The moment he saw it clearly, an extremely terrifying name appeared in Changle's heart.

Shishu.

She once read in the book that the 未分未 is one of the four ferocious beasts. After being purified by Mo Lin with a magic weapon, it is locked in the East China Sea. It is the sea-keeping beast in the East China Sea.

I had a thought and realized that this was a forbidden place. If she escaped from the barrier, she could be safe. But when she rushed outside the barrier, the divine beast rushed over, and couldn't help but be shocked. What's going on?

She turned into a vine and flew up the wall. She waved her claws and easily patted her on the ground. She felt extremely painful and coughed up a mouthful of blood. She quickly rolled and avoided it. She pressed her step by step, cut off the vine with one blow, and attacked her. When her life was hanging at a thread, a touch of snow-white fell from the sky and fell to the ground.

The young master has a majestic figure, a brocade robe and gorgeous clothes, a jade-like appearance, and a worldly style. His long sword was unsheathed, soared into the air, spinning in the air, turning into a stream of light, and then the sword was swept, and the dazzling sword light rushed straight up, like a gorgeous silver dragon, slashing towards the shouwu.

Changle was amazed in his heart, what kind of heroes are there in the book of immortals to save beauty?

However, the young master was a young man after all, and was naturally incomparable to the divine beast that had lived for millions of years. He was defeated in a moment. The divine beast of the silhouette seemed to have a special liking for Changle, so he came directly towards her.

For some reason, she saw the young master pounce on him in chaos.

In an instant, countless unwilling thoughts flashed through her heart. When she thought she was about to die, a strong force rose from her body and softly caged it.

As bright as the moonlight, but gentle but not passionate, as if the arms are extremely tough, as if the barrier is standing up to the sky, but also as if a hug, as if the gentle arms are gently folded down slowly.

She felt the strength all over her body, and suddenly felt an unbearable stinging pain in her heart. She simply closed her eyes and saw a woman in peach clothes moving away from the darkness.

Is it a dream?

When I opened my eyes again, the monk had already fallen to the ground and stopped respite.

She sat on the ground, shivering when she thought of the scene just now, and her heart seemed to be blocked, and she felt extremely difficult to breathe.

The young master staggered up, his face was bloodless, but he still stretched out his hand to her: "Get up."

Changle recovered, grabbed his hand, and stood up with difficulty. Before he could stand firm, the young master covered his chest and looked painful. She hurriedly stepped forward to support him and tentatively said, "Are you injured?"

The young master pulled out his arm, looked like he "don't touch others" and said, "No obstacle."

"How can it be fine?" Changle pressed him down, and he was shocked and resisted: "Why are you so wild as a banshee? What do you want to do?"

Changle let go of him, took a sword and scratched his hand, and suddenly saw blood. He raised his hand in front of him and said, "You treat me as a national soldier, and I will repay him with a national trainer. Since you save my life, I will cure your injuries for you."

Her mother Tao Yao was the last goddess in the world. The promise was that as a descendant, she inherited the physique of her mother's goddess, and blood was a good medicine. However, Danshu and Congyun did not allow her to tell others that repaying the kindness of saving lives was the first priority, so she would break the precept first.

The young master was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Changle had already delivered his hand to his mouth. A fishy smell invaded. He hurriedly pushed her away, but found that just a few drops of blood, the wound on his body was healing quietly.

Seeing his expression surprised, Changle took the initiative to answer his doubts: "My aunt said, I am a peony flower with extraordinary talent. My blood can be used as medicine to cure all diseases."

"Peony Flower? Be careful that I will stew you into soup," the young master lowered his eyes. Although his face was pale, his face was handsome and his posture was elegant. "You can see clearly just now. What kind of treasure did the slaughter beat him?"

Thinking of the woman in pink whom she saw when she closed her eyes, Changle touched her heart and shook her head honestly: "I didn't see clearly. But when you threw me down, I saw clearly that there was a bug on your face."

The young master raised his hand to touch his face and gritted his teeth: "When will I pounce on you? Please stop insulting my reputation!"

A debate ended in a cold show.

Changle thought he was a generous monster, so he didn't care about him. He came up and looked at his wound. Perhaps it was not suitable for him. The boy took a few steps back, clenched his fists and resisted his lips, and coughed lightly, "You peony, come to celebrate someone's birthday, but killed someone's sea-keeping beast. What should you do?"

"Oh, young master, don't separate your relationship. If it's about responsibility, it must be yours," Changle spreads his hands, "Do you still want to rely on me?"

The young master floated out indifferently: "Whatever you want. I can escape."

At night, the two of them caught fire and sat around the fire. Changle held a wooden stick in one hand, fiddled in the fire, and said, "Young Master, you know water-based spells and know so well about the East China Sea. You must be the young master of the East China Sea, right?"

The warm fire reflected the surroundings and reflected his face like an exiled immortal. It seemed that she thought her words were too funny, and the young man laughed disdainfully: "Who is this young master, what do you have to do with you? Do you have any control over you?"

The fire suddenly exploded, and Changle was so scared that she was shocked. She took advantage of the situation and groaned: "What are you doing so fiercely? I'm scared."

The boy's eyes were beating flames, and he asked with interest: "Then tell me, where are you from the little monster, so noisy."

Changle was dissatisfied and retorted: "You are just noisy, your whole family is noisy! If I hadn't been afraid of being involved in the death of the divine beast, I wouldn't have followed you."

In fact, she was secretly worried. Isn’t the whole family of the Young Master of Donghai involved the entire Donghai? There are too many people who offended this. Misfortune comes from the mouth, and misfortune comes from the mouth, and sins...

He stopped talking, and for a while, Changle looked around, and a line of words "I don't feel happy if I don't find trouble" was written on his face: "Young Master, do you know where this place is? I haven't been here."

The young master glanced at her, as if he was looking at a rural woman, his posture was quite cold and mixed with a little disdain: "I will tell you the truth. I am going to Baidou Forest to find medicine. If you don't want to die, don't come with me."

"Bai Dou Forest? My aunt mentioned it to me. There are many magical medicines in it, and I want to go too," Changle was a little excited. He pulled up his sleeves very familiarly and shook them. "Young Master, look, you are defending the enemy in front and I am healing you from behind. I am going to heal you. "

In fact, it is not so beautiful that you can find good medicine and avoid the news of the wind.

The so-called real man can bend and stretch. As expected, the gods still eat soft but not hard. The boy pulled his hand back in discomfort and his eyes flew to the side: "Whatever."

Chapter completed!