The villain of quick wear

Chapter 651

Song Qingshan said in a deep voice, "Huayu, calm down."

Wen Huayu remembers whether to eat or not to fight, but Song Qingshan clearly remembers the horror of Huangquan Guihua, plus he has been injured repeatedly before, and the injuries are added, now entering the Huangquan Guihua valley, it is almost like looking for death.

Wen Huayu didn't listen, and clamored to enter Huangquan Ghost Flower Valley now, "No, Master, go in, go in, go in now!"

Song Qingshan coaxed Wen Huayu patiently, "Huayu, be obedient, don't be in a hurry, you can't do it now, wait for me to recover, I will..."

"Master, you are bad, you are bad."

Aggrieved and sad, Wen Huayu slapped Song Qingshan backhand.

Wen Huayu's slap was like thunder, and with all her strength, Song Qingshan's cheek was swollen, Song Qingshan's teeth were blown away, scarlet blood splattered everywhere.

Song Qingshan didn't care about Wen Huayu, and grabbed Wen Huayu's wrist distressedly, "Huayu, don't make trouble, have you forgotten the horror of Huangquan ghost flower?"

A word awakened the dreamer, Wen Huayu was stunned, and her body trembled, "But, Master, that is the ghost flower of Huangquan. The ghost flower of Huangquan is right in front, and it seems that you can get it with your hand."

Song Qingshan rubbed Wen Huayu's head, "We've come to the valley, it's not too late, don't worry, wait for Master to recover a bit, there must be a safe way to take you to pick Huangquan ghost flowers."

Wen Huayu took two deep breaths, and said softly, "Master, I will give you ten days. After ten days, you must go to the valley to pick Huangquan ghost flowers."

Song Qingshan was relieved and distressed by Wen Huayu's obedience and tolerance, feeling like "my child has grown up".

Wen Huayu sat down nearby, waiting for the ten long days to pass.

Song Qingshan grasped the time tightly, ten days, for him, was a snap of the fingers.

Song Qingshan didn't want Wen Huayu to be disappointed and sad. In the past ten days, he felt anxious and couldn't help speeding up the speed of healing, so that Song Qingshan had many hidden wounds in his body, which even endangered his cultivation and life.

When the ten days came, Wen Huayu couldn't wait to call Song Qingshan.

Song Qingshan opened his eyes, and the exhaustion and powerlessness that couldn't be hidden flowed in his eyes.

"Master, are you alright?"

"I......."

"Master's magic power is boundless. It doesn't matter whether the injury is healed or not. I will definitely be able to pick the ghost flowers of Huangquan easily."

Wen Huayu jumped up and down, grabbed Song Qingshan and walked into Huangquan Ghost Flower Valley.

Song Qingshan kept adjusting his breathing while walking, seizing every minute and every second to heal his injuries.

In the Huangquan ghost flower valley, there were yellow spring ghost flowers blooming all over the ground. Wen Huayu was overjoyed, pushed Song Qingshan, and said happily, "Master, hurry up and pick the Huangquan ghost flowers, so that my spiritual wound can be healed. "

Song Qingshan staggered, "Huayu, don't worry, you..."

"Master, do you not like me anymore?" In Wen Huayu's bright autumn eyes, crystal tears rolled in his eyes, and his expression was aggrieved, "Master, you always tell me not to worry, don't worry, it's not me, it's me. My soul injury can't wait. Master, for me, you go to pick a Huangquan ghost flower early, okay?"

Wen Huayu's time is running out, because the pain of the soul is about to attack.

After suffering 30 years of spiritual pain, Wen Huayu didn't want to suffer any more.

Song Qingshan looked at the aggrieved Wen Huayu, gritted his teeth and became ruthless, and promised Wen Huayu that he would pick a Huangquan ghost flower for her now.

Wen Huayu slowly raised the corners of her lips, "Thank you, Master, you are the best, Master, Huayu likes Master the most."

Song Qingshan left Wen Huayu near the mouth of the valley, and stepped into the dangerous place alone.

Sure enough, Song Qingshan stepped on the ghost flower of Huangquan with one foot, and tens of thousands of vines came from all directions.

(End of this chapter)