Two days is not a long time.

Nanke worked hard to recharge his batteries, eating and sleeping, but when Asase Hibiki knocked on the door and told the cat demon that the cat demon had begun to have labor pains, his mind was still a mess and he couldn't cheer up.

The injury was far from healed, and the weakness caused by blood loss had not recovered at all.

"The country collapsed." Nan Ke nestled in the arms holding him and raised his head.

Her back was injured and she couldn't lie on her back. Thanks to the skirmishers who had been holding her motionless these past few days, she was able to sleep well.

The two upper lips were pressed together like an iron wire, and his face was darker than the thick thunderclouds that were about to storm over Qinglai Island. He was silent for a few seconds, without saying anything. He adjusted his posture and stood up holding her in his arms.

No one knows what will happen the moment the evil spirit appears.

The walls of the room where the black cat was kept were covered with dense talismans. Awang stood in the corner holding a bow to protect the spell. Asase Hibiki knelt down beside the futon in the center of the floor, with a candlestick beside him, lowering his head to observe the situation.

Painful gasps escaped from the throat of the black cat lying on the futon.

Seeing them entering the door, Asase Hibiki gave up a little space and handed out a sharp knife from his sleeve: "The timing will be left to you, Nanke."

"Okay." Nanke raised his hand and took it.

Now that things have happened, there is no need to hide the secret of Dendrobium Blood from the people in this room.

But after all, this was the first time he cut his wrists in front of them, so Nanke couldn't help but secretly glance at Awang's expression.

Her physique is so unusual.

What would Ah Wang think of her?

Will you be shocked? Do you feel scared?

Awang happened to be looking at Nanke too.

Her lips were bitten and turned white, and her big eyes were restless and filled with worry, as if she could not help but rush over and snatch her away from her at the next moment.

Nanke smiled reassuringly at Awang, leaned his head against the soldier's chest, and concentrated on waiting for the opportunity.

Black Cat's vitality was severely damaged in the previous battle, and he was surrounded by a group of humans at the weakest moment of giving birth. The process was not smooth.

The naked eye could see that the huge belly was twitching in pain, four claws were firmly embedded in the floor, and a small, wrinkled and wet pink head was finally expelled with difficulty.

Asase Hibiki cut the umbilical cord neatly, paused slightly when lifting the cub, looked at it one more time, and then placed it on the soft cloth prepared in advance without saying a word.

The cub lay motionless on the soft cloth.

It's a stillborn fetus.

But the black cat was still working hard to give birth, unaware of it.

Nanke put the blade of the knife gently on his wrist, ready to cut at any time.

The second one came out soon.

Still a stillbirth.

It was eerily quiet inside.

Then the third one.

As soon as there was any movement, the charms arranged around him immediately responded, glowing with a faint light red light.

"Coming!" Asase Hibiki warned, placing one hand on the floor, ready to stand up and fight at any time.

Nanke cut his wrist cleanly.

At the same time, the kitten landed on the ground, and the frighteningly rich black air burst through the young and soft body, and instantly filled the entire room.

The candlelight was extinguished directly, and Nanke's eyes were blurred. He was led back by the skirmishers, and the purple light of the thunder element that bloomed then defeated all the evil spirits that were coming violently.

wrong!

Why is there no Dendrobium officinale...

Nanke lowered his eyes in panic. There was a dazzling red on his pale and almost transparent wrist, and the blood was flowing out extremely slowly.

How can this be enough!

Nanke made a prompt decision and raised the knife again, but the blade failed to fall and was snatched away by a skirmisher.

"No more hands?!" His tone was terrifying.

"But……"

With a clang, the knife was thrown out.

Nanke looked into his eyes, clenched his fingers, and stopped talking.

The skirmisher held her forearm with a strong force that could squeeze out two drops of blood. In the black air in the room, red flowers and bones sprouted tremblingly, and the room was filled with blackness like a wild avalanche. She was howling and wailing as she was swept away. into the interior.

On the other side of the room, the pressure on Awang and Asase Hibiki, who were protecting the cat demon and fighting against the evil spirits, suddenly decreased, their lips moved quickly, and two long spells were cast in no particular order. The miko's spiritual power spread, and almost at the same time The thunder elemental force rushed away violently and attacked from both sides.

In a moment, the evil spirit was squeezed and condensed into a dark, sticky ball, suspended in mid-air.

The blood dendrobium on the ground has been completely opened, sucking in the temporarily suppressed evil spirits.

But the foundation for growth is ultimately insufficient.

The plump, bright red petals were unparalleled in color, swaying gently, and the next moment they were dyed black from the roots, and withered and drifted away.

Asase Hibiki held a secret in his hand, approached cautiously, and picked up a petal.

"The Soul has indeed been purified," Hibiki Asase confirmed, frowned, and looked at Nanke, "Thank you for your hard work."

Nanke's tense nerves relaxed and he shook his head. His eyes felt a little dizzy and he didn't speak.

"Master!" Ah Wang squatted beside the motionless cat demon and shouted, "Come over quickly and see what's wrong with its belly..."

Nanke didn't hear what was said next. He was hugged by the skirmishers and kicked the door open and went out.

"If the country collapses, what if there is still..."

"Do you know that you can't even bleed anymore?!" He stopped suddenly.

Different from A Wang's worries, the soldiers' eyes were filled with anger.

Nanke murmured and lowered his eyes: "I know what's appropriate."

The sound of inhalation from above was elongated, as if an attack was about to occur at any time.

Nanke was ready to be thrown out by him, but the skirmisher just stood still for a while, then took her back to the room to treat the wound.

On the surface, he looked very angry, but the strength of the medicine he applied was just right.

Nanke looked at the bandage wrapped around his wrist with complicated eyes, and a water glass was suddenly brought to his lips.

Nanke had no choice but to drink it.

Then his eyes were covered by a hand.

"All stupid things stop here," the chest next to his ears vibrated lowly, "Don't even think about taking another step out of this room until you are healed."

But what should she do when she goes to the toilet?

Nanke hesitated to speak.

Because the words have not yet been spoken, even the mouth is blocked.

Warm and soft, a punishing kiss.

"You think I can't cure you?" The soldier raised his face and spoke threateningly.

So domineering.

The puffy one is somehow cute.

Nanke gave up struggling and closed his eyes peacefully.

Broken bones for a hundred days.

Let's see who is more calm than who.

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