lure way

In the magnificent demon king's dormitory, Ling Mochen lay peacefully on the spacious carved soul-soothing couch, his brows stretched out, and his sleeping face was peaceful.

The soul-soothing couch is built of thousand-year-old spirit wood.The millennium spirit tree germinates once every ten years, blooms once every hundred years, and grows ten feet high only after a thousand years. It has a powerful analgesic effect.That's why Ling Mochen didn't feel the slightest pain, even though his body was covered with cuts and bruises.

Gong Loujue fed Ling Mochen a box of panacea that she had treasured for many years without any money, which restrained the deterioration of the wound, and even some abrasions were slowly healing.

He carefully cut off Ling Mochen's clothes with scissors, cleaned his wound, applied the best wound medicine, and wrapped it around with clean white gauze.He did it himself and didn't allow anyone to help, even Dieyi was pushed out of the door by him to guard.

After finally treating the wound on his upper body, Gong Loujue took several deep breaths, wishing to bear all the pain for him.

After calming down, he began to deal with the wound on Ling Mochen's leg. With trembling hands, he gently lifted the hem of the clothes sticky with blood. At this moment, all his composure collapsed. Gong Loujue let out a roar of complete collapse, unable to believe it Everything I saw before my eyes.

Ling Mochen's slender legs were criss-crossed with blood, and there were two sunken blood pits on his knees. It was obvious that the patella had been dug out, and the blood was bloody, shocking!

Die Yi broke into the door upon hearing the sound, and saw Gong Loujue clenched her fists, choking faintly. After realizing Ling Mochen's miserable state, she covered her mouth in shock.

"Heng Zhi..." Gong Loujue's eyes turned red, and he remembered why Ling Mochen, who refused to give in, would commit suicide. If it was just because he was deceived by himself, Ling Mochen would not be so easy to give up on himself. Only when you are completely hopeless do you want to kill yourself.

"Hengzhi, wait for me, there must be a way! There must be a way!"

Gong Loujue looked panicked, fearing that something might happen to Ling Mochen, he set up a barrier, and ordered Die Yi to say: "Look carefully at Heng Zhi, if something goes wrong, I'm the only one to ask you!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, the subordinates must do their best to look after the master."

Gong Loujue left in a hurry and rushed thousands of miles to the Demon Realm, but scared the demon soldiers cleaning up the battlefield enough. He grabbed a demon soldier casually and asked, "Did you see the two patellas?"

The demon soldier who had witnessed Gong Loujue's murderous appearance with his own eyes was frightened and stuttered, and begged for mercy: "Demon... the demon king, please spare me, little...you have never seen this little one before."

Gong Loujue shook off the demon soldier, and asked anxiously, "Which one of you has seen it?"

All the demon soldiers shook their heads, fearing that they would not be able to avoid it, and hid far away.

It seems that I can only find it myself.Gong Loujue knelt down on the ground regardless of his dignity, carefully discerning Ling Mochen's blood energy, and rummaged through the huge Lan Demon Field.A messy ground was covered with iron fragments and gravel, and the sharp broken blade pierced into the flesh, quickly drawing blood on Gong Loujue's hands and feet.

At the same time, Bailing Mountain has fallen into chaos. Ling Mochen, Gong Loujue, and Shen Xi are nowhere to be found. Yun Chuxiao is inexplicably comatose and has a high fever. Overnight, only Shen Yanran was left to assist the head of the sect, Wenxu.

It is true that one wave of ups and downs comes up again, the matter of the Mu clan has not yet been resolved, but his own disciples have accidents one after another, Wenxu seems to have changed a little bit, and the "spirituality seeking technique" was unsuccessful all night, he looked tired, and came To "Baicao Cottage".

Baicaolu is rich in natural spiritual power, with a quiet environment and good ventilation. It is a place for disciples who are sick in Bailing Mountain to recuperate.In one of the rooms, several disciples were taking care of Yun Chuxiao.

Wen Xu stepped in, several disciples saluted respectfully, Wen Xu waved his hand to signal them to excuse them, and asked, "How is Chu Xiao?"

One of the disciples said: "Returning to Master, he has been in a coma and has a high fever. We put cryolite on his forehead, but it has no effect at all."

Wenxu frowned, "Go down and rest."

"Yes, Master."

After everyone retreated, Wenxu sat next to Yun Chuxiao and reached out to touch his forehead. The high body temperature under his palm made him worried.

No one knows better than him why Yun Chuxiao has such symptoms. Some unspeakable secrets have been buried in the mire of time for 16 years, and they are beginning to emerge.

"Knock Knock" The door was knocked by someone, but the visitor didn't make a sound, he asked Xu who he knew who he was, and said: "Murong, come in."

Murong Xuan slowly pushed open the door, his pale complexion and sloppy footsteps indicated his physical weakness, as for the "cause" no one knew better than Wenxu.

Murong Xuan stopped three steps away from Wenxu, didn't salute or say anything, just quietly looked at the master in front of him who was so kind to him, with a lump in his throat.

He still remembers the terrible plague when he was a child. The whole village was shrouded in the breath of death. The villagers and neighbors fell one by one, and no one dared to treat them. The young him was anxious and fearful all day long.

Finally one day, his parents were also infected, and he watched them die slowly in front of him, but he could do nothing.Soon, his body also showed symptoms of plague, dry mouth, splitting headache, unbearable abdominal pain, red plaques broke out in many places on the skin, palms began to rot, and even the handsome face that was often praised by the villagers was covered. Full of dark red spots.

Perhaps it was destined by God, or maybe Wenxu had been waiting for this moment long ago, he walked slowly in front of the child, the little Murongxu raised his immature face, a snow-white figure was reflected in his timid eyes, his face With a smile, he stretched out his right hand to the child and said cordially:

"Poor child, call Master, I will take you away for Master."

"But I will infect you, aren't you afraid?"

Little Murong shrank, the corners of her eyes still had obvious tear stains after losing her parents.

"A kind child..." Wen Xu looked at Murong Xuan with eyes full of pity, "Don't be afraid, I will save you and help you bury your parents."

"Master...Master." Little Murong called out in a low voice.

"Good boy, I will take you out of here as a teacher." Wenxu didn't dislike his pus-covered body at all, and carried him all the way into Bailing Mountain. The other young disciples were frightened when they saw his freckled face. Screaming and running around, thinking that Master carried a scary monster into the mountain.

Only Yun Chuxiao, who was the youngest, came to him boldly, stretched out her chubby little hands and rubbed his face clumsily, with a pair of clear and bright grape eyes, and said to him in a childlike voice, "Knead it and just rub it." It doesn't hurt anymore, just rub it and it will be fine."

Wenxu didn't stop Yun Chuxiao from approaching him, and gave Yun Chuxiao a Bailing Pill to eat as candy, and then let him go.

Under Wenxu's treatment, Murong Xuan got better day by day.However, the other little disciples are still afraid of him, and even hate him for bullying him. Only Yun Chuxiao is always by his side. He is obviously shorter and younger than him, but he always acts as the little big brother to protect him, and will bully him. The younger disciples all ran away.

Since then, Murong Yu's world has revolved around Yun Chuxiao. She painstakingly practiced the art of weapon refinement and tailor-made exquisite weapons for him, which is enough to admire others.

Murong Xuan was immersed in the memories of the past alone.Unexpectedly, the sweeter the memory, the bitterer the reality. His body was buried with the "Yin Yang Reincarnation Pill" 13 years ago, and this person is most likely his master——Wenxu.