Xianjun, please calm down

Mozun frowned, stretched out his hand to pick him up, laid him flat on the bed, turned over his hand and took out the wound medicine he got from the cultivator before, poured out one, squeezed his teeth and stuffed it in.

He sat on the side of the bed and thought for a while, then stretched out his hand and broke the iron locks on Xing Zhao's wrists and ankles one by one.

If the spiritual power can be used, it can help the injury get better, so it shouldn't be dead, right?Anyway, with him around, this person can't escape.

Even so, Xing Zhao still didn't wake up for a long time, and his breath was very weak.

Mozun looked at his lifeless face, and suddenly regretted it, knowing that a cultivator would become very fragile if he lost his spiritual power, so he shouldn't have hit him before.

Regret is another strange emotion.

He looked at Xing Zhao for a while, got up and went to the outer hall, and summoned a demon to come over and ordered: "Go find a magic weapon for absorbing souls."

The Demon Lord gave orders, and the people below never dared to ask the reason, and only respectfully accepted the order.

Mozun added: "There must be the merit of warming and nourishing the primordial spirit."

The demon clan responded again, and seeing that he had nothing to add, he bowed and left.

The demons are born of demonic energy, and the evil spirits have no soul. All magic tools aimed at the primordial spirit are useless to them. He wants to find a soul-absorbing magic weapon with the function of warming and nourishing, because he thinks that if Xing Zhao dies, Just put away his primordial spirit, as for what to do with it, he hasn't figured it out yet.

The demons moved very quickly, and in just two days, they got a soul-calling flag.

This magic weapon is used by cultivators on the battlefield. They will use this flag to collect the remnants of cultivators who died in battle after the battle. If the primordial spirit is relatively complete, then after a period of warming in this summoning soul flag, they can go to Concentrating the soul and cultivating ghosts can be regarded as an immortal soul.

The number of magic weapons is very small, and the cultivators are not enough. It seems that the demons were able to get one, and it took a lot of effort.

However, Xing Zhao didn't use the hard-won Evocation Banner. Two days later, his injury improved and he woke up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the silhouette of Mozun sitting by the bed.

This person looked extremely fierce when facing each other, but when viewed from the side, he was strangely softer. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with half-closed eyes, long and straight eyelashes drooping down, casting a shadow under the eyelids, quiet The silhouette made him fade a little bit of killing spirit, giving people the illusion of gentleness for a moment.

As a solitary cultivator, the experience of waking up from a dream with someone sitting next to the bed is quite unfamiliar to Xing Zhao.

That is, it would be great if the person next to the bed was replaced by a person, any real "person" would be fine, of course, it would be even better if it was the real Biyun, his new good friend on the battlefield.

However, this matter cannot be chosen by him. Now it is this crazy demon who is poking at his bedside like a spear.

Xing Zhao couldn't help but sighed lightly.

Even if Master Mozun has the cultivation base of heaven and earth, he can't read mind after all, and he doesn't know that he is being rejected. He noticed the change in Xing Zhao's breath, so he turned his head slightly to look at him, and said without any fluctuations in his tone. : "You don't seem to be going to die."

Xing Zhao was about to be laughed out of anger, so what is this guy trying to express?

Glad he didn't die?He didn't think he was qualified enough, not to mention that it was this subordinate who made him like this now.

It's a pity that he didn't die?Hehe, that's not easy. In his current state, with serious injuries in his internal organs and no spiritual power, Master Mozun can kill him if he makes up his mind. What a pity?

wrong?Spiritual power... seems to have recovered?

"!"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mozun thought that he was seriously injured and weak and couldn't speak out. Since the injury was caused by himself, he said thoughtfully: "Be careful what you say in the future, and don't try to provoke me again."

Looking at him, Xing Zhao was really tired. Now that he was seriously injured, he felt even more tired. He couldn't help but sighed, "What do you want?"

Mozun saw his tired face, and his attitude softened(?), so his heart softened a bit, and his voice softened a little: "What?"

Xing Zhao had a headache and said: "It's killing or cutting. You can give me an accurate word anyway. A soldier can be killed but not humiliated. I'm not afraid of death, but if you hang around like this, are you playing a game?"

This sentence really stopped Mozun.

Killing him, Mozun didn't want to, otherwise he wouldn't have to spend a lot of time to save people, but letting him go...he felt a bit reluctant.

Regarding this matter, Master Mozun is actually very embarrassing, alas, it would be great if the demons didn't catch him back, it's really troublesome.

The Lord of Demon Realm sat there inscrutable, his voice returned to his usual indifference: "Since it's not something you can decide, why bother to ask? You will know when there is something to deal with."

Xing Zhao was silent for a while, then smiled self-deprecatingly, closed his eyes and said, "Indeed."

Mozun saw that he had no intention of speaking anymore, and was considerate of this person who almost returned to heaven and earth, so he didn't speak anymore, got up and disappeared into a puff of black smoke.

Xing Zhao slowly opened his closed eyes, quietly looking at the place where Mozun was sitting just now, wondering what he was thinking.

The black iron chains on his hands and feet were removed, and his spiritual power was running smoothly at this moment. He scanned around the hall just now and saw a pile of iron chains in a corner of a wall.

A broken iron buckle was on the outermost side, and it looked like it had been violently treated.

Presumably, the Demon Lord was afraid that he would die, so he broke the iron lock, allowing the spiritual power in his body to heal his injuries independently.

Xing Zhao closed his eyes again, deciding not to think about the demon's deceptive behavior.

When Xing Zhao's injury improved a bit, the iron chain was replaced with a new buckle, but this time he didn't lock all his limbs, but only buckled his feet.

Mozun still visited from time to time, sometimes he came in and walked around, sometimes he could sit for a long time without saying a word, Xing Zhao ignored him at first, but after a long time, he became more tolerant of this only visitor.

After a bloody run-in, the two finally found the best way to get along: when the demon king came, he would find a place to sit down by himself, or close his eyes and rest his mind, or observe Xing Zhao secretly. Xing Zhao would treat him as if he did not exist most of the time, But occasionally I can say a few words peacefully.

Mozun is somewhat satisfied with this situation. Although Xing Zhao seems to never learn to obey, and a prisoner is crazier than his master, he doesn't mind it, and even because of this, he finds this person more interesting. If he was a soft guy who bowed his head and listened to ears when he was scared, he would have been slaughtered by him for being bored by now.

During this period of time, Mozun felt that Xing Zhao was more energetic than before, and occasionally he could see the unruly and cynical smile when he was outside.

Mozun thought it was because Xing Zhao had finally adapted to the Demon Palace, so he gradually lost his depression and gradually recovered his nature.

Mozun was very happy, it was good to keep this cultivator in the magic palace, and he would never be bored again.