Rob mourn Niang a Jue, nine kill sword of sword spirit jump to return to his side.

"You're a good player. Who let that villain bully me?" The sword spirit grinned at Gu Bai and made a face.

Jiang Wen Qiu cold drink: "shut up."

The sword spirit didn't dare to offend him any more and turned into the sword body obediently.

Behind him, suddenly came a demon people, whispered: "demon master, there are more and more human friars coming here, I think, we'd better step back first."

Rob mourn standing under the tree, halo shine on the handsome face, some fuzzy.

"Well, see you later."

The blue figure of the lake gradually disappeared, the dark and oppressive atmosphere also dissipated, and the light enveloped all around again.

Several people have just been injured to varying degrees, so they have to sit down and take a breath first.

Gu Bai had the help of yuan yuan, and he recovered faster.

He raised his eyes and saw Liu Qingjun leaning under the tree. His green clothes were a little dirty. He didn't know what he was thinking. His beautiful eyes were drooping, looking at the fallen leaves dancing on the ground.

Hearing the footsteps, he raised his head and saw that it was Gu Bai. Then he began to smile.

"Star River."

It is the dust of the ash tree, but because he is in it, it seems to be a good landscape painting.

All the colors in the world suddenly disappeared, only the crow green on his skirt and the light in his eyes.

Gu Bai came to him, squatted on one side, pulled his belt and kneaded it silently.

"What's the matter?" Liu Qingjun is puzzled.

Gu Baihuan knee, stuffy way: "master, you are injured again."

A little meal, and a sentence: "it's because of me again."

Liu Qingjun was stunned, and then shook his head slightly. He wanted to hold him in his arms, but after looking at the bloodstained clothes on his body, he gave up.

"Don't think about it," he said

Gu Bai gave up rubbing his belt and took his hand instead, with a serious face: "I'll see your injury."

"Good."

Gu Bai is always very serious when he works. It seems that he can only see him in his black and white eyes. His long hair comes down and covers some of his sight.

Liu Qingjun can't help but see the little apprentice frown tightly: "master, you are hurt. You shouldn't try your best."

"But I can't let him take you."

Gu Bai was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "master, are you good to me just because of Shuangchen?"

Without waiting for Liu Qingjun to answer, he immediately got up and went to Xuanniao, "are you hurt?"

Xuanniao shakes his head and smiles: "don't worry, your highness. I have nothing to do."

"That's good," he said in a very serious voice. "We'll leave the ancient battlefield soon. What about you? What are you going to do? "

Xuanniao Leng Leng, immediately said: "I naturally follow your highness."

But after spending such a long time here, can he really give up all of a sudden and go to another strange environment?

Gu Bai frowned: "you should know that I and Fusheng are two people."

In the final analysis, Fusheng is a man of thousands of years ago. Although he is the reincarnation of floating life, after all, he is no longer the same person.

There is no need for Xuanniao to choose to serve him in order to comply with floating life.

The sea is wide with fish, and the sky is high with birds.

He could be.

But Xuanniao just shook his head: "for me, no matter how long it takes, your highness is your highness."

"Where your highness is going, Xuanniao is there."

Gu Bai

Shaking his head slightly, he said, "well, I respect your choice."