The whole body was soaked to the skin, and the winter night was extremely cold. Mr. Jiang was not a martial arts master, and he was immune to the cold and heat, so he could only find a hidden cave and light a bonfire.

The witch was still in a coma, with her long black hair covering most of her face.

Jiang Fan took off his coat and hung it on a branch to bake. He held his chin and sat opposite the witch, his eyes looking deep in thought.

After a while, Mr. Jiang stretched out his hand, but then retracted it.

After several times of this, Mr. Jiang, who had a bug in his heart, finally had the courage to gently push aside the long hair covering the witch's face.

The next moment, Jiang Fan was stunned.

At this moment, the witch opened her eyes and stared at Jiang Fan indifferently.

"Ah...hehe...hehe..." Mr. Jiang was still holding his hair in his hands, feeling embarrassed.

"See?"

The witch said expressionlessly.

"Um, ah, no, there is a branch in your hair..."

Mr. Jiang felt deeply ashamed of the level of response this time.

He quickly let down his hair and took two steps back.

The witch did not move: "Do you know what price you have to pay for seeing it?"

Jiang Fan scratched his head: "I didn't see clearly..."

The witch ignored his pale excuse: "If you see your true face, you will have no choice but to die."

Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly: "No need, it's just a look at his face, are you going to beat him to death?"

The witch stared at him: "If you use it, you must die."

Jiang Fan scratched his head helplessly: "But now, you can only be killed..."

The witch's eyes flashed slightly: "Although I am seriously injured, killing you is like killing a chicken."

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Come on, chickens are not necessarily easy to kill. My wife has not even succeeded in killing them."

"Your wife? Do you have a wife?"

The witch suddenly frowned.

"Fake, fake, just for show." The bald-mouthed Jiang Fan quickly waved his hand.

"But... your injuries are real." He shook his head and said, "Although I don't know martial arts, I am quite good at medical skills. In your current situation, I'm afraid you can only speak."

The witch's eyes narrowed and her body trembled slightly.

Jiang Fan waved his hand: "Okay, don't get angry, or you might be disabled for life."

The witch's momentum suddenly leaked: "Okay, you can kill me."

Jiang Fan smiled and said, "Um...can we discuss it? If I don't kill you, don't kill me either. Even if it's a peace, let's just let this go?"

The witch looked at him with some confusion: "You know I am employed by someone, and the person is definitely not from a good background."

"I know, so what, after all, you saved my life just now."

The witch said coldly: "So, if you don't kill me, you will only offset this life and not prevent me from continuing my mission."

Jiang Fan had a headache: "Okay, please don't settle accounts all the time, okay? This is not a business, and it's hard to settle accounts between people. Besides, what's the point of forcing me to kill you? I really can't stand you, and I beat you at every turn."

Damn it, live a good life, don’t you want to sing and dance?”

The witch was silent for a moment: "You really don't want to kill me?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "No, you haven't thought about killing me so far, and you even saved my life."

The witch slowly said: "If you don't kill me, you will regret it, because now I have a reason to kill you."

Jiang Fan thought for a moment: "I won't kill him. We'll talk about the future later. The changes are so fast, who knows what will happen in the future? Come on, drink some hot water first. It's a pity that there is nothing to eat."

Jiang Fan said, taking a small wooden box with some water and bringing it to her.

"Did you pour the rouge?" The witch was stunned for a moment.

"What's the use of keeping it? They're all running for their lives. Water is more important than that thing."

The witch couldn't move, so Jiang Fan put the small box to her mouth, "Drink it, it's just right. I tried it."

After drinking some water, the witch seemed to feel better.

Jiang Fan put down the small box and took out the silver needle from the parchment: "I got my things back. To be honest, I do know some medical skills. If you don't worry, I can treat you."

The witch stared into his eyes for a long time: "Let's do it, I can't refuse anyway."

Jiang Fan chuckled: "Don't be afraid, I'm going to hurt you now, so don't bother me."

With that said, he began to roast the silver needles with fire.

After he finished, he looked at him and said with some hesitation: "Well... I'm not very good at medical skills, I'm afraid you have to take off..."

The witch snorted: "Whatever."

Jiang Fan snorted and glanced at the other person's sideways face several times before finally tentatively reaching out his hand...

The witch seemed to really not care, and let Jiang Fan apply the needles with an expressionless expression.

After Jiang Fan closed her clothes, he turned back. He looked at him in confusion for a while and said, "You are a strange person."

"You are not a normal person either." Jiang Fan smiled and winked.

"I was born with something abnormal," the witch said calmly.

"That's right...many people may have never seen a person with cat eyes and red pupils." Jiang Fan smacked his lips.

"Because I am a monster, a natural monster." The witch's voice seemed a little cold.

"Monster?" Jiang Fan shook his head repeatedly: "Where did the monster come from? There are three of them in our hometown, and they are all famous beauties."

"Three?" The witch seemed stunned: "Have you ever seen someone like me?"

"I have seen them before. They are three biological sisters. They are all beautiful. I am their fan."

"fan?"

"Uh...it means admirer."

The witch's eyes were a little strange: "Do you admire such a monster?"

Jiang Fandao: "I have already said that they are not monsters, they are just born. Life is all different, and everyone is different. Even eggs are not exactly the same, let alone people? What's so strange about it."

The witch suddenly fell silent. She lowered her long eyelashes and wondered what she was thinking.

Jiang Fan didn't say anything. Only sparks were shining in the cave, and slight crackling sounds were occasionally heard.

After a while, the witch raised her eyelids and said, "Taihua Sword Demon Dugu, why did you provoke him?"

Dugu? Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment: "I don't know him, I've never seen him before. Is he Dugu?"

The witch was a little confused: "You really don't know me?"

Jiang Fan shook his head: "I don't know him, I just heard about such a famous person."

The witch pondered for a moment: "Dugu, the first disciple of the Demonic Sword Immortal of the Three Immortals of Taihua, the second among the younger generation of Taihua, second only to Yun Fuyao. He has become a half-step martial arts saint at a young age and has extraordinary qualifications. The most terrifying thing is that he

His character, this person entered Taoism with a magic sword, has an unruly temperament, and kills people like crazy. Looking at the world, he is also a very terrifying person."

Jiang Fan was troubled: "Looking at the meaning, he has bad intentions towards me. Could it be..."

He half raised his face and looked upward: "Are you venting your anger on that old witch Ling Yun?"

"Taihua Lingyun?" The witch frowned, "Taihua Mountain and his party, what have you done?"

"Ah..." Jiang Fan was helpless: "She bullied the person who saved me, so I went to make her lose face. I didn't expect this old witch to be so vindictive."

The witch was stunned: "What did you say?"
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