05 Send one of your swordsmen to me
Just as Ji Chen approached "Nian Chen" and his fingertips were about to touch the hilt, he suddenly felt something flying towards him from behind.
Subconsciously, Ji Chen wanted to hide.
But his body couldn't keep up with his mind, and he was still hit by that thing.
To be precise, it was not a thing, but a person.
It was Xue Wuxi's body that hit Ji Chen.
The two of them were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins, smashing the tower wall, and flew out from the top of the tower, before falling heavily to the ground and rolling for a distance.
The "Shuanghua" in Xue Wuxi's hand also "clanged" and fell to the ground.
Ji Chen was fine and was able to get up because Xue Wuxi used her spiritual power to protect him.
But Xue Wuxi coughed up two mouthfuls of black blood on the ground, covering his chest that was hit by Gui Tong's palm, his brows full of pain.
There was still a clear bloody palm print on his chest.
"How are you?" Ji Chen went over, instinctively worried about his eldest disciple.
Logically, Xue Wuxi shouldn't have been beaten so badly.
"No harm."
Xue Wuxi just finished speaking, and he choked on another big mouthful of blood.
The boiling blood melted the snow left on the ground last night.
A large area flowed, forming a pool of blood.
Gui Tong followed and flew down from the top of the tower, landing right in front of the two of them. His
long hair was flying, his clothes were ragged, and he stood with his hands behind his back, looking down from above.
"Master Xue, don't forget your promise. Send one of your sword cultivators to me."
Xue Wuxi spat out all the blood in his chest and then slowly said, "What's the point?"
"I want it, why do you care? Why don't you learn from that scumbag who pretended to be dead for five hundred years? Since I became the Demon Lord, I have never dared to show up again!"
Ji Chen heard it and called himself a scumbag.
Also, he really died, not pretending to be dead.
Xue Wuxi raised his head, his eyes became colder: "So, this is why you have been looking for people who look like him for five hundred years, and killing them every time
you see them?" "Shouldn't he die!" Gui Tong gritted his teeth, and hatred was revealed in every word: "How he treated me, as the eldest senior brother, can't you see it?" "
How is it that you can learn his swordsmanship, receive his praise and love, and eat the meals he cooked, while I... I can only get his indifference, neglect, and even scolding and whipping?"
"Since he looked down on me, why did he take me in, let me think that I met..."
Gui Tong's last words were drowned in the endless darkness.
It stopped abruptly.
The air was instantly quiet, as if the whole world had fallen into an abyss of no return.
The silence lasted for a while, until the sky began to snow again.
Snowflakes fell here and there, drifting in the air. It
seemed as if it were a different world
. Ji Chen was not actually a heart of stone.
He also knew that he did not treat Gui Tong like a master in his previous life.
Not to mention like a master, he did not even act like a human being.
But he had no choice but to let the system force him to complete the task.
So it was understandable that the other party hated him to the core.
Thinking of this, Ji Chen couldn't help but sweat for himself.
Fortunately, the third brother thought he was not dead yet, so he did not recognize him now.
Otherwise, if he was recognized by him, he would either cut him into pieces or use all the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
The snow fell more and more heavily, as if it was going to swallow up the whole world.
Xue Wuxi adjusted his breathing to heal the internal injuries in his body and stood up with difficulty, but he still covered the wound on his chest with one hand, and blood was slithering at the corner of his mouth.
"Gui Tong, there is something I want to tell you."
"Go ahead."
"In fact, every time after you were beaten by Master, the "Green Lotus Blood Restoring Porridge" that the sword servant brought you was made by Master himself."
"He didn't let us tell you, and he told the sword servant that he bought it when he went down the mountain and didn't finish it, so he brought it to you."
Gui Tong was unmoved.
"Don't think that if you make up a story to make me happy, I will let him go, or even let you hypocritical immortals go."
"If you don't believe it, then forget it. "
Xue Wuxi gently brushed the thin snow that had just fallen on his shoulders, glanced at the night sky that was about to break dawn, and turned away.
The silver hair behind him merged with the silver snow.
Looking at Xue Wuxi's departing back, Ji Chen, who was still lying in the snow, screamed frantically in his heart: Hey! Don't go!
What's worse is that it would have been fine if Xue Wuxi had just left.
He actually walked for a while and then sent a message back: "The disciple of my sect in front of you is the one you are going to marry. "
The voice and Xue Wuxi's back disappeared in the snowstorm that was about to break.
Ji Chen: ...
Soon, Ji Chen's thin body was lifted up from the snow by a broad hand holding the collar of his neck.
Like an eagle lifting a chicken.
Gui Tong was much taller than he is now.
He is now at most 1.7 meters tall.
Gui Tong must be at least 1.9 meters tall.
There is a height difference of 20 centimeters, and the other person is as tall as two doors. How can he compare with him?
Only when his feet left the ground could Ji Chen barely look at the pair of bloodshot eyes.
"What's your name?" Gui Tong was the first to speak.
"Ji Chen."
Ji Chen used his real name in this life, which was different from his previous life. In the previous life, he used the name of the Sword Ancestor in the book.
"You have no spiritual roots. "
When Ji Chen heard that there was a chance, he quickly said, "Yes, you should change one quickly, I..."
"That's perfect." Gui Tong interrupted him without further ado.
Then he folded it in half and carried it on his broad shoulders. Suddenly, he turned into a streak of red dust and disappeared on the spot.