Chapter 557 Dust Snow (3)
"God, you can see through things like seeing through fire." Fu Xuan looked down and said, "But God, you've touched my wound, it hurts a little."
"Oh, it won't hurt to death." Qing Yun frowned slightly, poked forward again before retracting the flute. After glancing at him, he walked away with his hands behind his back.
Fu Xuan hissed softly and followed her, "God, where are you going? Can I follow you?"
"It's up to you." Qing Yun didn't look back, but took a step forward and threw a word at him.
Fu Xuan dragged his half-dead body to catch up with her. The half-human-high ice flowers reflected crystal light in the sunlight. Wherever she passed, the ice flowers gradually bloomed.
He also wanted to fly like her, but found that he couldn't fly because it was a no-fly zone here. Helplessly, he could only reluctantly keep up.
When he looked up again, Qingyun, who was not far away, was nowhere to be seen. Fuxuan continued to walk along the scent she left behind.
When I saw her again, she was squatting in a field of spiritual herbs picking them. Unlike those plants that were transformed by divine power, these spiritual herbs were of different colors that grew out of ice and snow, and the aroma of the plants became more fragrant after being refined by ice and snow.
Fu Xuan watched her movements and asked, "God, do you need my help?"
"No need. He doesn't like it if it's contaminated by other scents." She had originally planned to go back, but after picking him up, her return to Jiuzhou would be delayed.
The little girl is probably waiting for her eagerly.
"Him?" Fu Xuan caught the word from her mouth.
Qing Yun did not respond.
Fu Xuan also tactfully stopped asking questions and looked at the spiritual medicines around him.
Most of them are used to increase one's essence and expand one's spiritual intelligence, and the rest are used to refine medicines for injuries.
Seeing Qing Yun ignoring him, Fu Xuan squatted down and examined the elixir in front of him. It also had a breath of life. He glanced at Qing Yun again, and after a while, he stopped his subconscious habit of digging deeper.
After squatting for a while, Fu Xuan lay down, sniffing the scent of flowers and plants in the ice and snow, looking at the swaying sunlight, and relaxed his mind.
He hadn't felt so relaxed for a long time. The relationships among the immortals and gods in Kunshan Immortal Realm were complicated and the forces were intertwined. He and his master had been planning this for tens of millions of years, but he never expected that Nan Huai had evil intentions, which led to the accident.
But it's not too bad. It's better for Nan Huai to show his abnormality now than to disrupt the situation after the overall situation is settled in the future.
Since he is not destined to die, he can only be the ruler of Kunshan Fairyland.
Just as he was thinking, a handful of snow fell down. Fu Xuan turned his head and the snow fell on the side of his face. Then, a clear voice was heard.
"Leave."
"God, can you take me with you when you fly?" Fu Xuan sat up, rolled the snow into a ball, and used his magical power to carve it into a little man without facial features, but with the same clothes as he was wearing.
Fu Xuan didn't hear her response, but he started moving by wiping the ground, and the hem of his clothes would occasionally sweep up some raised snow.
When his knee hit the ice and felt pain, Fu Xuan fell silent for a moment.
Qing Yun glanced back and met his helpless eyes.
She raised her hand slightly, and Fu Xuan felt himself rise a little.
Returning to the open space in front of the temple, Fu Xuan felt the divine power falling on him disappear, and he steadied himself before landing.
Several spiritual herbs were brought to him by an ice-blue divine power.
Fu Xuan stretched out his hand, and the elixir fell into his hand. He was slightly stunned, "Is it for me?"
Qing Yun nodded slightly and returned to the temple.
Fu Xuan looked at her back and felt that although she looked cold and rude, she was actually quite soft-hearted.
After returning, he meditated for nearly a month. There were only five days left in the two-month period. Fu Xuan left the temple again. When he went out, he saw Qing Yun sitting cross-legged on a huge ice lotus, with an uncivilized white spirit rabbit floating in front of him.
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