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Ying Baiye said: "Look at the wound on her forehead."
The nun's messy hair covered part of the wound, so Xie Yun couldn't see it clearly.
Xie Yun leaned over and said before meeting the female cultivator, "I'm sorry."
He gently lifted the female cultivator's forehead hair, and the flesh of the wound was opened. The wound was not cleaned, and it was mixed with mud and sand.
The female cultivator's round almond eyes blinked twice, and she tilted her head slightly. Even if someone touched her like this, she still faced the burly demon cultivator's expression.
Xie Yun put down his hand: "What's wrong with the wound? It looks normal."
Ying Baiye looked at it again, and the black ink had disappeared: "Maybe I saw it wrong."
He opened the lid of the spirit training liquid and said, "Give the child a drink."
When the female cultivator heard the word "child", she finally had a little reaction. She squeezed the bottle of spirit training liquid and poured it into the child's mouth.
The boy was turned over, and Xie Yun only saw the other's face-because he was too thin, the boy's brows and cheekbones were high and bulging, but his stomach was bulging, and the undulating arc of his chest was very small. dead past.
It's like being starved to the point of being alive.
Xie Yun said in disgust, "You can't even eat food in the devil's way?"
The monks can't fast before the consecration period. If they don't eat enough food, they can indeed starve to death.
Ying Baiye had never seen such a situation before: "It's not that exaggerated either."
Ordinary people can still make a living if they are in good health, let alone monks? Unless you can't move, you can always find something to eat, and you won't fall to this point.
Xie Yun pretended not to hear and stroked Ying Baiye's arm: "Poor child."
Ying Baiye: "..."
Forget it, my own apprentice and brother are used to it.
The female cultivator opened the child's mouth and poured the spirit training liquid into the child's mouth.
The Pei Ling liquid is a light golden thick liquid that flows into the child's mouth along the chapped lips. The high-quality spirit training liquid awakened the child's desire to survive, and the child kept swallowing while holding the bottle.
Xie Yun couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Let's go to another room..."
Before Ying Baiye turned around, he heard the sound of ticking behind him. He glanced back, and the light golden Pei Ling drop ticking fell on the ground and gradually spread along the floor to Ying Baiye's feet.
Ying Baiye's pupils contracted slightly: "Huaiyu, look."
Xie Yun wondered: "What's wrong?"
He turned around and saw the familiar black ink, his fingers subconsciously rested on a foot of snow, the sword was unsheathed, and the cold light flashed between his sleeves.
Under the gaze of the two, the mother and son began to melt into black ink from their feet.
The female cultivator didn't notice it, her beautiful face kept a loving smile, poured spiritual liquid into the child's mouth, patted the child's back with her hands, and hummed a messy sleep song.
As if the only thing in her world is protecting children.
The spiritual fluid flowed into the child's body along the esophagus, but the child's chest and below had completely turned into black ink.
The mother and son melted into black ink in a few breaths.
The spirit training liquid lost its support and fell to the ground with a loud bang! Rolling down to Xie Yun's feet, the bottle mouth was stained with a little black ink.
Xie Yun bent down, a little ink stained on his fingertips.
"He's so pitiful."
"The male protagonist is so miserable, he has no father at such a young age..."
"Fortunately, the male lead's mother found him a stepfather."
"The stepfather is alright, it's not bad for the male protagonist."
...
pity, pity...
Many emotions penetrated into Xie Yun's soul, and those voices that went straight into the depths of his soul were very familiar.
Xie Yun's face was expressionless, his fingertips moved slightly, and the ink was broken: "There are more and more patterns."
At first glance, this mother and son are no different from ordinary monks. The ordinary consecration stage cultivation base, the body made of flesh and blood, even made three souls and seven souls. Under the eyes of the two out-of-body cultivators Xie Yun and Ying Baiye, these two characters had no flaws at all.
Ying Baiye moved his fingertips slightly, and his spiritual power turned into flames to ignite the black ink marks. He looked out the window: "It seems that Xie Yufei is not an exception. I don't know how many Xie Yufeis there are in this world. This place is far from Wancur City, Yujian Capital. It only takes two hours, I'm afraid I can't use the word coincidence to perfunctory."
"Compared with Xie Yufei, these two only have the cultivation base of the enlightenment period. I am afraid that they have not been in the world for a long time, and they have not enough willpower to gather, so they will collapse on their own."
The closer to the City of Ten Thousand Curses, the more "protagonists" I am afraid.
Xie Yun sneered: "Xie Yufei thinks he is unique and is the core of the world in the book, but in fact it is just a plaything in the hands of Ten Thousand Curses."
Maybe no flaws can be seen, precisely because they are also one of the playthings.
Xie Yun tapped the sword hilt slowly with his fingertips, his mood sank several times, and he said calmly: "I'm here, you can go to another room."
He unconsciously pulled out a foot of snow, and the sharp blade brushed the back of his hand.
Instead of leaving, Ying Baiye sat down and said, "I'm leaving, where is Junior Brother going to lie to Yun to find out about the low tide of Daze?"
For the first time, Xie Yun didn't care about the title "Junior Brother": "You said, I cut the skin now, is it blood or ink like this?"
He raised a hand to examine it carefully.
Ying Baiye followed his movements to look over, Xie Yun's fingers were slender, the joints were thin and delicate, and they were as bright as jade in the sun.
The curiosity in Xie Yun's eyes was cold.
Xie Yun didn't look at himself, but looked at an object that had nothing to do with him, with that kind of scrutiny and probing eyes.
"My 'flesh and blood'..."
Ying Baiye held his face: "Try it."
Xie Yun's sword was about to be pressed down when a hand suddenly stretched out from the side, blocking Xie Yun's hand, and the one-foot snow-white blade was instantly dyed bright red.
Xie Yun grabbed Ying Baiye's hand. It was the first time he was so shocked and angry: "What are you doing?!"