Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 118 The Immortal on the Cloud (1)

Xiangsui came out in shock, and the world appeared. —— Ming Cen

Buzhou Fairy Mountain, in a cold and hidden ice cave.

The frightening whip wind echoed in Nuoda's cave along with several muffled sounds. On the ground covered with a thick layer of ice, the still-warm blood was particularly dazzling.

"Ci Jing, Ci Jing...you are mine! How dare you get so close to other female disciples?!"

In the past, in front of his disciples, the Immortal Venerable, who was as inviolable as Mu Mu Qianxue, had a distorted face, tightly holding a whip in his slender hand, and whipped the young man who had already been powerless to resist.

It was another powerful whip, and the slightly thin and whipped boy was thrown several meters away, and fell into the icy cold pool with a loud "plop".

Biting chills swept from all directions, and under this intense stimulation, the handsome young man who was originally delirious suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wow—!"

Break out of the water.

Chi Xue's eyes immediately locked on the figure that made him want to stretch his muscles and tear his flesh and blood, and between lightning and flints, his callused palms hit the man's slender neck.

I felt a suffocating dizziness, and when I suddenly came back to my senses, I was faced with this chaotic scene.

Ming Cen: "..."

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found that my dear was strangling my neck desperately, how could I break it? ? !
But before Ming Cen could react, the young man who was originally full of anger was like a fish out of water. After hitting with all his strength, he fell down without strength.

Ming Cen subconsciously wanted to help him, but he didn't expect that he couldn't support him, and both of them fell to the ground.

Of course, Ming Cen is the one below.

Being hit like a meat pad, Ming Cen felt dense pain in his chest, and couldn't help but gasped.

After tossing and tossing for a while, Ming Cen carefully placed the person half-supported and half-dragged on the ground aside.

At this time, it seemed that the soul had just merged, and Ming Cen belatedly felt the pain spreading from the bone marrow, like countless blood-eating worms eating her body.

In this cold cave, the beauty with jade skin and ice skin was sweating profusely.

After a while, the pain in his body did not subside. Ming Cen panicked and called Xiaoyi in his mind: "Xiaoyi, are you there? Xiaoyi?"

After a long time, Ming Cen heard Xiao Yi's voice: "Fairy...Duoshe..."

Then, there was no sound.

No matter how Ming Cen called it, Xiao Yi's voice never sounded in his mind.

Ming Cen: "..."

The corners of Ming Cen's pale mouth twitched, she suspected that she had been tricked by this guy again.

In the previous life, when she and Cheng Shijing held their wedding, this guy actually told her that only when the master of ceremonies said "ask the groom to kiss the bride", can he collect Cheng Shijing's Adam's apple to collect His Royal Highness's soul, otherwise he would not be able to complete the task no matter how many times he kissed in the future .

Ming Cen didn't think there was anything unacceptable at the beginning, after all, sooner or later he would kiss.

So, at the wedding scene, under the scorching gazes of all the guests, Ming Cen pressed the man's beautiful neck, raised his head and kissed his Adam's apple.

As a result, she was tossed by the man for a whole week so that she couldn't get out of bed in the morning. When she finally understood, a black cauldron had been firmly placed on her head.

It's called - loving Rong Fu is better than loving time and scenery.

It made her dare not kiss Cheng Shijing's Adam's apple again.

Thinking of this incident, Ming Cen's hands itch.

After a while, Ming Cen finally resigned to his fate and gave up calling Xiao Yi.

She could sense its existence, but it seemed that she had fallen into a deep sleep because her strength had been exhausted.

But Ming Cen has only just come here, and he really can't think of anything that can overcome a system with power comparable to that of an immortal.

Mingcen looked at the unconscious handsome young man next to him, and rubbed his temples irritably.

Things are a little bit worse now.

I don't know if it's because of Xiao Yi's deep sleep, but she still hasn't received any memory about this world or her own reincarnation, and her mind is blank.

And for some reason, my dear in this life has an extremely terrifying killing intent towards her.

Ming Cen has gone through so many lifetimes, and this is the first time he has encountered a situation where he loathes him so much. When the young man strangled his neck, that ruthless force contained an indistinctly obvious murderous intent.

Thinking of that scene, Ming Cen's little face, which had not much blood in it, became even paler. When her chest felt tight, a few bursts of fishy sweetness rose in her throat and flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Ming Cen: "..."

Oh, by the way, this body looks very unhealthy.

The surrounding low temperature had more and more influence on Ming Cen, Ming Cen moved closer to the injured boy, carefully embraced him in his arms, trying to give him the few Yu Wen.

The young man with exquisite facial features was obviously not much better than Ming Cen, his blood-stained white robe was in such a mess that it was almost impossible to see its original color, most of the whip wounds on his body were visible deep into the bone, shocking.

Ming Cen lowered his head and lightly pressed against his forehead, his hands trembling slightly, with nowhere to rest them.

In a daze, Ming Cen's peripheral vision passed by the whip that was still stained with blood not far away, and his figure suddenly froze.

When she first came here, she seemed to be holding this thing in her hand...

Ming Cen: "..."

The boy's body injury couldn't have been caused by..."she"...

Ming Cen couldn't help shivering and swallowed.

Let's find a place to treat his wound first...

"It would be great if I could go back to the Richao Pavilion..."

This blurted out words made Ming Cen startled for a moment, but before she recovered from the question "What is the Richao Pavilion", Ming Cen found that the environment around him had changed from a cold ice cave to a warm indoor …

——’s bed.

Ming Cen was so shocked that he couldn't speak. For a moment, Ming Cen thought he had returned to the upper realm.

Sensing something in the air desperately coming towards him, Ming Cen restrained himself subconsciously, and in the next second, he vomited another mouthful of blood.

"Hiss..." Mingcen took a deep breath.

After noticing the broken spiritual veins on his body, Ming Cen finally confirmed that he was in a world of cultivation.

The reincarnation has an extremely perfect sword bone, and this kind of physique can easily absorb spiritual energy naturally.

But now, the broken spirit vein obviously couldn't withstand the strong spiritual energy attraction just now, otherwise he wouldn't vomit blood.

Ming Cen placed the weak-breathing young man on the bed, got out of bed with his body aching everywhere, and went to find medicine for him.

She quickly found the medicine box and moved it in its entirety to the bedside.

Suppressing his inexplicable familiarity with the room he came to for the first time, Ming Cen opened the medicine box, took out a red bottle of ointment from it with some hesitation, and then picked up a white bottle of ointment with the other hand. bottle.

Ming Cen: "..."

It didn't say what kind of medicine it was, so she didn't know which one to use! !

Why are the alchemists here so lazy? ?
(End of this chapter)