Only then did he realize that the muffled snoring had disappeared. And that scarlet gleam came from the eyes of Slaughter Xuanwu!

Slaughter Xuanwu bared his black fangs, opened his mouth and roared.

Wei Wuxian was standing right in front of its fangs, and was hit by the sound waves of this roaring voice, and his whole body was aching. Seeing that it was biting, he hurriedly shoved the bundle of iron into its mouth. The timing and location of this plug was just right, not more than an inch, not an inch, and withstood the upper and lower jaws of the demon!

While the demon couldn't close his mouth, Wei WuXian stabbed a bundle of feather arrows into its weakest skin. Although the feathered arrows were thin, Wei Wuxian made a bundle of five, pierced into the demon's skin and pushed them until the tail feathers submerged, like a poisonous needle. Under the pain, Slaughter Xuanwu bent the iron iron that was holding up against its teeth, and the seven or eight iron irons that were originally straight were suddenly broken into hooks by its strong bite force. Wei WuXian stabbed a few bundles of arrows into its soft skin again, this monster has never suffered such a big loss since he was born, the pain is maddening, the snake's body is writhing in its shell, and the snake's head is bumping. When he left, the corpse piles also turned over the river and the sea, like a mountain collapsed and slipped, drowning Wei Wuxian in the rotten stumps. Slaughter Xuanwu's eyes widened, his eyes were ferocious, his teeth were wide open, and he seemed to be swallowing mountains and rivers in one breath. The pile of corpses slid into its mouth like a torrent, Wei WuXian struggled desperately, went upstream, and suddenly grabbed an iron sword, his heart froze, and the shrill screams rang out in his ears.

Wei Wuxian's body had already been sucked into Slaughter Xuanwu's mouth. Seeing that the demon was about to close his mouth, he grabbed the iron sword and used it again, and stuck it between the demon's upper and lower jaws.

Eight out of ten of the internal organs in the body of this century-old demon are corrosive, and as long as a person swallows it, it will instantly be melted into a plume of blue smoke!

Wei Wuxian firmly grasped the iron sword, stuck in its mouth like a thorn, neither going up nor down. Slaughter Xuanwu bumped his head for a while, but he couldn't swallow the thorn that didn't let him close his mouth, but he didn't want to let go, and finally rushed out!

It was frightened by Wei Wuxian's piercing in its shell, as if it wanted to escape entirely from the shell, and desperately squeezed its body out, until the tender ròu that had been hidden in this layer of armor was exposed. And Lan WangJi had already dropped the line on its head and had been waiting for a long time. As soon as Slaughter Xuanwu rushed out, he retracted the line, flicked it on the string, and the bowstring trembled, cutting into ròu!

This demon was not drawn by the two of them together, nor was it entered. It is a deformed monster, not a real god. It has no sense of mind at first. It is completely crazy under the stimulation of pain. làng. But no matter how crazy it goes, one of the two people is firmly stuck in its mouth, so that it can't bite and can't eat. The deeper the wound is, the more blood will flow!

Lan Wangji held on to the bowstring tightly, not loosening it for a moment, and persisted for three hours.

After three hours, Slaughter Xuanwu gradually stopped moving.

The vital part of the demon was almost separated from his body by Lan Wangji's bowstring. He used too much force, and the palms of his hands were already full of blood and scars. Huge guī shells floated on the water, and the water in the black pool had been dyed a purple-red color that could be seen by the eyes, and the bloody smell was as thick as a purgatory Shura Pond.

With a plop, Lan Wangji jumped into the water and swam near the snake's head.

Slaughter Xuanwu's eyes were still wide open, his pupils had been dilated, but his fangs were still tightly clenched. Lan Wangji said, "Wei Ying!"

There was no sound from the demon's mouth.

Lan WangJi stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed the upper and lower teeth, and forced them to separate them. He swam in the water with nowhere to work, and it took him a while to break it apart. saw a pitch-black iron sword stuck in Slaughter Xuanwu's mouth, the hilt and tip of the sword had penetrated deeply into its mouth, and the blade had been bent into an arc.

Wei WuXian curled up into a shrimp costume, lowered his head, and clung to the iron sword's not-sharp body with both hands, and was about to slide down Slaughter Xuanwu's throat.

Lan Wangji grabbed his collar and lifted him out. Slaughter Xuanwu's jaws opened, and the iron sword slid into the water and gradually sank to the bottom of the pool.

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes tightly, lying softly on top of him, with one arm on his shoulder, Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around his waist, floating him in the blood, and said, "Wei Ying!"

His hands were still trembling slightly, and he was about to reach out to touch Wei Wuxian's face, but Wei Wuxian suddenly woke up and said, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Are you dead? Are you dead?!"

He fluttered a bit, causing both of them to sink in the water. Lan Wangji said, "Dead!"

Wei Wuxian's eyes were blank for a while, as if it was difficult to react. After thinking for a while, he said, "Dead? Dead...Okay! Dead. It was screaming just now, and it was screaming and flipping, and it made me faint. dòng , Shui dòng, let's go. Get out of the shui dòng."

Lan Wangji said, "What's wrong with you?"

Wei Wuxian came over and said, "It's nothing! Let's go out quickly, it's not too late."

It was really not too late, Lan Wangji nodded, not caring about the blood and water being dirty, the two took a deep breath and dived into the water.

After a long while, two splashes broke out from the purple-red water surface, and the two got out again.

Wei WuXian spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his face, and his face was covered in purple blood. He became more and more embarrassed, and said, "What's going on?! Why don't you have a mouth?!"

Jiang Cheng did say at the time that there was a water under the black pool that could accommodate five or six people passing through at the same time. Moreover, the other disciples of the aristocratic family did escape through that mouth.

Lan Wangji's hair was wet and dripping with water, and he didn't answer. The two looked at each other and thought of a terrible possibility.

Possibly... Slaughter Xuanwu was in severe pain, his claws slammed wildly, collapsed the rocks underwater, or kicked somewhere, just blocking the only escape water dòng...

Wei Wuxian plunged into the water abruptly, and Lan Wangji followed. After a long search, still haven't found a single mouth. Not even one person can pass through.

Wei WuXian asked, "What should I do?"

After a while of silence, Lan Wangji said, "Let's go up first."

Wei Wuxian waved his hand and said, "...Go up."

Both of them were exhausted and swam slowly to the shore, the water was a bloody purple-red. Wei Wuxian took off his clothes, twisted it and shook it vigorously, and couldn't help but scolded, "Is this playing with us? Originally, I thought that no one would come to save us again, but I didn't have the strength to kill if I wanted to, so I came here to talk to me. It's gān. In the end, gān died, and the grandson of the bastard trampled the dòng down. cao!"

Hearing the word "cao", Lan Wangji frowned, trying to say something, but held back.

Suddenly, Wei Wuxian's feet softened. Lan Wangji grabbed him and hugged him. Wei Wuxian supported his hand and said, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm running out of strength. By the way, Lan Zhan, I just grabbed a sword in its mouth, did you see that sword?"

Lan Wangji said, "It sank to the bottom of the water. What?"

Wei WuXian said, "Sinking? That's fine."

When he was holding the sword tightly just now, he heard screaming screams in his ears, and he felt cold and dizzy. That sword must be something extraordinary. This slaughtering Xuanwu demon shòu had eaten at least 5,000 people, and when it was completely dragged into its shell, many people must still be alive. This heavy sword may be the relic of a monk who was swallowed. It has been hidden in the corpses of the guī shells for at least four hundred years, soaking in the deep resentment and pain of countless living and dead, and hearing their screams. Wei WuXian wanted to put the sword away and take a good look at the piece of iron, but since it has already sunk, and is now trapped here and can't get out, let's not mention it for the time being. If he mentions it too much, Lan Wangji will hear the clue, and he will cause a dispute again. Wei Wuxian waved his hand and said in his heart, "It's really not a good thing!"

He dragged his steps forward and continued walking, while Lan Wangji quietly followed behind him. Before taking two steps, Wei Wuxian softened again.

Lan WangJi supported him again. This time, he put one hand on his forehead, pondered for a moment, and said, "Wei Ying, you are... so hot."

Wei Wuxian put his hand on his forehead and said, "You're hot too."

Lan Wangji took his hand away and said indifferently, "That's because your hands are cold."

Wei WuXian said, "It seems a little dizzy."

Four or five days ago, he threw all the broken medicine in the sachet onto Lan Wangji's leg. The branded wound on his chest was just wiped off. He hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, and just now he went into the corpse pond and writhed again, and it finally deteriorated.

have a fever.

Qiáng walked for a while, Wei Wuxian became more and more dizzy and could no longer walk.

He simply sat down on the spot and said in confusion, "Why did it burn so easily? I haven't had a fever for several years."

Lan Wangji didn't want to comment on his "so easy", and said, "Lie down."

Wei Wuxian lay down according to the words, Lan Wangji took his hand and sent him spiritual power.

After lying down for a while, Wei Wuxian sat up again. Lan Wangji said, "Lie down."

Wei WuXian pulled his hand back and said, "You don't have to lose to me, you don't have much left."

Lan WangJi grabbed his hand again and repeated, "Lie down."

A few days ago, Lan Wangji had no strength, and he was frightened and tossed by him again and again. Today, it was Wei Wuxian's turn to finally have no strength, so he could only endure his fiddling.

But Wei Wuxian wasn't willing to be lonely even when he was lying down. After a while, he shouted: "Jade people. Jade people."

Lan Wangji said, "What do you want?"

Wei WuXian said, "Lie down in another place."

Lan Wangji said, "Where do you want to lie down at this time?"

Wei WuXian said, "I borrow your legs to lie down."

Lan WangJi said without expression, "Don't make trouble."

Wei WuXian said, "I'm serious. I'm so dizzy, you're not a girl, so what are you afraid of borrowing to lie down?"

Lan Wangji said, "It's not a girl's house, and you can't just lie down."

Seeing him frown, Wei WuXian said, "I didn't make trouble, so don't make trouble. I'm not convinced, Lan Zhan, tell me why?"

Lan WangJi said, "Why?"

Wei Wuxian turned over, lying on the ground, and said, "Who doesn't say that I hate me, but likes me in the heart, why is it your turn to always treat me badly? You've died, you don't even want to borrow your legs to lie down, and you want to teach me again. Are you seven or eighty?"

Lan WangJi said in a low voice, "You're burned out."

Maybe it was really burning out, and after a while, Wei Wuxian fell asleep.

When he fell asleep, he felt that he was lying down pretty well, as if he had really put a pillow on someone's lap, with a cool hand on his forehead. Rolled to the ground, and was gently patted on the head, picked up and continued to rest on his legs.

But after waking up, he was still lying on the ground, at best with a pile of leaves on the back of his head, which made him a little more comfortable. Lan Wangji sat far away from him, and a fire started, and the light of the fire made his face look like a beautiful jade, warm and gentle.

Wei Wuxian thought to himself, "It really was a dream."

The two of them had been cut off on their own way of escape, and they were trapped in the ground. They could only wait for Yunmengjiang's rescue. Two more days passed.

For the past two days, Wei Wuxian had been suffering from a low-grade fever, and woke up from sleep to sleep. Lan WangJi sent him spiritual energy intermittently, and only managed to keep the status quo from getting worse.

Wei WuXian said, "Ah. It's so boring."

Wei Wuxian: "It's really boring."

Wei Wuxian: "It's too quiet."

Wei Wuxian: "Ah—"

Wei WuXian: "I'm hungry. Lan Zhan, get up and get something to eat. Get that bastard."

Wei WuXian: "Forget it, don't eat it, the ròu of this troll must be stinky. You better stop moving."

Wei WuXian: "Lan Zhan, why are you acting like this, you're so bored. You keep your mouth and eyes closed, and you don't talk to me or look at me, you are practicing Zen, you are a monk? Yes, your ancestors are Monk. I forgot."

Lan Wangji said, "Quiet. You are still burning. Don't talk. Save your energy."

Wei WuXian said, "You finally spoke up. We waited for a few days? Why hasn't anyone come to rescue us?"

Lan WangJi said, "It hasn't been a day."

Wei Wuxian covered his face and said, "Why is it so difficult, it must be because of being with you. If only Jiang Cheng stayed, it would be more fun to scold him than to be with you now. Jiang Cheng! Where are you dead! It's been almost seven days!!!"

Lan Wangji stabbed a branch into the fire, this stab actually brought out a burst of sword intent, and sparks fluttered and danced. He said coldly: "Rest."

Wei Wuxian curled up into a ball of shrimp again, turned his face to him, and said, "Did you make a mistake, I just woke up and you let me rest again, so you don't want to see me in a awake state?"

Taking back the branch, Lan Wangji said, "You think too much."

Wei WuXian thought to himself, "You can't penetrate oil or salt, or knife or gun. It's not as interesting as that Lan Zhan a few days ago, whose face was as black as the bottom of an old pot, who spoke in a tone of voice, and would bite people when he was in a hurry. But such a Lan Zhan is not as interesting. But it is impossible to meet, and I am afraid that I will never have the opportunity to see it again in the future.”

He said, "I'm so bored. Lan Zhan, let's chat. You start."

Lan Wangji said, "When did you rest in the past?"

Wei WuXian said, "You're so boring, it makes you so—don't want to continue. But I'll give you a face, so let's take it. Let me tell you, I've always been in Lotus Pier. Go to bed later when you're ugly. Sometimes you don't sleep through the night."

Lan Wangji said, "Irregularity. Bad habits."

Wei WuXian said, "Do you think everyone is the same as your family?"

Lan Wangji said, "I have to change it."

Wei Wuxian covered his ears and said, "I'm sick. I'm having a fever, Second Brother Lan, can you say something nice? Coax this poor me?"

Lan Wangji was silent, Wei Wuxian said, "Can't speak? Well, I know. Then you can't speak, can you sing? Can you sing?"

He was just talking about it, scraping his lips with Lan Wangji to kill time, and he didn't expect him to agree at all. Who knows, after a long silence, a low and soft song sang back and forth in the open space.

Lan Wangji actually sang.

Wei Wuxian closed his eyes, turned over, spread out his limbs, and said, "It sounds good."

He said, "What's the name of this piece?"

Lan Wangji seemed to say something in a low voice, Wei Wuxian opened his eyes and said, "What's your name?"

☆、Chapter 56

He still didn't know what the song was called. A burst of dry blood rushed to his face, his head and limbs and joints were burning with pain, and the buzzing tinnitus lingered.

When he woke up again, he opened his eyes, and what he saw was not a dark dome, nor Lan Wangji's pale face, but a wooden board. A series of funny portraits were drawn on the wooden boards.

This is the graffiti he painted on the head in Lotus Pier.

Wei Wuxian was lying on his wooden couch, Jiang Yanli was reading a book with his head down, when he saw him awake, his brows rose slightly, and he put down the book and called out, "Axian!"