Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

Song Yanqing originally wanted to say yes, but suddenly his eyes blurred.Mo Nanchen noticed the abnormality, and the moment Song Yanqing collapsed, he reached out and hugged him into his arms.

"What's going on." The smile on Mo Nanchen's mouth had disappeared, and he grabbed Song Yanqing's wrist to feel his pulse.

Song Yanqing withdrew her hand abruptly, and pressed her hands against Mo Nanchen's chest with a little resistance, her breath that was originally steady became more and more rapid.

When Song Yanqing fed him the antidote, Mo Nanchen's consciousness was already blurred.

He didn't want Mo Nanchen to know that there was only one antidote, the system shielded his pain, and he stood upright for a long time, so Mo Nanchen only thought he had suffered an internal injury.

Mo Nanchen's eyes dimmed, he didn't know what kind of injury Song Yanqing had suffered, he just took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom with a sullen face, poured out Xiao Huan Dan and stuffed it into Song Yanqing's mouth.

Song Yanqing originally planned to wait for Mo Nanchen to ask for Xiaohuandan after everyone left, but now that Xiaohuandan entered, he asked the system to replace it with an antidote for him.

Mo Nanchen didn't speak, just picked him up by the waist, and walked straight into another bedroom.

"Master!" Song Yanqing said in surprise.

Mo Nanchen put him on the bed, and reached out to feel his pulse.

Song Yanqing just took the antidote, and the effect of the medicine has not come up yet.He barely stayed awake, and when he saw Mo Nanchen's movements, he subconsciously withdrew his hands.

Mo Nanchen seemed to realize something, his face became even uglier, his hands stopped in mid-air, and his fingertips trembled undetectably.

He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "But I haven't taken the antidote yet."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Yanqing always felt panic in Mo Nanchen's voice.

Song Yanqing pursed her chapped lips, and said weakly, "Eat."

Mo Nanan didn't speak, but reached out to take something out of his pocket again.

He fumbled for a while and took out a delicate little box.He helped Song Yanqing up, and raised his hand to feed the pill.

Song Yanqing asked suspiciously, "This is it?"

"Great Returning Pill." Mo Nanchen said calmly, "Just this one, it's the same as your antidote."

Song Yanqing wanted to say that she had really taken the antidote, and just changed with the system.But Mo Nanchen didn't believe him. He looked at Song Yanqing's purple-black lips, squeezed his chin, and said with a sneer: "Just treat it as a supplement to protect the body of Song Yanqing. My majestic Xuanming sect can't bear to give it even a big return pill." Will Guardian Song eat it?"

Song Yanqing thought Mo Nanchen was angry, so he honestly opened his mouth to swallow the pill.But when his lips brushed Mo Nanchen's trembling fingers, he suddenly realized that Mo Nanchen was afraid.

With the pill in his mouth, he beckoned the system to put the Great Return Pill into the system warehouse, while swallowing.

Seeing him eating, Mo Nanchen's face looked better. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly turned his head and looked outside the door.

This time Song Yanqing also heard the movement outside, he propped himself up and tried to sit up, but Mo Nanchen gently pushed him down.

"Master." Song Yanqing looked at Mo Nanchen worriedly and called in a low voice.

Mo Nanchen had just killed Luo Qiuyi together with him, and Song Yanqing had a splitting headache, so Mo Nanchen must be feeling bad too.

Although taking the antidote, it is impossible to completely expel the poison in the body in such a short period of time.

According to Song Yanqing's estimate, this invincible No. [-] master in the world is now displaying at most [-]% of his skill.

Mo Nanchen wasn't worried that something would happen to him, he was just worried about leaving Song Yanqing here alone.

He mobilized his internal strength and said sarcastically: "You Fang, hide your head and show your tail, since you are here, why don't you show yourself!"

He was answered by a few wild laughs, and with a loud bang, the bedroom door shattered open.

A middle-aged man fell into the room first, and he slightly raised his head and looked at Mo Nanchen coldly with murderous eyes.

A few people followed behind him, and Song Yanqing glanced at them one by one, the Jiuhuamen sect master who had lost an arm, the monk Miaozhen who was fiddled with rosary beads, the impermanent sect master holding a long sword,

There are also five or six people with various weapons, and these people are all handsome and extraordinary men without exception.

Song Yanqing sighed, thinking that Luo Qiuyi's concubines might not all be here.

Mo Nanchen is proud and arrogant. Even if he is injured, he may not be the opponent of so many people, but this does not prevent him from looking down on these people.

He didn't even bother to look at them, he just set his eyes on the face of the middle-aged man who was the leader.

He ignored the murderous intent in the man's eyes, and said with a long voice, "Isn't this the ancestor of the blood knife? When did you learn the turtle's breathing technique, but you deceived me too. Let me think about how you were at the beginning." Why do you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, just look at my memory."

Those people originally wanted to attack directly, but now that they saw Mo Nanchen's appearance, they became suspicious.

No matter how embarrassed Mo Nanchen is now, he is still a top expert who can destroy a sect by himself.

Song Yanqing looked at the murderous man on the opposite side, and then at Mo Nanchen who was playing with his hair while launching taunting attacks frantically.

Although he knew that Mo Nanchen was putting on airs, Song Yanqing knew that today's battle was unavoidable, and Mo Nanchen's actions were nothing more than caring about his body.

If there was a real fight, Mo Nanchen could break out of the encirclement by himself.Song Yanqing couldn't do it anymore, with the ancestor of the blood knife, Song Yanqing couldn't escape from him even in his heyday.

In order to protect Song Yanqing, Mo Nanchen had previously destroyed the Blood Knife Gate, but it seemed that the Blood Knife Patriarch had somehow feigned death and escaped.

While thinking about it, Song Yanqing suddenly thought of the dungeon he saw at the sub-helm of Wuchangmen. The heavy iron chains in the middle of the dungeon, the palm prints on the wall, and Luo Qiuyi who ran there for no reason all vaguely explained something.

In the original book, Guardian Zuo was killed by the ancestor of the blood knife. Song Yanqing thought that the plot had changed because Mo Nanchen destroyed the blood knife gate in advance for him.

But in fact, the plot went round and round and returned to the right track, only the time and place have changed.

Several people on the opposite side exchanged glances, and the ancestor of Xuedao yelled and said: "The demon cult's demons have more than one death, and there should be an explanation for the lives of hundreds of people in my sect today! Heroes, help me to destroy these two people!" People, eliminate harm for the martial arts world!"

As he spoke, he waved his palm and attacked Mo Nanchen.

"Joke!" Mo Nanchen shielded Song Yanqing behind him, and stepped forward to meet him.

The head of Jiuhuamen had already seen Luo Qiuyi's body, and he was filled with grief and indignation. He stabbed at Mo Nanchen relentlessly with a sword in his left hand. The others looked at each other and rushed up.

From the moment they appeared, Song Yanqing knew that the sudden attack of the Kucha Kingdom must be a conspiracy by Luo Qiuyi.

Facts have proved that his plan was very successful. If Mo Nanchen hadn't made up his mind, Luo Qiuyi would have been able to force Mo Nanchen's vengeance to retreat today just like in the original book, relying on the various forces of his mistresses.

Mo Nanchen was originally able to suppress the ancestor of the blood knife, but now that he is injured and his internal strength is weak, he can only barely fight to a tie.

Seeing this, those people surrounded him unanimously, forcing him away from the bed.

Mo Nanchen was thinking about Song Yanqing in his heart, and the offensive in his hands became more and more urgent.

Monk Miaozhen noticed this quickly with his delicate mind. He withdrew from the battle and turned to look at the person on the bed.

The left guard, who was dressed coldly, was supporting himself and looking at him at this moment.There was no expression on his face, but the hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably.

Monk Miaozhen twirled the rosary. He looked at the crumbling swordsman, sighed softly and said, "Guardian Song, this is our grievance with Master Mo. If you don't stop me, you can go away."

Mo Nanchen couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief when he heard what Monk Miaozhen said. This monk is the most trustworthy, and he would definitely not stop if he said nothing.

The ancestor of the blood knife who was fighting with him didn't know what to think, suddenly laughed a few times and knocked Mo Nanchen back with a palm, turned around and flew towards Song Yanqing.

Monk Miaozhen threw a Buddhist bead to stop him, but the ancestor of Xuedao said loudly: "Monk, you really don't know that Qiu Yi was killed by this person!"

Monk Miaozhen hesitated for a moment, and the ancestor of Xuedao had come to Song Yanqing's side.

Song Yanqing took the Da Huan Dan when they came in.His injury is gradually improving, but it will take some time to recover his combat power.

The man who had already protected the body with blood demon was the nemesis of the Zuo protector. He broke the sword in Song Yanqing's hand with his bare hands.Song Yanqing used all her strength to dodge his palm quickly, and when she looked up, she saw the master of Jiuhua sect blocking his way with a sword.

The blood knife ancestor immediately came over and twisted his wrist, trying to control him.

Mo Nanchen has been paying attention to the situation here, he slammed the few people in front of him into the air, and the blood knife ancestor saw this and said loudly: "The monk is not stopping him yet."

Monk Miaozhen didn't move, and the beads in his hand made a slight sound.

The Blood Knife Patriarch cursed secretly, drew out the hidden weapon from his waist that was stained with poison, and directly stabbed it into Song Yanqing's body.

Song Yanqing didn't feel any pain, he only felt that his body was slowly losing strength, and the whole world seemed to stand still.

He saw Mo Nanchen took a knife with his body, and ran to him like crazy with blood all over his body.

It wasn't until a tear fell on his palm that he realized what had happened.He slowly lowered his head to look at his chest, and a strange hidden weapon penetrated his body.

Mo Nanchen hugged the person in his arms, a look of bewilderment flashed across his face.He ignored the cynical Jiuhua sect master, and he didn't care about the blood knife ancestor who was laughing wildly.

He hugged Song Yanqing tightly, took out the Little Huandan from his arms, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Yanqing ate one and vomited it out again. The effect of the Great Returning Pill was still there in his body, but the Great Returning Pill could no longer save him.

Mo Nanchen was also aware of this, he didn't feed him any more, but stepped back vigilantly with Song Yanqing in his arms.

"When you slaughtered my whole family, did you ever think about today!" Jiuhua Sect Master said with red eyes.

Mo Nanchen couldn't hear his voice, he only heard Song Yanqing whispering in his ear: "Master, you go first."

Mo Nanchen was silent for a long time and said softly: "Let's go? Without you, where else can I go."

Song Yanqing raised his head to look at Mo Nanchen with difficulty, and when he saw Mo Nanchen's expression clearly, he was in a daze for a moment.

Even if he was besieged by everyone, even if he was pierced by a sharp sword, Mo Nanchen would always have a mocking smile on his face, as if he wasn't the one who lost.But now Mo Nanchen looked extremely embarrassed, his eyes full of pride were covered with mist, but it couldn't hide the grief and despair inside.

Song Yanqing asked the system, and the system checked his body, saying that he should have died a long time ago, and now he is supported by that big return pill.

Song Yanqing asked why things developed like this, and the system told him that the protagonist died, and for the normal operation of the world, the following plots were also brought forward.

Song Yanqing rubbed Mo Nanchen's shoulder greedily, and whispered again: "Let's go."

Mo Nanchen didn't answer, but held Song Yanqing's hand tightly.

He looked at the crowd surrounding him and suddenly laughed.The person on the opposite side was taken aback by his reaction, and the head of Jiuhua Sect said coldly: "If you are still laughing when you are about to die, you must have lost your mind!"

Mo Nanchen leaned against the wall and held Song Yanqing in his arms, trembling with laughter.After a while he finally laughed enough, the sadness on his face was gone, he raised the corner of his mouth and said contemptuously: "I lost today, but I didn't lose to you, but I lost to you!" This heaven has lost to the destiny!"

Song Yanqing suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at him, the conjectures that had been suppressed in his heart surged out again.

He grabbed Mo Nanchen's sleeve vigorously, in exchange for a comforting kiss from Mo Nanchen.

"If you let me go, then I will go." Mo Nanchen tore off a piece of fabric from the blood-stained clothes, tied his and Song Yanqing's wrists tightly, looked down at Song Yanqing gently and said: "I will accompany you through this underworld Huangquan. If Yuelao doesn't connect you and me, then I will lead the red thread."

"Monk." Mo Nanchen looked up at Monk Miaozhen who had been blocking everyone, and said, "I will make good use of your compassionate heart today."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and pushed his palm, and the wind from his palm knocked over the candlestick beside the bed, and the flame lit the bed.

Monk Miaozhen saw what Mo Nanchen meant, he twirled his rosary and said, "Donor, why bother?"

The master of Jiuhuamen smiled happily, looking at the two people who were cuddling tightly together, he felt that the great revenge would be avenged.He pushed Monk Miaozhen away and laughed loudly, "I don't need him!"

The Blood Knife Patriarch originally thought of dismembering them, but when he saw that Monk Miaozhen was really angry, he stopped thinking.

The flames gradually enveloped the entire room, and those people had already retreated, only the sound of Monk Miaozhen's chanting came in continuously.

Song Yanqing felt that his life was coming to an end, so he stretched out his hand and touched the red cloth tied around their wrists, trying to fix it.

Mo Nanchen rubbed his cheek, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it won't open."

Only then did Song Yanqing nod his head reassuringly. He looked at Mo Nanchen obsessively, thinking to himself then don't forget me.

Mo Nanchen kissed his eyebrows softly, he picked up the dagger that Monk Miaozhen threw on the ground, and whispered seriously in Song Yanqing's ear: "If there is an afterlife, I will definitely protect you and never let you die." You suffer from this again."

The fat rudder leader led the team a long way, and the dancing girl on the horse looked back at the sub-rudder from time to time, wondering why the guardian and the leader hadn't come yet.

Feng Tianjiao, who was far away at the main helm, secretly took out the sword that Mo Nanchen had snatched for Song Yanqing, and pretended to play it a few times, causing the head of the punishment hall to chuckle dotingly.

The firelight shines on the sub-helm, and the monk Miaozhen knocks on the wooden fish with a compassionate face.

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