This unusual touch made Sang Ying immediately alert. Before the cold tail completely slipped away from her hands, Sang Ying quickly took the weird thing and pulled it out of the storage.

Throwed out of the bag.

The weak black figure made a "snap" sound after landing. Before Sang Ying and Gu Shu could see the thing clearly, it quickly hid under the chair in the corner of the wall.

This action quickly attracted the attention of Sang Ying and the others. If you can find a place to hide so quickly, this thing is obviously a brainy person, so this is not an ordinary living thing.

Realizing this, Sang Ying did not give the thing a chance to escape again. She immediately lifted the chair, and a circle of ice thorns seemed to grow from the ground, surrounding the black guy.

"Go and see what it is, you dare to get into your storage bag!" Gu Shu urged repeatedly.

Amid Gu Shu's urging, Sang Ying leaned over and looked at the little black guy trapped in the ice thorn.

It was a beautiful black snake, with each of its tiny scales shiny, as if it had been carefully polished.

The black snake was probably quite frightened and was very unstable. As soon as Sang Ying tried to get close to it, she opened her mouth wide, revealing her small, sharp fangs, and showing her fierceness and terrifyingness to Sang Ying.

But Sang Ying did not miss it's secretly using her body to block the wound on her tail.

It was a snake with a fierce and timid appearance, Sang Ying sighed.

"It was probably attracted by Duan Yuan playing the flute before, but I don't know why he got into my storage bag." Sang Ying thought for a moment, and then explained to Gu Shu.

Gu Shu said: "Then what are you going to do about it? Do you want to throw it out?"

This black snake has already developed spiritual intelligence and may be able to transform into a demon soon. If Sang Ying kills him for nothing, it would be a bit too much and would damage his merits.

I don’t know if it’s because the black snake is somewhat similar to Jiang Zhuoxue, so its fierce appearance makes Sang Ying feel a little funny: “Let me put some medicine on it and release it.”

Sang Ying didn't mean to raise it, but she still softened her heart and decided to help the little snake solve the wound on her body.

"I remember you mentioned that Duan Yuan was a practitioner of the Five Poisons. The poisonous substances in the hands of this type of monk have been fighting in the clan since he was a child. This little thing was probably because of this, so he suffered such serious injuries.

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Gu Shu said casually: "You should be careful when applying medicine to it. This kind of poison is very cautious. Don't let the good guy fail to do it, but you will be hurt by it."

Sang Ying was laughed at by Gu Shu. She was not a child, and she would still fail on a little snake?

Although the little snake has many injuries, it is still within the healing range. Sang Ying didn't have the patience to coax the other party, but just trapped it with a tough means. After sprinkling medicine in a few seconds, he fed a elixir and then directly

It threw it out of the house.

The little black snake, who thought he would definitely die, was dealt with by this passage before he was kicked out of the house.

It wandered at the back door of the inn for a moment. The slender snake letter sensed the wound for a moment before realizing that the female cultivator applied her to the wound medicine.

The black snake, who had suffered a lot of torture in Duan Yuan's hands, was stunned. It originally thought that the human race in this world was all hypocritical bad things, but wasn't it the end?

With such a strange mood, it looked at the window of Sang Ying's house from afar. After not seeing the person he wanted to see, it quietly crawled into the grass beside it and prepared to leave this human race.

City.

This time, it will definitely be more careful and will definitely not be captured by those hypocritical human races again!

The little black snake made a guarantee to himself like this, and then quickly hid his body in the grass.

On the other hand, Sang Ying had prepared his room and found Jiang Zhuoxue. His room was next to Sang Ying, and both sides were arranged to set up formations, which was double insurance.

Jiang Zhuoxue didn't understand these things, just watched Sang Ying busy alone. Her movements were very straightforward. This might be the characteristic of a sword cultivator. Even the long and complicated work of setting up the formation became quick and fast in her hands.

Organized.

With every move, I felt quite pleasing to the eye.

"Aren't you a sword cultivator?" Jiang Zhuoxue couldn't help asking while watching.

Sang Ying did not perfunctorily either: "My parents once said that learning more skills that you are interested in is not a bad thing, but I don't know that this technique may save your life at critical moments."

When my parents were together, Sang Ying might have been happy to be a monk who focused on practicing swords, but after she had no parents, she knew clearly that it was not possible to be a sword cultivator, at least for her.

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"Okay." Sang Ying stood up and clapped her hands, "I have solved your work in your room, we will stay here for a few days. After I found out about the situation outside, I will take you out of here with me.

The underworld.”

Since she has come, Sang Ying naturally wants to seek a breakthrough opportunity. If she returns to Wuji Sect, the Nascent Soul cultivation level will be easier to escape than the Golden Pill cultivation level.

After thinking about it with self-deprecating thoughts, Sang Ying quickly retreated from Jiang Zhuoxue's room.

Only the boy and the vine that was dependent on him very much. He felt that under the influence of multiple formations, the room was many times safer and more comfortable than before. He unconsciously raised his hand and touched the tender leaves of the vine.

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"She seems to be a little nice to me. Does that person named Jiang Zhuoxue care so much?" The boy endured the sourness in his heart, and his tone quickly became tougher again, "It's okay, I don't care about her anyway."

, I wish she cared more about this 'Jiang Zhuoxue'."

The boy's angry voice rang inside the house, but no one responded to his words except a vine clone who knew nothing.

On the second day, Sang Ying woke up from her cultivation as soon as the sky was dawn. The mottled spiritual energy here was really difficult to absorb. After working hard on the purification formation all night, it only filled three of Sang Ying's previous losses.

One's spiritual energy.

Fortunately, she now has many spiritual stones and many spiritual crystals. Otherwise, after the battle with Duan Yuan, there would be no trace of spiritual energy in the cyclone.

Jiang Zhuoxue is too young this year and has been seriously injured again. Sang Ying naturally doesn't have to eat, but Jiang Zhuoxue has to get energy from the food.

The food in the underworld is full of strange-colored paste. If it is a high-level monk with ability and ability, he can enjoy some delicious food from other small worlds, but there are not so precious foods in the inn.

Sang Ying went downstairs early to take a look at the menu provided by the inn, and then gave up the idea of ​​bringing rice to Jiang Zhuoxue. The guy was very picky about the color and fragrance of the food, and probably he wouldn't eat it even if he brought it.

Just as she was about to go upstairs to feed Jiang Zhuoxue a few spiritual replenishment pills, the downstairs suddenly became lively.

"Shopkeeper, waiter? Where are the people? What are the things you sell? Can this thing be eaten?"

A rough shout spread throughout the first floor, and the man who spoke slapped the table in front of him with a thumping sound.

Sang Ying didn't want to get involved in this matter, but Gu Shu really wanted to see the fun, so he begged her to stay.

However, the two of them did not expect that it was this excitement that brought them into new trouble again.


Chapter completed!