he couldn’t speak.
If he speaks at this time, a mouthful of blood will be sprayed on Ye Zhou’s snow-white clothes, and Dugu Zhuo does not want this to happen.

He didn’t know whether it was an illusion or an afterlife, and it didn’t matter as long as he can see the living Ye Zhou – even if it is only an illusion.

Dugu Zhuo slowly raised his hand.
Holding the tip of Ye Zhou’s sword, blood dripped down his palm, and the pain was as real as Ye Zhou in front of him.

The young Ye Zhou showed a look of horror, releasing his sword and jumped back a few steps, distancing himself from Dugu Zhuo.
He said in a surprised tone: “You can still grab equipment like this?”

Equipment? Player? NPC? A few words that he had never heard passed into Dugu Zhuo’s ears.
He looked at the iron sword that Ye Zhou took back, and he recognized that it was a spirit sword that could still be tempered with a single glance.

Seeing the spiritual herb at his feet, he knew that this herb could heal some simple injuries, and it could also replenish some spiritual energy in the body.

Although he couldn’t heal his meridians, it could suppress the blood qi that was churning in his body at this moment.

Dugu Zhuo decisively picked up the herb and swallowed it, absorbing the aura in the herb.

“Hey, the human race can’t directly absorb medicinal herbs.
You have to go to the city to find an alchemist to refine a pill, otherwise it will be wasted.” Ye Zhou reminded.

In an instant, the spiritual energy entered his meridians, and Dugu Zhuo’s internal injuries were temporarily suppressed.
He looked at Ye Zhou and slowly said, “I have a special physique, it doesn’t matter.”

Dugu Zhuo naturally knew that such grasses could not be taken directly, and a lot of medicinal properties would be wasted.
But since he merged with Xuan Jian, he could no longer be regarded as a human.

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While talking, Dugu Zhuo applied the blood in his palm to Ye Zhou’s iron sword.
Even if Xuan Jian was broken, the sword owner’s blood is a great nourishment to ordinary spirit weapons.
The iron sword greedily absorbed the blood containing sword qi, and the blade became sharper.

After all, it was ordinary steel, unable to withstand too much sword qi, and could not continue to contain it after only absorbing three drops of blood.
Dugu Zhuo wiped the excess blood from the sword and returned the sword to Ye Zhou.

Ye Zhou looked at him vigilantly and refused to take the sword.

“He doesn’t remember me.” Dugu Zhuo thought sadly.

The less he remembered, the more Dugu Zhuo felt that this place was real, not an illusion.

If it were a terrible illusion, Ye Zhou would definitely be as he remembered, frowning and shaking his head lightly at him, out of reach.

The corner of Dugu Zhuo’s eyes swept across the corpses of a few monsters on the ground, and he remembered the “robbing monsters” mentioned by Ye Zhou and the sound of acquiring various spirit stones, manuals, and grasses in his ears.

Could it be that Ye Zhou was not besieged by the monster, but wanted to obtain these things and actively attacked the monster?

Is the back of the Canglan Mountain range actually a secret realm where treasures can be obtained through hunting? Did Ye Zhou’s soul return to the back of the Canglan Mountain range when the Tianzhu collapsed?

Dugu Zhuo pressed down the doubts in his heard and apologized: “… Zai xia2 is Dugu Zhuo.
I did not know these were your prey, and hastily attacked.
I’m very sorry, and can only upgrade your spirit sword as compensation.”

He handed out the spirit sword again.
At the same time, he held the warm jade in the palm of his hand calmly, and sent it to Ye Zhou with the hilt.

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“Speak normally.
Either secondary disease3 or an NPC, which kind are you?” Ye Zhou continued to ask without taking the sword.

Secondary disease? NPC? Dugu Zhuo tried to analyze two completely unfamiliar words.
The second one was completely unclear, and the first one could be guessed as a disease.

Dugu Zhuo could only answer cautiously: “Zai Xia is indeed ill.”

“Admitting you’re sick.
Are you… so honest?” Ye Zhou’s face was surprised, and his vigilance gradually faded.

Seeing Ye Zhou’s eyes, Dugu Zhuo vaguely felt that he had admitted to having some kind of terrible disease.
But at this point, he had to follow along and replied: “Things can be told to others, and I have never lied.

“You must be very good in classical Chinese and literature.” Ye Zhou relaxed, taking the upgraded sword, and inadvertently touching the piece of warm jade with his fingertips.

Suddenly, the warm jade hung in the air, blooming with splendor.


re: a genre about cultivation.
Or world of cultivating to immortality.


An ye old and deferential way of saying “I”


Also translated as “middle school” or “grade 10” disease.
Someone who has the mind of a middle schooler and pretends to be cool, outstanding, or in this case, pretending to live in a real Xianxia/ancient setting

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