After rebirth, I became a boss

Chapter 65 Crimson (Part [-])
December 10th...

Zheng Xiaen stood in a small pavilion outside the house, frowning slightly as he looked at the weather that dropped at the drop of a hat.

It seems that the existence of the formation has already affected the weather in G City.

"Ah, save me, save me!"

"My spiritual power, my cultivation, no, no, no, I..."

"What is this? No, my soul...I hurt so much..."

"Sister, help me..."

Two drops of blood and tears flowed from the eyes of a little boy carved in pink and jade, enduring the pain and looking at Zheng Xiaen hopefully, "Sister, it hurts so much..."

"It should be in these few days!"

Zheng Xiaen closed her eyes in pain, trying to hold back the soreness in her eyes.

Salem...

Mu Wu looked through the car window at Zheng Xiaen, who was in a trance in the pavilion, and paused for a moment with his hand next to the horn.

Why does she show such a desolate and sad expression?
What has she experienced?
"Beep~beep~"

Jung Ha-eun breaks free from painful memories.

When Zheng Xiaen looked at Mu Wu, his eyes were still slightly red.

But for some reason, seeing Mu Wu who opened the car door and got out of the car under an umbrella, her depressed heart couldn't help but become less depressed.

Zheng Xiaen slightly hooked his lips, smiled and walked towards Mu Wu.

The bean-sized rainwater suddenly dispersed when it was about to hit Zheng Xiaen's body, as if it had dripped on the ground in advance.

"Let's go!"

Zheng Xiaen opened the car door, tilted his head slightly, and said to Mu Wu, who was slightly stunned, with a slight smile.

"Mu Xiaowu, can you prepare something for me?"

Zheng Xiaen rested his arm on the car window, then rested his head on his hands, looking lazily at Mu Wu who was concentrating on driving.

"What?" Mu Wu tried to calm down and asked pretending to be calm.

But the blush on his ears betrayed his nervous and shy heart.

At this time, Mu Wu was no longer the cold-hearted Mu Wu before.

From the day he met Jung Ha Eun, Mu Wu became human.

Zheng Xiaen smiled slightly, watching Mu Wu's reaction with great interest.

No, more precisely Mu Wu's crimson ears.

"The peach wood sword, the mysterious weapon Jin Ling, and the five feathers of the colorful imperial parrot. One of each of the five colors: red, purple, blue, yellow, and white."

"There is nothing wrong with the Taomu Sword and the mysterious weapon Jin Ling, but..." Mu Wu turned the steering wheel in his hand, thought for a moment and said:
"The feathers of the colorful imperial parrot may be a little difficult."

After all, the colorful imperial parrot is a rare spiritual creature in the world of spiritual cultivation, and it may not be possible to conceive one in a hundred years, which is really rare.

Even if you are really destined to see it, you may not be able to catch it.

Because they are extremely intelligent, as soon as they sense that a spiritual practitioner is appearing, they will immediately dodge.

Rarely, they will gather all the birds in the forest to attack the spiritual practitioners.

Zheng Xiaen was taken aback when he heard this, but he forgot about their bad temper.

Zheng Xiaen casually took out an empty bottle that was intended to hold the elixir, and then turned his right hand into a sharp blade with aura, and cut a wound that was almost bone-deep on the pulp of the ring finger of his left hand.

Seeing Zheng Xiaen's actions, Mu Wu almost couldn't help stopping her self-harm.

Zheng Xiaen put the bleeding finger pulp into the mouth of the bottle and let the blood flow into the bottle.

"What are you doing?"

Mu Wu held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, trying to suppress the impulse in his heart, but his tone still showed that he was distressed by Zheng Xiaen.

"It's up to you to find the colorful imperial parrot. I don't think it's the year of the monkey."

Zheng Xiaen felt that he was almost pretending, so he calmly pulled his finger out of the bottle, took out a healing pill, crushed it and sprinkled it on the wound on his fingertip.

Mu Wu watched Zheng Xiaen's wound heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the look of pain in his eyes gradually faded away.

Mu Wu didn't feel it at all, because it was an extreme waste to directly use a healing pill for such a wound, let alone crush it and sprinkle it directly on the wound.

If people in the spiritual world see it, they will beat their chests and scream waste.

That is the healing pill, the healing pill! ! !
(End of this chapter)