the bottom of the pit.

Qian Qiuxue: "...It's not a big problem."

The cultivator at the bottom of the pit was incapable and furious: "Why is it always me who gets thrown - it's very expensive to hire a doctor!"

"Ah, you don't have to worry about that," Qian Qiuxue moved over from the side, patted the frightened Wu He comfortingly, and was almost sent down by this man's elbow.

Qian Qiuxue: "..."

Wu He, who couldn't listen to the words at all, finally calmed down when he mentioned the broken sword beside him.

After being woken up, he returned to his weak appearance, pointed at the person at the bottom of the pit, and weakly expressed his sincerity: "I am a pharmacist, and I can treat him."

Qian Qiuxue twitched the corner of her mouth, and her calm expression became even more frightening: "Then this is the best."

Then, without saying a word, he picked up the collar and found a safe angle for Wu He to throw it down.

There was another muffled sound, and Gu Jingyun, who had completely watched the whole process, turned her head silently, as if she didn't want to get involved in it.

Regardless of the circumstances of the people below, the source of the noise was finally resolved, Qian Qiuxue found a tree trunk to lean against, and exhaustedly began to activate the spiritual power in his body.

Trying to simply suppress the internal injury that was shot out.

This time, she could be regarded as a blessing in disguise. Under Gu Fanyin's reminder, she put away all distracting thoughts, and instead tempered Jian Xin again.

It's a pity...that sword that had been with her for a long time was cut off like this.

"Qian Qiuxue?"

The dark flames in the distance had all subsided, Gu Fanyin walked slowly, stopped beside her, and looked down at the girl who was licking her wounds alone.

Qian Qiuxue raised her head, and those clear eyes could see the bottom at a glance.

"This is for you." Gu Fanyin bent down and put a bead-like object in her arms, raised the corners of her lips and touched the girl's hairy head: "Take it as... your reward for trying to protect me."

"This is..." Qian Qiuxue took the thing out of her bosom, fixed her eyes on the round bead, and tried hard to think about its origin.

Ning Zhi, who followed, dismantled the stage: "I picked it up from the ashes."

"That's right, borrowing flowers to offer Buddha?"

Gu Fanyin looked at him, the corners of the young man's lips were still stained with water, and he immediately suppressed all the words she wanted to refute.

Although she doesn't quite recognize the things in this world, she can keenly feel that they can help Qian Qiuxue.

Even if it's useless in the end... Gu Fanyin never lacks one or two magic weapons.

But these, there is no need to say it.

"Yes, yes, borrow flowers to offer Buddha." Gu Fanyin turned to face Ning Zhi, with a perfunctory pampering tone in his tone: "The things that are given to Ning Zhi are unique."

Ning Zhi really got jealous when he came out in such a hurry to deny it.

Inexplicably coming to such a conclusion, the corners of Gu Fanyin's lips continued to rise uncontrollably.

"What strange place did you think of?"

Her appearance infected Ning Zhi, the young man crossed his arms around his chest, straightened his body slightly, still speaking in a mocking tone, but his brows were full of helplessness that he hadn't even noticed.

The monk who finally crawled out from the bottom of the pit looked at them blankly, thought for a while, and couldn't help but interject: "The relationship between the two friends is really good."

"Fairy Sanskrit is really gentle."

It was essentially a compliment, but when Ning Zhi heard this, the corners of his lips that were originally raised suddenly pulled down.

"Oh," a sneer escaped from his throat, Ning Zhi glanced at him with a cold expression, "It seems that the injury is healed?"

"Yes, this Fellow Daoist Wu He is really amazing...all of a sudden—ah!"

The monk who was kicked to the bottom of the pit again was a little silent and surprised. The hem of his clothes that had been cleaned up with great difficulty was once again covered with dirt.

Wu He, who was lucky enough to escape the catastrophe because of his few words: "..."

Silently moved towards his old friend again.

Gu Jingyun: "They have always been like this?"

Wu He lowered his voice: "Fairy Fanyin just holds Mr. Ning on top of her heart..."

"It's almost impossible to turn down any request from him."

The word "any" was too thick, Gu Jingyun, who was originally just asking casually, showed surprise, and couldn't help but turned to look at this friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and successfully captured the flash of envy.

Wu He is not very good at lying, especially in front of someone who has been with him for a long time.

Thinking of this, Gu Jingyun's complexion became more complicated, and he couldn't help but look sideways at the two people who were talking.

Under the reflection of the twilight, the two men even matched their clothes perfectly.

"What are you looking at?" Ning Zhi's eyes were filled with a dark light, and Gu Jingyun was caught off guard and stared at him, forcing the person who wanted to say a few words to fool him to be forced to lower his head.

Ning Zhi's gaze was too dangerous.

Gu Jingyun had no doubt that if he made a mistake, he would be thrown from the side by this young man.

And there, no one will stop it.

He clenched his teeth tightly, curling his fingertips slightly as if frightened.

"……what?"

At this moment, Qian Qiuxue, who had been holding the ball all this time, finally made a movement. She was still holding the broken sword in her hand. The ball that was originally placed in the palm of her hand was gone, replaced by the slowly condensed edge of the sword.

Gu Fanyin explained reasonably: "Throw up whatever you eat."

"Looking at the way the vine broke off the blade, it's definitely not the first time."

"By chance, some strange substances were condensed..." Gu Fanyin looked reluctant, "It's actually not unreasonable."

Ning Zhi sneered: "It's just that the corpses of those swords have exerted their residual heat."

Wu He: "...Do you want to make it so bloody?"

As soon as the voice of complaining came to an end, Gu Fanyin's eyes followed closely behind.

Wu He: "..."

Shut up manually.

In fact, I just noticed that there is a personal Gu Fanyin here: "?"

She had no interest in the psychology of these people, and when she saw the broken sword in Qian Qiuxue's hand recovered, she simply planned to part ways.

"Ning Zhi," Gu Fanyin walked seriously to Ning Zhi's side, and directly said extremely rude words in front of everyone: "Let's go grab someone."

Ning Zhi: "Who?"

"The one who seems to know more?" Gu Fanyin also had a hard time dealing with this situation, "At least you have to find news about Fuzhucao."

"It would be best if you can buy it directly."

Ning Zhi silently turned his head, he had a lot to say in his mind and didn't know what to say for a moment.

They all decided to rob someone, but they still planned to buy it in the end?

Wu He, who also heard these words, was ashamed, suddenly remembered something, and subconsciously answered: "Floating Zhucao, how many spirit stones can you sell?"