21 I'm not planning anything bad to you

Ji Chen has been languishing in the guesthouse for half a month. He

was in a daze every day, drinking and sleeping, and rarely eating.

During this period, Yuan Yi and Kui Mu came to see him, but when they opened the door, they always saw him sleeping in various corners of the room like a pile of rotten mud, and then they left silently.

Ji Chen didn't care about his decadent attitude towards life.

Anyway, he didn't know how long he could live, so he might as well make every day happy while he was still alive.

However, he still remembered that he had promised to help Gui Tong "find someone".

Even if it was just a deceptive delaying tactic, he had to really go find it.

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Wu Ji Sect's Huanchen Hall.

"Puff——"

Xue Wuxi, who was meditating with his eyes closed, spat out a mouthful of hot blood from his lips.

His chest was burning with pain, and he coughed for a long time before he suppressed the disordered breath in his chest.

The young man standing by was panicked and hurriedly gave Xue Wuxi Qi, but it was still useless.

"Master, your injury has been for half a month, and it hasn't healed yet, how about..."

"No problem."

Xue Wuxi answered coldly, and only answered with these two words.

As Xue Wuxi's only disciple, Fu Changgeng had no choice but to give up even though he was worried.

After a long time, Fu Changgeng finally spoke again, probably because he felt that it was not a solution for Xue Wuxi to continue like this: "How about... let's go to the Medicine Ancestor?"

"No problem."

Xue Wuxi still closed his eyes, but his expression clearly showed that he would not allow strangers to approach him. "You can go down."

"But, Master..."

"Go down."

Fu Changgeng was unwilling in his heart, but he knew his master's temper, so he could only bow and leave in the end.

There was no one else in the room.

Xue Wuxi finally opened her silver eyes that were like a blizzard.

The beauty's eyes were as stunning as a flash of flower, making everything around her pale.

Xue Wuxi silently touched the bloody palm print on his chest, which was also the place where he was injured by the ghost pupil's palm.

That palm caused him to be seriously injured to this day.

Just as Xue Wuxi was touching his chest in a daze, a transparent figure suddenly condensed less than a foot in front of him.

The figure slowly changed from transparent to solid, and finally turned into a man, appearing in front of Xue Wuxi.

The man had a high ponytail, and his red clothes were tight shorts. He wore armor on his elbows and a layer of thin armor on his shoulders.

Xue Wuxi glanced at him coldly, his eyes were so cold that they seemed to freeze people, and his voice was equally cold: "What are you doing here?"

There was no emotional fluctuation in his tone, as if he was not surprised by the arrival of the man in front of him, but he did not show any welcome.

"Of course I came to see you."

But as soon as the voice fell, Xue Wuxi used his spiritual power to wrap his body in an ice barrier.

The cold breath emanated from him, making the air around him become bone-chillingly cold.

"Don't be like this, beauty."

Seeing the other party's attitude, Li Yuan reluctantly moved closer, "You were injured by his "Quenching God Palm". Without my help, you will not heal."

After hearing this, Xue Wuxi only said one word: "Get out."

Li Yuan said with a smile: "Why is the leader of the Sword Sect scolding people? How uncivilized."

Xue Wuxi ignored his words and said coldly: "I don't need a demon to help me."

Li Yuan laughed even more dumbly.

After a long time, he said: "Yes, I am a demon cultivator, and I am the left protector beside the Demon Lord."

"But I really like you, Wuxi. "

Xue Wuxi still uttered that word expressionlessly: "Get lost--"

The short and powerful answer made people feel cold, like a ruthless order.

Li Yuan's expression was slightly stunned for a moment, and finally he left Xue Wuxi's side and retreated five feet away.

He chuckled again and said: As for me, I was originally an undercover sent by Your Majesty to be by your side, and I was also Your Majesty's eyes planted by your side."

"I don't know why, probably because I always stare at you, observing your every move, and at the same time, I fell in love with you." "Originally,

I didn't want to have anything with you. After all, immortals and demons are on different paths. I know that there will be no good results between the two of us."

"But who made me run into you failing to pass the tribulation that night, and then I saved you from the thunder, and then I had this feeling of wanting to be with you..."

"Have you said enough?"

Xue Wuxi didn't want to pay attention to this man, but the man kept talking too much, so he finally interrupted him coldly.

"Okay. If you don't want to hear it, then I won't say it." Li Yuan was defeated.

Xue Wuxi once again fell into a state of isolation from everything.

Li Yuan stayed in the house for a while. Although the person in front of him was like an ice sculpture, he still had no intention of leaving.

The house was so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped. Not a single sound could be heard, and even the sound of breathing seemed particularly clear.

The blue aura on Xue Wuxi's body was like a candle in the wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as if it could go out at any time.

This aura should have been stable and bright, but at this moment it seemed extremely fragile, as if it was under tremendous pressure.

Finally, Li Yuan looked at the stubborn beauty in front of him and couldn't help but persuade her again: "Don't be stubborn."

"I have followed him for many years and watched him practice the "Spirit Tempering Palm" with my own eyes, so I am the most familiar with this technique."

"It's not difficult to resolve it."

But Xue Wuxi still seemed not to hear him and didn't react at all.

Li Yuan stopped persuading her.

He suddenly gathered spirit in his palm, and a spirit fire suddenly appeared in his palm.

Although the fire was not big, it contained endless spiritual energy.

The spiritual fire suddenly turned into a huge ball of light, spinning rapidly.

With a strong momentum, the flame ball of light rushed straight towards the ice barrier erected by Xue Wuxi.

With a "bang", the ball of light hit the ice layer, and the two collided. In a flash, both spiritual powers disappeared.

Before Xue Wuxi could put up a new ice barrier, Li Yuan rushed forward quickly and pressed the acupuncture points on Xue Wuxi's chest.

At that moment, all of Xue Wuxi's spiritual veins were cut off!

"This is...!"

"The "Spirit-breaking Finger" can make you temporarily lose your spiritual power. "

Li Yuan placed his palm on Xue Wuxi's bloody palm print and slowly transferred his soul to him.

Xue Wuxi wanted to resist, but the old and new injuries on his body made it impossible for him to do so.

The blizzard in his silver eyes roared non-stop. He stared at the other party's face with a murderous look and shouted coldly: "Untie!"

Li Yuan didn't listen and continued to heal Xue Wuxi.

Xue Wuxi felt that his body was slowly getting more comfortable, but he still looked at him with murderous eyes, wanting to eat Li Yuan alive.

Li Yuan had to heal Xue Wuxi's injuries as soon as possible and did not dare to delay for a moment.

Even so, the first thing Xue Wuxi did after his injury was to summon his sword "Shuanghua" and pierced Li Yuan's chest with one sword.

The sword penetrated completely, and even penetrated to the bottom, and "puffed" out from behind Li Yuan.

Blood "dripping" all over the ground, forming a pool of blood.

Although Li Yuan knew that Xue Wuxi was angry, he would inevitably take the initiative to take a blow from him in order to make him vent his anger, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel.

But it was also expected...

Li Yuan held the "Frost Flower" that was inserted into his heart with his backhand, and his palm was also scratched by the sharp sword blade, but he didn't show a trace of pain.

"I'm not trying to do anything bad to you."

Xue Wuxi thrust the sword in his hand a little harder, "You're looking for death!"

Li Yuan loosened his grip on the sword and pointed to his chest fearlessly, "Then just kill me. I just like you and can't help myself."

However, this time Xue Wuxi just glared at him and put away the sword coldly.

When the sword was pulled out of his chest, blood splashed three feet high.

As soon as the sword blade left Li Yuan's flesh and blood, the wound healed quickly. There

was only a bright red bloodstain on his chest and the clothes that were pierced by the sword.

When Xue Wuxi saw this scene, a rare flash of surprise crossed his face: "Ghost clan?"