fairy dust

Rao Zi let out a low hissing growl from his throat, and the puppet Lu Nianwei stopped attacking the three of them, and floated in the air beside her master, Rao Zi, and her whole body was shrouded in a dark purple demonic aura.

Feeling bad, Ling Feiming shouted to Ling Feiyan: "Quick! Last chance! Get rid of her!"

Ling Feiyan didn't dare to be negligent, and focused his attention on reciting the demon-subduing mantra to empower the sword.But the strong purple demon energy quickly wrapped around Zi and Lu Nianwei, and they were no longer visible.Ling Feiyan stabbed decisively with his sword, but both the man and the sword passed through the purple mist.Looking back in amazement, the purple demonic aura was slightly scattered, and there were no shadows of Zuo Zi and Lu Nianwei.

"What's going on?! Could it be that Raozi escaped?!" The first day of the junior high school was very surprised.

"It's not escaping." Ling Feiyan didn't relax, holding the Yanyue sword and listening to the sounds around him vigilantly, feeling the fluctuations of the evil spirit in the air.

Ling Feiming also clenched Chaofeng flute, squatted beside Nan Qing, and said cautiously: "Nan Qing is hit by the sword, Lu Nianwei must be heartbroken, and Zuo Zi must have received a huge resentment, where to hide for the second time?" This is going to be a big trouble, if Rao Zi comes again, my junior sister and I will no longer be able to fight against each other. Unless..."

First Road: "Unless what?"

Ling Feiming said: "Unless there is a backlash."

"Backlash?" On the first day of the junior high school, I saw this record in the ancient book "Strange Demon Records" collected by Wenshengyuan.It is said that any monster race with the ability to erode and manipulate the host will encounter a host that cannot be fully controlled on rare occasions. If the host's remaining soul is too strong and obsessed with it, when the monster race and its spiritual consciousness are the same, it will be in survival With the support of lust, he seized the soul with the demon, hurt its demon core, and counterattacked its power.

"Sigh." Ling Feiming sighed, and continued: "Don't even think about it, I think that Rao Zi has controlled Miss Lu's family very well, so there shouldn't be such a good thing."

On the first day of the lunar new year, he said unwillingly: "Ruozi is so cunning, what if she was backlashed by Lu Nianwei's soul, and then deliberately released all her demonic aura when this little monster was killed by Feiyan Lingzun's sword, making us think that she was the second time?" The demon turned around, and then took the opportunity to escape."

"She's gone." Ling Feiyan felt that the evil spirit in the air was gone, and retracted the Yanyue Sword into its scabbard.

Ling Feiming also temporarily breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a bitter smile: "From the day I met you, I have admired your blindly optimistic spirit." Then he beckoned: "Come on, help me support her."

"Ah? Is there any help? Wasn't she stabbed by Feiyan Lingzun's demon-subduing curse?" Seeing Ling Feiming seemed to want to rescue Nan Qing at first, although he was puzzled, he still obeyed the order.

"It's not a demon-subduing curse." Ling Feiyan put his arms around his arms and said expressionlessly, "It's just an ordinary flesh injury."

Thinking about it on the first day of junior high school is also the case. If the Yaozu fell under the curse of subjugating demons, they would have been beaten back to their original form long ago.As for Nan Qing, the clothes at the sword in the collarbone were smudged with blood, but her body still looked like a human being.

After hearing this, Ling Feiming praised and complained: "You blame Senior Sister Yan for everything, but the sword is too fast, and it's too late to close it once you strike. However, you have one thing better than Senior Sister Yan, that is, you are proficient in using Taoism. That's why this demon-subduing spell was received in time."

"Yes, if she had been under my sword just now, she would have died a long time ago." Chuyi helped Nan Qing to sit up, only to see that little demon's face was so pale that it was almost bloodless.

Ling Feiming sealed several blood acupoints around Nan Qing's wound with internal force, and took out a small bottle of Qingyao Palace's liquid medicinal juice for tonic after blood loss from the green pouch that he carried with him, and forcefully dripped it into Nan Qing's mouth.There was a sweet taste in the blood, and the purple color in the ruddy made Chu Yi frowned.Thinking back to how many strange medicines Ling Feiming poured into me two years ago, I still have lingering fears.

"Feiming Lingzun, what kind of secret medicine is this?" Seeing Nan Qing's bright red mouth as if he had just vomited blood, he couldn't help being curious.

"Jiuguo Nourishing Blood Dew." Ling Feiming compared the medicine bottle to Chuyi, and whispered mysteriously: "Blood enrichment has a miraculous effect, and it can be used after every month..."

"Senior Sister!" On the first day of the junior high school, her face flushed, she pushed the small medicine bottle away from Ling Feiming's hand, and said angrily, "I don't know if you have gone far around Zizi, but you have the intention to make a joke! Think of a way, then What do we do when we get down?"

Ling Feiming carefully put away the medicine bottle, took Nanqing from Chuyi's arms, let her lean on him, and muttered, "I learned from you, blindly optimistic. If I were so sad, I wouldn't Come again, don’t say you’re not joking, even if you make me cry, I can cry for you.”

"Feiyi is right." It was rare for Ling Feiyan to stand on Chuyi's side. She ignored Chuyi's grateful eyes and continued: "Zuozi knows our identities and goals, and the second demon turn is even worse. If we become stronger, we will definitely come to seek our lives again. The most urgent thing is to think of a countermeasure against the enemy."

After hearing this, Ling Feiming became more serious. Looking at Nanqing in his arms, he frowned and began to think.

After being hit by the sword, Nan Qing has been in a coma, but with Ling Feiming's treatment, there should be no fear of her life.She was still wearing the light-yellow blouse she wore when she saw her last night, and a few strands of brown hair fell scattered in the entanglement just now, and stuck to her cheeks due to the cold sweat left by the pain.At this time, Ling Feiming saw that although the leaf that had just flown around Zizi was caught by Chuyi, it still drew a thin mark on Nanqing's eyebrows.The scar was very shallow, so shallow that only a few drops of blood flowed out, unlike the sword wound on her collarbone, which was already wet and bright red.

Nan Qing closed her eyes, and subconsciously frowned between her brows.For some reason, Ling Feiming suddenly felt that the little face in front of her, which was stained with dust and blood in the cell, always made her feel a little distressed.Just like when she meets some injured birds in the mountains on weekdays, she can't help taking them home for treatment and care.Thinking like this, Ling Feiming didn't realize that he had already stretched out his hand, trying to ease the frown between his brows.

"Hmm..." Jiuguo Nourishing Blood Dew had an effect. Although Nan Qing groaned in pain, she was able to slowly open her eyes.It could be seen that she was a little confused by the scene in front of her.Maybe it was because he had just woken up and couldn't recall everything that happened.Or maybe, Nan Qing was very surprised that he was in Miss Tian's arms, and that person who was a disciple of Tian Yuzong seemed to be about to raise his hand to caress his cheek.

Seeing Nan Qing wake up with her eyes open, Ling Feiming raised her eyebrows and withdrew her hand, and asked softly, "You're awake."

Nan Qing nodded, not knowing how she could save her life from Ling Feiyan's sword.

Ling Feiming said again: "It's not suitable for these people to stay in the Yamen prison for a long time, and the Sunan Mansion is afraid that it will be too close to the Wutong Tower. Why don't we go out of the city and go to Bulin Mountain, which will be easier to deploy."

Ling Feiyan nodded and walked out of the cell.Just as he was about to follow out on the first day of the lunar new year, he saw Ling Feiming supporting Nanqing, so he hesitated and asked, "Then, what about her?"

Ling Feiming gave Chu Yi a white look, and said, "Of course we are going together. With such a serious injury, are you leaving here to die?"

"I didn't mean that." Chu Yiyan explained: "According to what you said, Senior Sister, you have already turned around Zi twice, so Miss Nanqing should not be in danger of her life. We are going to take refuge in Bulin Mountain now, Senior Sister, you are still talking about it." Miss Nanqing, didn't you drag her into danger again?"

Ling Feiming took Chao Fengdi to slap Chu Yi, and reprimanded: "You are too thoughtful to explain to you, so come and help me, and I will blame you for swearing at others in a hurry." .”

"Ah, ok, ok." After more than two years of getting along, the first day of junior high school also knew that Ling Feiming was a long-term thinker. Since she insisted on taking Nanqing with her, then just listen to her.So the first gang of Ling Feiming helped Nan Qing up, and carefully guarded the rear, and left the prison room with them.

Nan Qing walked with Ling Feiming, rather than saying that Ling Feiming was supporting her, it would be better to say that she was leaning on Ling Feiming's body.The feeling of exhaustion made it difficult for her to walk, but Ling Feiming's support was very reliable and firm.

"Why did you save me..." Nan Qing looked sideways, knowing that Miss Tian was a Taoist of Tian Yuzong, she was a little afraid to look at her.

"Don't talk so much now." Ling Feiming put Nan Qing's uninjured arm on his shoulder, so that Nan Qing could better borrow strength.

"Okay." Nan Qing smiled with difficulty, thanked her, and kept silent.

The four walked out of the gate of the sky prison back and forth and came to the courtyard. Ling Feiyan first flew out of the courtyard wall to check the surroundings.But seeing that everything was safe, he called other people out.Chuyi and Ling Feiming supported Nan Qing and jumped out of the courtyard.When the four of them came to the horse, they suddenly discovered an embarrassing problem.

"How to ride?" Looking at Ling Feiyan at first glance, he smiled secretly: "Otherwise, give my little black to Miss Nanqing, and I will squeeze you with Feiyan Lingzun?"

"No." Before Ling Feiyan could speak, Ling Feiming vetoed Chuyi's proposal: "Nanqing's clavicle and shoulder are injured, and she can't pull the reins. I'll ride with her, and you can ride Xiaohei yourself."

"Oh." On the first day of the lunar new year, he resentfully walked back to Wuyun's black horse, stepped on the stirrup with his left foot, and turned on the horse forcefully.Unexpectedly, after such an ordinary movement, there was a sudden sharp pain on her back, her limbs were completely uncontrollable as if she lost consciousness, and she fell off the horse with a plop.

"Feiyi?" Ling Feiming just got on the horse and held the weak Nan Qing in his arms.Hearing the muffled sound, he turned his head and saw that Chuyi was getting up from the ground, patting the dust on his clothes in embarrassment.Asked: "Are you okay? Why can't even Xiao Hei go up? Did you get hurt there?"

Chuben wanted to say that his back hurt badly just now, but when he felt it carefully, the pain on his back completely disappeared.So she waved her hands and said, "No, it's all right. Maybe it's almost dawn and the dew on the stirrups is a bit slippery." She grabbed the rein suspiciously again, but this time she got on the horse smoothly.He also felt that he might have made a fool of himself when he got on the horse too much just now, which stretched his muscles and bones.

"As long as it's okay, let's go." Ling Feiming shook the reins lightly, and the claret horse started walking steadily and galloped away.

"No, isn't it Ling Zun?" Chuyi was about to follow, but found that Ling Feiyan had been sitting on the Wuzhen stepping on the snow and staring at her, so he asked, "Is there anything wrong?"

Ling Feiyan said lightly: "I still want to ask you, is there anything wrong?"

Chuyi shook his head and said: "There is nothing wrong. Let's go, you see Feiming Lingzun has run so far."

Ling Feiyan stared at Chu Xun carefully for a while, and finally didn't ask any more questions, just said: "Let's go." He rode his horse and swung his whip away.