The cannon fodder goblin is as beautiful as a flower

Xuehu was wearing a bodyguard uniform, standing stiffly in the corner of the room, his gaze was fixed on the silent, white-faced man on the bed.

Ji Yanglan's bed was surrounded by several imperial physicians, and not far away was the emperor in a bright yellow dragon robe.

Ming You hid her figure, tugged at Xuehu's sleeve, and went out of the room first.

Xuehu looked away reluctantly, and then quietly retreated, the attendant came back and forth, no one noticed him.

This is the emperor's palace, and he can't come here once a year, so there are not many court ladies and eunuchs, but the guards who followed this time are the most numerous.

Now that the emperor is in his bedroom, naturally all the people are accompanying him. The back garden of the palace is so empty that even the sound of flowers blooming can be heard.

"You're back", Xuehu's voice was muffled, Mingyou raised his hand to give him a slap on the back of the head, this dead tiger probably cried again, but his red eye circles pierced Mingyou's eyes The heart, this slap did not hit in the end.

"How is he?"

"This morning, during breakfast, an assassin disguised himself as a court lady and wanted to assassinate the little emperor. At that time, the guards were too far away. There was Ji Yanglan, who was eating with him, and he blocked the knife for the emperor. The injury was secondary, but the blade was fed snake venom..." His voice gradually choked up, "I wasn't around at the time, when I saw him again... that's it..."

Xuehu clenched his fingers tightly, raised his head suddenly, and said firmly, "Lu'er, I have made a decision. At night, I will use my power to detoxify him and prolong his life. I can't let him die!"

Mingyou shook her head, "No, changing your fate is equivalent to disrupting the order of the human world, don't you want to live?"

Xuehu's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I just want to be with him in this life. As for the future, he will be his god, I..." He smiled bitterly, "It has nothing to do with me..."

Ming You looked at him, her heart ached like a twist, facing such a snow tiger, saying anything else would be superfluous.

He seemed to see himself 500 years ago, and he was infatuated with it, so, is there any reason to stop it?

Xuehu's back was straight and resolute, and he gradually walked away.

Ming You reached into her bosom and took out a pill.

He tossed the elixir lightly, and fixed it between his eyebrows. He made several complex handprints with his hands continuously. The light from his fingertips overlapped, creating a blue-gold halo. Gradually, the halo became more and more intense. Open your eyes, and after a while, this halo chases the elixir and surrounds it, absorbing all of it.

After all, Xuehu is a tiger demon with only 800 years of practice. He cannot detect such a complicated "wedding dress spell", nor can he decipher it.

Mingyou murmured,

As the sky gradually darkened, the imperial doctors knelt down on the ground.

"Is it really not enough?" the emperor asked.

"Your Majesty, the ministers are incompetent...maybe, they won't be able to survive tomorrow."

The emperor waved his hand, "Let's all step back."

The emperor chatted with the younger brother of this direct relative for a long time, and it was not until the eunuch urged him repeatedly that he got up and went back to his bedroom.

The empty bedroom immediately fell silent.

Xuehu walked in quietly and knelt by the bed. Ji Yanglan's face was more haggard than when he left, and he could even feel his life being pulled away from his fingers.

He slowly pressed his cheeks together, and whispered to himself, "Little Immortal, actually, I know that after you die, you will go back to heaven, but I can't bear to..."

A tear slid down the corner of the eye, slid across Ji Yanglan's cheek, and left a faint water mark, "I'm selfish, right..."

A palm stretched out in front of Xuehu, holding a dark red pill in the palm, Xuehu looked at Mingyou puzzled.

Ming You said, "This is the Bu Yuan Pill, I made it, and my pure Qi is added to it, which can help you replenish your vitality..."

Xuehu hesitated for a while, but still took it and swallowed it into his mouth.

Mingyou said softly, "Now that you have decided, let's start, I will protect the law for you." After finishing speaking, he turned and walked to the entrance of the hall.

Xuehu agreed, and kept his eyes on Mingyou's back for a long time. For some reason, he always felt that Mingyou was calm and terrifying today. He didn't even have a word of dissuasion, letting him go against the sky like this.Although Mingyou has a cold temper, Xuehu knows best that he has always shown his heart and soul to his friends, but he just doesn't like to express it.

However, Xuehu has no time to look at him now, he sits with his knees crossed, his hands forming mudras, his whole body is gradually covered by white mist, when the mist is getting thicker and thicker, a ray of golden light shoots out from the mist.

Following the flashing of this golden light, the white mist turned into a light golden color, and a colorful tiger with snow-white fur, covered in thousands of golden lights, walked out of the mist.

Ming You heard the muffled roar in his throat, turned his head and took a look, he immediately closed the temple door, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and formed a seal with his hands.

The thick and long tiger tail swayed gently, and the tiger's head rubbed against Ji Yanglan's face, probably because the tiger's whiskers were too thick, Ji Yanglan, who was in a coma, moved slightly and frowned slightly.

Xuehu spit out a silver-white demon pill from his mouth, hanging above Ji Yanglan's nose.

When the demon cultivates into a fairy body, the demon pill will be refined together with the body and soul. The reason why Mingyou is so powerful is that the soul carries half of Zhihua's mana. Otherwise, with the current demon pill that has been bent for 500 years, It is impossible to cast the wedding dress spell.

The brilliance of Xuehu's demon pill was lingering, and under the urging of the seal, strands of spiritual power separated from the demon pill and floated into Ji Yanglan's nostrils. With the effort of half a cup of tea, the bluish-white color on Ji Yanglan's face was visible to the naked eye. Faded, the sound of breathing gradually stabilized, and the lip color returned to the fresh water color.

Only then did Xuehu retract the inner alchemy, and when the golden mist dissipated, a tall and handsome human figure reappeared.

He tried it with his hand, and Ji Yanglan's cold and hard limbs felt warm, and there was a blush on his cheeks, so he let out a long sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he felt that something was wrong again. This spellcasting would take at least 300 years of cultivation, but he didn't feel any lack of energy, lack of physical strength, and lack of spiritual power. Why?

He turned around and wanted to ask Mingyou, only to find that Mingyou was leaning against the mahogany pillar, his face was pale and sweaty, as if he had just been fished out of the water, the light in his palm was dancing, it was his crimson demon pill, People have already passed out.

Xuehu turned pale with fright, quickly held him in his arms, and called out repeatedly.

After a long time, there was a sound of moaning, and then he exhaled slowly and woke up.

He first put the inner alchemy that was dim at the moment into his mouth, and then he showed an indescribable smile to Xuehu.

Xuehu frowned, "What's going on? Why did I perform the spell, but you suffered internal injuries..."

Ming You's muscles and bones seemed to be torn apart, and the pain was unbearable. He closed his eyes and tried to hold back the bits and pieces of sadness.

Xuehu shook his shoulder vigorously, his big eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets under the rage, "Tell me...is there something wrong with that medicine, tell me..."

"If you shake it again, it will really fall apart..." Mingyou opened his eyes helplessly, knowing the temper of this Lord Tiger, let alone tearing down the palace.

"I put a wedding dress spell on that elixir, silly boy, you don't have to be punished by heaven, live a good life with Ji Yanglan in this life, and in the future, practice hard, and maybe there will be a day when I meet him in the sky... Love If you don't love, don't force it, just do whatever you want..."

Xuehu's eyes were filled with tears, wishing he could strangle this self-righteous person to death, "You..." wanted to scold him loudly, but seeing his weak and embarrassed appearance, he couldn't say a single word.

Mingyou said, "Ji Yanglan won't wake up for a while, there will be an imperial doctor to take care of him, Xuehu, can you send me to a place."

Xuehu wiped away tears, "Say it."

"Send me to the 'Youming Cave'..."

When the bright moon was in the sky, Xuehu turned into its original shape, carried Mingyou on its back, raised its four claws high, and ran vigorously like the wind, drawing an elegant and smooth silver light under the moonlight.

Following Ming You's guidance, he came to a fairyland on earth that he had never been to before.

The moonlight poured down the mountains and valleys like silver, and the grass was covered with grass. A waterfall poured down from the top of the mountain. Bai Lian hit the rocks and shattered them into beads, blooming colorful rays of light.

The thick and faint fragrance of flowers is overwhelming, rich and fragrant, and thousands of stars are flying up and down among the grass, like a sea of ​​stars falling into the world.

Xuehu put Mingyou on a boulder, staring blankly at the fantastic scenery in front of him, "It's so beautiful..."

Mingyou curled up with one knee and hugged his arms. He stared at the starlight in a daze. The melancholy in his brows disappeared in an instant. He whispered to himself, "It's been 500 years... I'm finally back..."

After saying that, he flicked his fingertips, and a wisp of crimson fireworks shot up into the night sky, bursting into a shower of meteors.

Only then did Xuehu recover from the shock, "Lu'er, this is..."

"This is my home," Mingyou said with a smile.

Xuehu asked puzzledly, "Your home? You are confused, isn't your home in Bashu, Guilin? We grew up together!"

Mingyou let out a sigh-like laugh, "Xuehu, with my 500 years of cultivation, can I cast the 'wedding dress spell'?"

He ignored this question, Xuehu stared blankly, everything tonight was beyond the imagination of his extremely simple brain circuits.

Mingyou smiled and patted his head, took out the tiger whisker from his bosom and stuffed it in his hand, "Silly tiger, my story is complicated, don't think about it, if I have a chance in the future, I will tell you Listen..." If there really is a future.

At this time, a young man in a light green shirt ran quickly from the depths of the forest, drew a green shadow, and arrived in front of them in the blink of an eye.

The man was tall and extremely handsome, he didn't say a word, and looked at them silently with lake green eyes.

Ming Yo didn't say a word, and looked back at him indifferently.

After a long time, the man asked uncertainly, "You put the red flame just now..."

Tears annihilated the last trace of restraint in an instant, Mingyou sobbed softly, "Zhongrong, I... am back..."

The suspicion in his heart was finally confirmed, and Zhong Rong hugged him into his arms, feeling extremely distressed, "You bastard, you've been away for so long..." Suddenly, he felt something, and pushed him away violently, but firmly Grabbing his wrist tightly, he asked word by word, "Zhihua, this is not your illusion, where is your skin?"

Mingyou smiled wryly and shook her head, "Zhong Rong, don't ask..."

"Why, didn't you go to find that person...why did it become like this..."

Mingyou pulled out her wrist and patted the back of his hand, "Zhongrong, I'll tell you, but you have to go get some Ganoderma lucidum jelly first, and give it to my friend to take away."