Chapter 132 What does it mean to strip off your clothes?

Author: Unlucky Caffeine

Chapter 132 What does it mean to strip off your clothes?

When Jian Baisan woke up, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Her eyes were covered by something white. She stretched out her hand and brushed her sleeves away, and her eyes immediately met with more than a dozen snow-white eyeballs.

Jian Baisan was startled, turned over neatly and stood up.

Seeing her get up, the six anxious Xuexian stood up one by one, took a step, looked back at Jian Baisan, took another step, and looked back at her.

With years of experience with animals, Jian Baisan guessed that this was what she wanted to keep up.

She carefully stepped across the powder and pieces on the ground, followed them, but saw Leng Lianchi next to Master Xiukong's body.

He fell in a pool of blood with a pale face, his eyes closed, and was very close to Xiukong's bloody body, his fingers pressed against the edge of the robe, not knowing whether it was death or life.

How could a Nascent Soul Ancestor fall down so easily?

In the story Luo Xiaoyu once told her, the Nascent Soul monk's ability is enough to overturn the rivers and seas, and the mountains and lakes are flattened; but only half of the courtyard is destroyed in front of him.

If it were Jian Baisan who fought with others, maybe he could achieve this effect.

Jian Baisan suspected that he was in the illusion, so he raised his hand and pinched himself hard.

But I saw that my arms quickly turned blue, and the pain was so real.

...Isn't it in the illusion?

Jian Baisan was shocked.

If it is not an illusion, then you have to leave sooner. Leng Lianchi obviously has an enemy, and it is too dangerous for him to be a foundation-building monk here.

Jian Baisan glanced at Leng Lianchi lying in a pool of blood.

If you see an ordinary person lying on the ground injured, Jian Baisan will undoubtedly help.

But this is a person who can strangle her to death with his hand raised. The strongest man in the entire state is not her turn to come to save her, and she doesn't know how to save her.

Jian Baisan looked around and saw that the night wind was silent and there was no one around. Xu Xuexian had no intention of helping, but he surrounded her. Somehow, he looked at her with some anticipation.

...Forget it, at least move him a little and don't let the injured lie in a pool of blood all the time.

After making up some decision, Jian Baisan walked over carefully.

Leng Lianchi was much lighter than she thought. Jian Baisan raised his hands up through the slippery robe, almost throwing Leng Lianchi away.

Jian Baisan's heartbeat was accelerating, purely scared.

He carried him to the leeward wall and leaned against it, finally staying away from a sticky pool of blood on the ground. Jian Baisan immediately let go and ran towards Denglin.

Go quickly!

But the corner of the clothes was suddenly tightened.

Jian Baisan turned around and saw a smiling Xu Xuexian.

One by one, Xuexian walked up to her and blocked her way forward tightly.

Wherever Jian Baisan walked, they moved; Jian Baisan tried to rush out of the gap between them, but saw them suddenly squeezed very tightly, like an indestructible piece of tofu.

Jian Baisan picked up Shanyin and wanted to set them apart, but he could only hear the muffled sound of the hilt of the knife and the metal under their fabric. In short, they remained motionless.

The only direction that Jian Baisan can go is the direction where Leng Lianchi is located.

"What are you going to let me do?" Jian Baisan had no choice but to go back, stand next to Leng Lianchi again, staring at Xu Xuexian helplessly.

One of the quick-tempered snow fairies suddenly walked around the other one, raised their hand and took off her clothes.

A quick Xuexian walked to Leng Lianchi and made the same move towards the air in front of him.

Jian Baisan was stupid and just stared blankly.

What does it mean, why do they have to strip each other's clothes?

What does stripping clothes mean?

Ji Xuexian, who was stripping off the clothes, turned the naked upper body of the human figure and pointed at her back.

"What do you mean is that Master Leng's injury is on his back?" Jian Baisan guessed.

Xu Xian stopped moving and looked at her with a smile.

"You can't touch him?"

Xu Xuexian still smiled and nodded.

Jian Baisan held Caiyin's messaging talisman in his hand.

"I'm asking his subordinates to deal with it now, can I?"

Xu Xuexian smiled and shook her head.

...No wonder, I must drive the duck to put it on the shelves and ask her to come to save people.

"Just bandage it, right?" Jian Baisan asked tiredly.

Xuexian didn't respond anymore.

Jian Baisan pressed his eyebrows, and made a cruel decision, and shook his hands and helped Leng Lianchi up again.

It seems that if I don’t handle him well, Ji Xuexian will not let her leave at all.

If you finish, run quickly.

Jian Baisan gritted his teeth, why did this place be banned from empty space?

She kept her head down, first peeled off the cassock on him, then used spiritual power to pull his clothes and tie him down, holding his shoulders with one hand, and turning the person back cleanly with the other hand.

A faint smell of sandalwood came, and Leng Lianchi's long wet hair was slightly roughly pushed to her arm by Jian Baisan's movements to reveal the wound.

The moonlight shines down, shining on the broken walls.

On the cold lotus pond's snowy white back, there was a scarlet Guanyin statue smiling at Jian Baisan's flower.

The Guanyin statue looked extremely strange under the dim light, with half of its face covered with dense cracks, and the Guanyin statue's eyes were even bleeding and tears.

It is extremely terrifying and ominous, but it looks particularly gorgeous and seductive due to the contrast of colors, as if a red fruit on a winter branch is something that someone picks.

No one would have thought that the noble body of the little leader of Zhongqing Sect had such a tattoo on it.

Jian Baisan stretched out his hand uncontrollably and quickly withdrew it back.

The clothes on Leng Lianchi's back had long been soaked in his own blood. I don't know how long the blood had been flowing.

A quick Xuexian came over, took out a bottle of medicine from her sleeve, stuffed it into Jian Baisan's hand, interrupting her thoughts.

When I opened it, I saw two small pills inside, which smelled strangely, a bit like the bottle of pills that Jian Baisan was in the secret realm and was asked to leave by Lianzi.

Jian Baisan pinched Leng Lianchi's jaw and poured two pills into his mouth.

He took out another plaster for treating the trauma, applied a layer on his back, and wrapped it in a fine and dense manner with a bandage.

Just as he was about to pull his clothes on, Jian Baisan paused.

The bandages will get wet again by the clothes.

Jian Baisan thought about it and simply took out a brand new cotton mid-trouser from the ring, folded it, and placed it between the wet clothes and the bandage.

After completing these, Jian Baisan looked up and looked at Ji Xuexian again.

Ji Xuexian made a way for her with satisfaction.

Jian Baisan slowly leaned Leng Lianchi's wet head back against the wall, turned around and left, his heart was blank when he left.

After she returned the same way, she stood on Quandu Street again and walked for a long time. She was inspired by the dazzling light and shadow around her and then she reacted again.

She looked down at the dark red blood marks on her wheat-colored forearm and was stunned.

This was left by Leng Lianchi's hair on her arm.

I don't know if it was the effect of the Cold Lotus Pond's technique, the faint sandalwood fragrance under the bloody smell, a blood-red Guanyin statue on the cold white canvas, and... and the lower jaw pinched by his fingers when he stuffed elixirs, all of them suddenly

It appeared in Jian Baisan's mind and could not be gone.

"Oh!" Someone suddenly grabbed her arm, "Why did Daojun stand alone on the street? This expression? Whose handsome husband, good lady? In our building..."

Jian Baisan was shocked, shook the man's hand, turned around and ran all the way to the familiar kitchen - Shi Qizhen and Shi Fanhua's residence, and then his restless heartbeat gradually calmed down.

Jian Baisan: This is the function of the Leng Lianchi Pond’s exercise...

Leng Lianchi (sneer): Stop trashing the blame, it’s because you feel lustful.

We, Jian Baisan, were fascinated by the vixen (here is a metaphor) again, which is a joyful congratulation!
Chapter completed!