Talk to The Fox (MTL) [COMPLETED]

60. Where do you want to touch?

Ziwei took her to the back mountain. On the empty ridge, there was an independent dilapidated temple, covered by a vast expanse of white, dignified and deep.

The interior is also very simple and unpretentious, with only incense burners, water bottles, and ever-bright lamps that light and light.

"This is..." Chu Fan walked slowly, as if afraid of disturbing the silence of the party.

"My childhood residence is now Kunlun's commandment hall." Ziwei stepped forward and lit a pine cigarette without using any magic.

The censer was burning, but it was getting darker everywhere.

It looks like a temple and a Buddhist hall, but there are no stone carvings of Buddha statues. Chu Fan asked in a low voice, "Which Bodhisattva is this worshiping?"

"I don't worship my ancestors." Zi Wei shook his head and said slowly, "I worship myself."

Chu Fan was startled.

He took Chu Fan and stepped into the side bedroom. The furnishings inside were even simpler. There were several collapses. There were many books on the wall and cabinets.

Yuanhua left the body, and Chu Fan's mortal body became weaker and weaker, and sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, his limbs were stiff, only his back was hot, showing a burning sensation, alternating hot and cold, and the pain was unbearable. .

This is a rejection reaction that occurs when the secret technique is interrupted, and it becomes more serious as the sword bone grows. What is immortality? It is connected by lifelines. As long as Chu Yu does not die, she will not die either. This is immortality.

There is a kind of plant in the world called Liezi, which is parasitic on the roots and stems of other big trees.

Much like her now.

Chu Yu wanted her to be a Liezi.

Without the mandarin duck flower, without the sword bone, she was a waste of spiritual roots and died early, and her life was obtained from others, so what else could be said.

Chu Fan exhaled, "Master, I'm a little tired."

Ziwei untied the mandarin duck from her hand, and twenty-four rounds of Kongtong seal spiritual patterns appeared, slowly pushing it into the formation, the mandarin duck fell to the ground, and consciously fell asleep and grew.

"Go to sleep when you're tired." Zi Wei sighed, "It's time for you to rest, don't think about other things."

Chu Fan squatted on the ground and lowered his head, "Why does it recognize me as the master?"

She is so useless.

Chu Fan put his hands on his knees, propped his cheeks, and stroked its flower buds, "Xiao Hua, your eyes are not very good."

Yuanhua hugged her little finger with a leaf, and the pale white bud rubbed against the finger cover, like a sticky cat, poking her tail around her to keep her.

She didn't want to rest for a moment.

Ziwei stood and waited for a while, but in the end she couldn't see it anymore, she pushed away the mandarin duck, bent down and hugged her, and tucked her into the bed, "Don't force it."

After that, both parties were silent.

Ziwei was propped on top of her, her breathing was warm, her silver hair was sticking to her face like strands, Chu Fan felt hot for no reason.