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Chapter 140 No, this is your flute

Maybe what Wen Hanwei said is the best way to survive for him, but this is not what he wants.

Balian folded the handkerchief carefully and solemnly and kept it.

It has nothing to do with the romantic relationship between a man and a woman, but he can feel the hard-earned friendship and goodwill from this human world.

For the corpse demon, a simple veil is too beautiful and warm, and it is not something that can be held in the hand as a matter of course.

Therefore, he must cherish and treasure it.

He looked at Wen Hanwei. In this dark and mottled world, his eyes were bright and calm: "Without dreams, why go far away? Of course Sister Wen doesn't want to tell me. She also has her own reasons. That's fine. For those who trace back too easily.

The memories I have received may not be that important to me."

Even though his body was dead and his blood was cold, he did not want to fall into silence.

Wen Hanwei looked at him quietly for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly.

"I only knew you had a gentle temperament before, but I didn't know that you were so stubborn hidden under your gentle appearance. Now, I really can't say anything to you because your life experience involves too much."

Bai Lian hummed: "It doesn't matter, the past can be recalled. For me, it is not completely fruitless, at least..."

He suddenly clenched his fist and raised it, and lightly punched Wen Hanwei on the shoulder. His smile was like sunshine breaking through the haze: "I remember now that Sister Wen is Bai Lian's best friend."

Wen Hanwei was startled. The young man in front of her looked at her with soft and obedient eyes.

She also clenched her fists in a decent manner, and punched him on the shoulder clumsily and seriously. A smile appeared on her cold face: "Well, my best friend, I will always protect you."

The rain was falling, and a light golden protective barrier had been built above the two people's heads, and not a trace of falling rain touched them.

Wen Hanwei used her sword thoughts to set up multiple barriers around Bai Lian's body three meters away.

Then he told: "You were seriously injured yesterday. Although I fed you some blood, the difference in cultivation between you and me is too big. We need to be refined before we can move. This is also my first time entering the Valley of Chaos. I don't know what lies ahead."

What kind of danger is there? You are too weak. Wait for me here and don't run around."

This voice was too weak, and it was probably the most direct words Balian had ever heard in his life.

There is no malice, but Wen Hanwei has such a straightforward temperament.

He couldn't help but smile, and he didn't insist on showing off.

Wen Hanwei stood up and was about to leave, but her sleeves suddenly tightened, but she was held back by Balian. She looked back and said, "Don't be afraid."

Balian looked at her warm red lips, her calm face seemed to be hesitant and confused.

Although today's conversation made him feel somewhat close to Wen Hanwei, there was clearly no memory, but it would not make people feel strange or alienated.

But...that kiss last night.

Obviously, it is definitely not an act of intimacy between friends.

"I'm not afraid, I'm just..." Balian hesitated.

I wanted to ask why she was like this last night, but when I met Wen Hanwei's eyes that were as gentle as jade and extremely sincere, I couldn't ask any more.

"It's nothing, I just want to tell Sister Wen that you dropped your flute." He put the white jade flute into her palm.

Wen Hanwei held the jade flute, her eyes seemed to be in a trance, and she couldn't tell what she was feeling.

It seems strange and surprising.

She said: "No, this is not my flute."

She gently turned the jade flute in a circle with her long and beautiful fingers, and then deftly stuffed it into his collar: "This is your flute."

"My... flute?" Balian was stunned.

Wen Hanwei said: "One day, you will know."

Watching her gracefully leave the barrier, the tall figure in white was quickly swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared.

Balian leaned on the side of the wild rock and began to meditate and adjust his breath with his eyes closed.

Wen Hanwei is right. There is a huge difference in spiritual practice between him and Wen Hanwei.

She had to feed him blood last night, but given his current physical condition, it was extremely difficult for him to swallow and refine it.

The corpse bead in the abdomen slowly rotated. The originally transparent corpse bead was now as bright red as a blood bead, and it carried the abundant and powerful power of blood.

Bai Lian once swallowed Jin Sheng's blood. The richness, almost every drop of blood was filled with unparalleled spiritual power, making his cold bones and blood boil and scream.

And the quality of Wen Hanwei's blood is far better than that of Jinsheng. Just the mouthful of blood last night is probably worth the spiritual power of sucking all the blood of ten Jinsheng.

Even the corpse demon as powerful and ancient as Shebi Zhi seems to be unable to bear the power of this mouthful of blood.

The surface of the corpse bead even cracked slightly, and abundant blood flowed out of it and flowed into the Dantian meridians in his body.

The blood, as light as mist, gave him a feeling of swelling and pain that was about to burst his meridians.

It is indeed not suitable to get up and move around at this moment, and the blood in the body must be refined as soon as possible.

Although Bai Lian couldn't see through Wen Hanwei's cultivation at all, but at this moment, looking at the blood and breath flowing in the corpse bead, he could be sure that Wen Hanwei had crossed the threshold between heaven and man, and it was Jin Sheng who had worked hard to cultivate all his life.

A state of overcoming tribulation that has never been reached.

After overcoming the tribulation, he becomes an immortal in the human world. If Wen Hanwei hadn't intentionally controlled the power of his immortal blood, even if the blood was drunk by the corpse demon, not only would he not be deprived of half of his spiritual power, but he would be directly purified by the blood of the immortal and become a wisp of ashes in the human world.

Balian didn't dare to treat it carelessly at all, and slowly circulated the finger-thick cyan sword energy hidden in the divine palace.

The Sword Qi Entrainment Technique, the unknown mysterious technique stored in the memory seems to have revealed a gleam of light from the dust that has been silent for hundreds of years.

Like a key, it drives the Yin-Yang Dao Fish in the Dantian to slowly and jerkily rotate.

The two forces of life and death of yin and yang intersect, and the wisp of green sword energy creates some mysterious resonance with the power of blood in the body.

Baili Anning calmed down and controlled the wisp of green energy with difficulty, so that the uncontrolled immortal blood spiritual energy in his body no longer wandered around, but was instead swallowed up by the wisp of green energy.

Gradually, the wisp of green energy no longer had any form, and gradually transformed into the outline of a green python.

It is constantly swimming and circling in the meridians in the body, driving the blood power, like mist and rain, into every corner of the body.

Swallowing the excess blood power that his body could not bear into the sword energy.

After swimming around in the body for a week, Bailian clearly felt that his body's strength had improved a lot, and the weakness from a night of coma was gone.

However, although the green python condensed out of green energy is magical, it cannot consume the full immortal blood in the corpse bead.

When the wisp of green energy grew to be three inches thick, it seemed that it had reached a certain limit and could no longer swallow the blood overflowing from the corpse bead.

However, there is no danger to Balian's body at the moment. The strength of his body has been improved. He only needs to expel the excessive blood power from his body and he will be fine.

It's just a waste to let it be lost like this.

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