webnovelvip Chapter 33 033 Dress Changing Game
Chapter 33 033 Dress Changing Game
Peng Yi was really angry at first, but this spirit fox was rescued at this moment when he was about to be caught? Didn't he become a demon for nothing?
But at this time? Bai Simu held the sword in his hand, and the appearance of blood flowing made him feel even more uncomfortable.
Peng Yi hastily withdrew his hand, retracted Miexin Sword?, took Bai Simu's hand, and quickly sealed the surrounding spiritual acupoints to stop the bleeding.
He roared almost angrily: "The Miexin Sword is a magic sword. Once it is injured, the magic energy will invade the surrounding flesh. If you don't remove the surrounding flesh, the wound will not heal at all, you? Don't know? "
Bai Simu lowered his eyes and landed on Peng Yi's hand holding him, his eyes were full of emotion? But it didn't show at all on his face.
He said softly: "It's just a hand, if it's useless? It's useless."
Peng Yi's hand holding him suddenly became stiff.
This sounded quite familiar, he just said it not long ago.
It's strange, I obviously didn't feel anything when I said it, why did it feel so ugly when I heard him say it?
Peng Yi had no words to refute, and could only say viciously: "Shut up."
As he spoke, he flipped his palms and took out the small dagger that had been with him for many years.
This dagger is extremely sharp, cutting iron like mud, as long as he moves faster, Bai Simu will not feel any pain at all, and the treatment will be over.
But, holding this hand, he was stunned for a long time? He didn't use the knife.
When I first cut the flesh, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, so why can't I do it now?
Bai Simu raised his eyes and asked softly, "What are you doing in a daze?"
Peng Yi snorted: "I just want to find the most painful and tricky angle to see you? Will you dare to take my sword next time?"
This forest has been almost destroyed by them? It can be said that it is a mess, and there is hardly a single intact tree.
The two stood in the middle of the wreckage, holding hands and looking at each other. One was handsome and handsome, and the other was cold and dusty. If it wasn't for the knife in Peng Yi's hand, this must have been a very beautiful picture.
Bai Simu waited for a long time, but he didn't see this person making a move, so he simply snatched the dagger from his hand and came by himself.
His speed was extremely fast, this wasn't a big wound originally, just in the blink of an eye, without seeing how he moved, a piece of flesh was dug out of the palm.
The palm that was already injured suddenly? Blood flowed profusely, and the deep bone wound looked very terrifying.
Peng Yi suddenly became anxious, and while frantically taking out medicine to stop the bleeding, he said, "You? Why did you dig so deep, you just need to remove the surrounding meat."
He took that hand, sprinkled the whole bottle of medicine on it, and then used spiritual power to seal the medicine in his palm, and finally took out a brocade handkerchief from nowhere, and healed the wound. Bandage it.
The movements are gentle, as if the self who got the cut flesh back then was a dummy.
Bai Simu didn't say a word, and he still let him move, and he didn't withdraw his hand until the man was satisfied.
After all this was done, Peng Yi realized something was wrong. Why was he so nervous just now? Was it just because the body this person used was his?
But if not for this reason, what is it for?
Peng Yi couldn't think of a result, because when he thought about it, he felt a headache and a pain all over his body.
He dropped the idea and looked around.
This forest is really innocent, all trees have spirits, so many trees are broken to the ground, what a sin.
Bai Simu just took a look at him and guessed what he was thinking.
He raised his uninjured left hand silently, a faint spiritual power overflowed from his palm, centered on Bai Simu, and spread out like ripples.
Soon this trace of spiritual power poured out like flowing water, gradually covering the entire forest.
The broken woods were re-grafted, dead branches and leaves flew back to the branches, and everything gradually returned to its original appearance.
The whole forest has returned to its original tranquility and vitality.
The little emperor, who had been following the news all this time, heard that the immortals were fighting outside the city, so he ordered the guards of the imperial city to rush over there with people on horseback, so as to take a closer look at what kind of scene the immortals were fighting.
Is it possible to flatten the mountain with one sword and topple the sea with one palm, so that he can see and see.
However, the guards of the imperial city chased them all the way to the depths of the forest, and they never saw anyone fighting here, not to mention fighting, not even a trace of walking.
But the emperor's order cannot be disobeyed, so everyone had no choice but to chase all the way in.
But at this time, the fairy who had finished the fight had already returned to the small farmyard.
Peng Yi was wiping the Miexin Sword. This sword was bloodthirsty, and all the blood in Bai Simu's palm was sucked by him.
While wiping, he said slightly angrily: "Even you? The master's hand? You? Can't recognize it? What are you doing with your intelligence?"
The blade of the sword shook and buzzed, as if protesting against Peng Yi's words.
Peng Yi flicked the blade of the sword with his fingers: "I think what I said is wrong, don't you? It's not my hand that you chopped off?"
The sword only responded to the words just now, and then began to pretend to be dead. It was still up to Peng Yi to say, it didn’t move?
After finishing wiping the sword, Peng Yi tapped the blade with his fingertips, mockingly said: "Exhale!"
Mie Xin Jian was still standing like a corpse, lying motionless in his palm.
Bai Simu came in from the door.
The original black clothes had been replaced by a white shirt because it was stained with blood.
This person is very obsessed with white clothes, from the inner shirt to the outer shirt, there is no other color, just white.
Peng Yi has never worn white clothes since she was a child.
When he was a child, he was a skin king. He went up and down the mountains, in lakes and ditches, and ran around in the magic palace. Rejected by mother, let alone white.
Secondly, he always felt that, as the son of the devil, he could not show his identity without wearing black. No matter how you look at it, white didn't look like the color he should control.
This idea has been deeply rooted in his heart since he was a child, so that he has never worn white clothes for so many years.
Even the close-fitting underwear is dark.
Moreover, this impression caused him to subconsciously dislike seeing people in white clothes over the years.
But, for some reason, at this time? Seeing Bai Simu in white clothes, he didn't find it strange or awkward at all.
It seemed that this person was born suitable for this kind of attire. No matter what he changed into, his cold and dusty temperament remained the same.
Peng Yi kept staring at him, as if seeing this man for the first time.
Bai Simu looked down at himself, wondering: "What are you looking at?"
He felt that there was nothing wrong with the clothes, and he didn't understand why Peng Yi's scrutinizing gaze came from this.
Peng Yi put away his sword, walked around Bai Simu, and said strangely: "I thought it would be most suitable for me to wear black clothes, but after seeing you? I just realized that it turns out that white clothes have a special flavor. , you? If you go to my magic palace with this appearance, you will probably be interrogated."
After all, it was a million miles away from the original miserly breath.
It's not sure who faked it.
Simu Bai: "Is it wrong? Then I will change it."
Peng Yi hurriedly grabbed his arm: "No, no, no need to change it, this is just right, it looks good, I am very confident in my appearance."
Bai Simi: ...
The two gagged for a long time, and finally got into the theme.
Peng Yi lifted up his sleeves and looked at the purple-black left arm. The toxin was sealed on the shoulder. The whole arm was affected by the animal poison. It was a little stiff when moving. There was not much difference between whether the hand was present or not.
He set his eyes on Bai Simu's right hand again, which was wrapped in a piece of silk, because the wound was too deep, it was inconvenient to move, almost useless.
Peng Yi crossed his legs and said, "We? Now? One has a crippled arm, one crippled hand, and two crippled people. How can we recover this debt?"
Bai Simu raised his hand, the wound on it was no longer bleeding due to the spiritual power, but the meat that was dug out was a real? real? pain that could be felt.
His eyes were getting darker. Although his appearance was no different from the usual one, his whole body was chilly, obviously he was angry.
"Go to southern Xinjiang."
Peng Yi didn't think it was too big to watch the excitement, so he smiled and said: "The Yaozu has always been at odds with the Immortal Palace, and the southern border is the territory of the Yaozu. Although you and I have good strength, the internal terrain of the Yaozu is complicated. , There are countless formations, even if I break in like this, I can't guarantee that I can escape completely."
Bai Simu looked up at him: "Then you? Are you afraid?"
Peng Yi raised his eyebrows and asked disdainfully, "Who are you insulting?"
Seeing Peng Yi like this, Bai Simu seemed to have light in his eyes.
This person always looks like this at all times, he is not afraid of heaven and earth, even if he suffers hardships and falls into trouble, he still does not change, as if he really doesn't know what fear is.
Peng Yi stood up, looked at the white clothes on his body, felt that the clothes didn't suit him too well, so he tore off the coat casually, beckoned, and took out a black coat with gold thread trimming.
The sleeves of this outer robe are wide, and the edge of the sleeves is covered with intricate golden patterns, every stitch and every thread reveals an indescribable nobility.
He even raised his hand to remove the jade crown tied on his head, tied up all the loose black hair, and tied a high ponytail behind his head.
The black hairband fluttered with the wind, and the whole demeanor suddenly changed, revealing a kind of unspeakable evil.
"I don't like to wear white clothes, but this suits me."
After Peng Yi changed her attire, she even raised her hand to transform into a mirror of her height, taking a picture of herself.
"Bai Mumu, you? Don't you think this outfit looks better? The white clothes will get dirty if they are stained with blood."
Bai Simu also looked a little dazed, probably he had never seen himself like this before.
Although the two of them exchanged bodies, the aura in their bones could not be changed just by just looking at it, just like he could never learn the power of freedom in Peng Yi, who was unrestrained and didn't care about anything.
It seems like a burden is on his shoulders all the time? Even if he changes his identity, he still can't learn to be so casual.
So... He has always been envious of this man.
Peng Yi looked at the mirror again and again, feeling quite satisfied.
Bai Simu's skin is really one in a million. No matter what he wears, he is very eye-catching and handsome. Even if he is dressed in black, he can't hide his elegance, but it makes him feel a little itchy.
It would be great if this appearance was really on Bai Simu. Such a dusty temperament, coupled with this evil and gorgeous clothes, will definitely make people unable to take their eyes off.
Just thinking about it made him feel emotional, and he even wanted to... touch her.
As soon as this idea came out, Peng Yi was stunned.
Wait, what was he thinking just now?Touch who?
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Peng Yi: I think something is wrong with me.
It was too cold the day before yesterday, and the water pipes upstairs froze. When carrying water from downstairs, I hurt my waist and delayed the update.
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