Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Zhou Gan's words splashed into the oil pan like a drop of water, turning up pieces of boiling oil in an instant.

The people watching under the stage all cheered.

Some people raised their hands in applause, some people turned their eyes red with excitement, and some turned their heads away in disbelief.

Nan Heng looked at the two elders of Guchen Pavilion, and drew out two cold and fierce daggers from the dusty ancient box, the blood coagulated from the fingertips little by little.

Yazi tangles the handle, and the blade flies frost.

He recognized that those were the two swords of Ji Ling, the magic weapon of Fan Luo, the first head of Guchen Pavilion, and the spiritual light lingered on the blade of the sword, even after thousands of years, it was still as sharp as ever.

Xiao Tingxun was restrained by the immortal rope, and two high-ranking disciples of Guchen Pavilion pressed his shoulders on one left and one on the right, both of them were vigilant.

"It's time, let's do it!"

Standing with his hands behind his back, Zhou Gan stepped up and down from the ornately decorated high seat of the Duan Evil Terrace, with a pair of half-closed eyes, hiding a frightening light.

The two disciples who restrained Xiao Tingxun pushed him down hard, trying to make him kneel on the stage.

However, no matter how hard they tried, it was of no avail. Xiao Tingxun stood there in awe, motionless.

After a moment of stalemate, Zhou Gan finally got impatient: "Trash!"

He waved those two disciples away, filled his palm with spiritual power, and patted Xiao Tingxun's shoulder, but it was still useless. The thin back was like a green pine, standing proudly under the cold wind, frost and snow.

"It's already this time, why are you so stubborn!" Zhou Gan gritted his teeth bitterly.

If it weren't for the crowd of onlookers, he really wanted to kick Xiao Tingxun's knee.

"Master Zhou, if you want to commit a crime, I will not admit it." Xiao Tingxun's voice was calm, but every word seemed to be wrapped in frost and snow, piercing Zhou Qian's body.

Zhou Gan was filled with hatred, he transferred all his spiritual power, transported it in his palm, and pressed it firmly on Xiao Tingxun's body.

He gritted his teeth tightly, beads of sweat rolled down from the corner of his forehead, before he was able to push Xiao Tingxun down on one knee.

"Go away!"

Nan Heng jumped onto the high platform suddenly, he wanted to push Zhou Gan away, but his hand passed through Zhou Gan's body.

Immediately afterwards, the two elders with Jiling in their hands walked over at a leisurely pace, and the sword's edge surged, piercing towards Xiao Tingxun's left and right shoulder blades.

"stop!"

Nan Heng threw himself on Xiao Tingxun's body, and he shouted hoarsely: "Stop! Are you blind? The Demon Lord is me! I'm right here! If you want to kill or slice, come at me!"

However, no one paid attention to him, and no one heard him. The two silent daggers howled, pierced through Xiao Tingxun's shoulder blades, and blood splashed everywhere. Nan Heng tremblingly embraced the person in his arms, although he He couldn't hold anything, although he felt that he had clearly heard the sound of the broken spirit core.

But he suddenly remembered something, this is an illusion, an illusion created by the mirror demon, it is not real!

He lowered his head and bit his wrist fiercely, it was very painful, glaring blood dripped out, and when he raised his head again, he was surrounded by a crowd of shouting people, faces occupied by excitement, bloodthirsty, jealousy, and hatred .Xiao Tingxun was still kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, a pool of bright red blood in front of him, and the two daggers were still stuck on his shoulder blades.

He didn't wake up, everything went on.

No, this is not right!

Nan Hengfu bit down on his wrist again, grinding the flesh with his teeth, dripping blood from the wound, and the pain came wave after wave. The pain was real, but he couldn't wake up.

"Drag him off!"

Zhou Qian's eyebrows and eyes were full of spirits. He stood on the platform of breaking evil, as if he was the master of this world.

Then there were two disciples whose clothes were splashed with blood, one on the left and one on the right, pulled Xiao Tingxun up, and dragged him down the stage.

"stop!"

"Don't move him!"

"All of you are not allowed to touch him!"

Nan Heng staggered up and ran after him, his voice was hoarse, his throat seemed to be torn apart, he wanted to catch those two people, but he couldn't do anything.

He watched helplessly as the two dragged Xiao Tingxun away and threw him into the crowd below the stage. He saw the distorted expressions on the faces of the crowd watching, facing the cripple who fell to the ground and was unable to get up again. Pointing, spitting, kicking, and having fun again.

So what about the high-ranking immortals, who fell to this point in a blink of an eye, inferior to them, even inferior to beggars begging on the street.

Nan Heng almost stumbled and ran over. He threw himself on Xiao Tingxun's body, and those people's fists and feet passed through his body, like a torrential rain, still falling on Xiao Tingxun's shoulders, back, legs, and whole body.

He called the system loudly, with warm tears rolling down his face, but there was no response from the system.

Huge fear surrounded him, he couldn't touch Xiao Tingxun, but he clearly felt that the spiritual power of the person under his protection dissipated, the blood flowed away little by little, and the body became colder little by little.

What to do, what should he do? !

Where is this?In the end... is it true!

His heart was so painful that he was almost suffocating, that was the person he couldn't bear to touch!

During these days of getting along, he has clearly felt the change in his mood.If one day, he is forced by the system to stand on the opposite side of Xiao Tingxun, then he would rather follow the old path of the original owner, he does not want to hurt this person.

Anyway, he has no one to miss in modern times, no one cares about him, cares about him, misses him.

But here, he has.

The person who had been lifeless all this time moved his finger suddenly, and Nan Heng suddenly looked down.

However, Xiao Tingxun was holding a small white flower in his palm.

It was the first time he won Yujian in the competition with Qi Jin and gave it to him.

Suddenly, Xiao Tingxun's fingers hang down weakly, and the spiral flower falls to the ground, and when it touches the soil, it shatters instantly, and the crystal fragments are scattered all over the sky.

"Master!"

Nan Heng dug his hands into the stiff soil, hissed to the people on the ground who were completely silent, but got no response.

"Don't go! Please, don't...leave me alone!"

He howled loudly, but only the sighs from the crowd remained in his ears, because he left disappointed because of the excitement.

His heart ached like it was about to explode, he was like a dying fish, curled up beside Xiao Tingxun, his hands tightly grasping the position of his heart.

"Nan Heng!"

There was a clear and familiar voice suddenly.

Nan Heng was stunned, he raised his head and looked around blankly, surrounded by people who left one after another, he was still here.

"Nan Heng, wake up!"

There was another call, and Nan Heng woke up suddenly. It was... Xiao Tingxun's voice.

"Master?"

"Master, is it you!"

Out of nowhere, a hand with sharp bones protruded out of nowhere, and grabbed Nan Heng's wrist.Immediately afterwards, a huge force pulled him away from here.

There was the whistling wind in his ears, and after a severe dizziness, Nan Heng suddenly opened his eyes, and in front of him was Xiao Tingxun's cold and familiar face.

But at this moment, he didn't notice the anger condensed in Xiao Tingxun's body at all, and the ecstasy of regaining his loss made his head go hot, and he rushed forward and hugged the person in front of him tightly.

Only then did Xiao Tingxun pull Nan Heng out of the bronze mirror, and was about to go to rescue Qi Jin again, when Nan Heng rushed to him, unsteady on his feet, and the two fell to the ground hugging each other.

"Master, is it really you?!"

At this time, Nan Heng hugged Xiao Tingxun's waist tightly, the tip of his nose was on his chin, his eyes were red from crying, and he looked at him pitifully: "Master, you scared me to death, you won't Leave me alone, right?"

His breath was hot and hot, and the itchy feeling fell on Xiao Tingxun's neck, instantly burning his ears red.

"You let me go first."

But Nan Heng naturally refused and hugged him even tighter. He rubbed his head against Xiao Tingxun's arms like a wounded puppy.

"No! Let go of you, what if you disappear again?"

"I'm not leaving." Xiao Tingxun said calmly.

Nan Heng's eyes were extremely red, and his body temperature was frighteningly high. Xiao Tingxun vaguely felt that something was wrong being held by him.

He frowned, wrapped one hand around Nan Heng's shoulders, and gently patted his back to comfort him, while the other hand directly tore open the collar of his shirt.

Nan Heng was taken aback by his actions, but quickly put up a smile and approached him: "What is Master going to do to this disciple?"

Xiao Tingxun naturally ignored his unsane words, he raised his hand to turn Nan Heng's face aside, and continued to pull his clothes.

But at this moment, Nan Heng only felt a scorching heat in his body, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling. He was very uncomfortable at the moment, and wanted to crush something bloodthirsty, destroy something, and release something.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Tingxun's snow-white neck, the slender, supple, and clear-cut Adam's apple rolled slightly.

Without even thinking about it, Nan Heng raised his head and swallowed it in one gulp.

He gnawed hard with his teeth, and was satisfied to hear Xiao Tingxun's displeased hum, but it made him even more agitated.

Xiao Tingxun's face was already livid at this time, and he pulled Nan Heng's troublesome claws away countless times before he managed to tear open his skirt, and saw a light red water unicorn seal faintly emerging from his chest.

The seal was very pale in color and was already full of cracks.

Sure enough, the seal was broken.

"Master, I'm so uncomfortable..."

Nan Heng's small face was wrinkled into a ball, and he desperately stabbed Xiao Tingxun into Xiao Tingxun's arms.

He was trying to restrain his urge to crush the person in front of him and eat them into his stomach. The huge irresistible power in his body was faintly awakening, and he felt that he was about to lose control.

"Don't move!"

Xiao Tingxun's forehead bulged with veins, he pushed Nan Heng's shoulder with one hand, and with the other hand, he restrained Nan Heng's claws that were making trouble in all directions.

Right now, he had to quickly help Nan Heng strengthen the seal, but the child found his strength was astonishing, he was pressed down by Nan Heng, and he could barely struggle.

Suddenly, Nan Heng stared at him with bright eyes, then leaned over suddenly, and kissed his lips.

Xiao Tingxun's eyes widened suddenly, and the strength of his hand was released for a moment in shock.

Nan Heng had already seized the opportunity, and kissed overwhelmingly.

"Um...you!"

His whole body was petrified, not only because of the sudden kiss, but also because in this empty cave, besides Nan Heng's sucking and biting, he also faintly caught a series of footsteps from far to near.