medicine stone without medicine

As soon as these words came out, the room fell into a strange silence.

The black and fat Taoist priest's expression froze for a moment, and finally he raised his hand and patted twice:

"I have long heard that the Demon Lord is knowledgeable and has a long-term memory, but today I am more knowledgeable."

"Acceptance, acquiescence." Lou Hua smiled and cupped his hands at him, then finally stopped being lazy, propped herself up and sat down on the chair, and raised her chin at him:

"Actually, I lied to you. Although I did not kill the old man, I am not interested in knowing what flowers he likes."

Hearing this, the Fat Hei Daoist was stunned for a moment, then he snorted coldly, his figure changed, and when he saw it again, he became a masked man in black.

He had an extra dagger in his hand, and black mist shrouded it, so he charged towards the building.

The red light in Lou Hua's eyes is even brighter.

The opponent's cultivation base is not low, and he has no weapons around him, so he may not be able to retreat completely in a fight, but he is too lazy to remove the seal on his body.

It's worth it if you get hurt and save yourself such unnecessary trouble.

He looked at Moxiu's movements.

This sword is probably unavoidable, but if he is stabbed in the arm...

Thinking of this, Lou Hua raised his hand, trying to meet the sword head-on, but in the next second, he was thrown out with the chair.

The sound of metal and spiritual flow coming together, Lou Hua was thrown out, staggered to the ground before standing still, momentarily short of breath, picked up a chair and kicked at Qin Dongyi:

"Sick young man, why throw me away!"

Qin Dongyi ignored him, smashed the chair casually, raised his sword and stabbed at Moxiu.

The light blue sword light circulated, this sword was called Qinghan, and it was his natal spirit sword.

For a moment, light blue and black mist were intertwined, and the aftermath of the spiritual power attack was enough to shake the meeting hall slightly.

On one side, Lian Yao raised her hand to lay down a barrier, protecting her disciples and those suzerains who were looking for trouble with a stern face.

"Tsk, I didn't expect today to be a thieves' plan. Fortunately, Elder Lianyao and Lord Shuyue are there to protect me. I am very grateful."

Someone rushed over to flatter Lian Yao, but Lian Yao snorted softly and didn't respond.

When this group of people were aggressive and maliciously speculating just now, they didn't put on such a face.

The man backed away embarrassingly.

The black clothes collided with the blue shadow, Qin Dongyi shot steadily and accurately, Moxiu gradually lost the wind.

He still has a little chance of winning by opportunistically in the dark, but if he faces Qin Dongyi head-on, he will be caught sooner or later.

Thinking of this, Moxiu gritted his teeth and looked at Lou Hua who was watching a good show.

Lou Hua was too lazy to undo his own seal, and had no intention of helping Qin Dongyi fight. He was observing the magic cultivator's body skills with great interest, but the next moment he saw that man suddenly looked at him.

The corners of Lou Hua's lips curled into a smile, and as he expected, Moxiu shot a feint in front of Qin Dongyi and came straight at him!

Lou Hua had been thinking about why this magic cultivator made such a move today.

The purpose of this group of people going to Qingyang Mountain was to ask Qingyang Mountain to hand him over, but to no avail, Moxiu chose the worst strategy, killing people in public and blaming him so as to force Qingyang Mountain to hand over others. The relationship with other fairy sects, but he didn't expect that he would seal himself the day before, and then he showed his feet.

This man's goal has been him from beginning to end.

So, who the hell.

Thinking of this, Lou Hua suppressed the smile on his lips, ready to test it out.

He knew from a long time ago that spiritual power was unreliable, so besides reading books, he also focused on improving physical skills.

Just like this time, he easily dodged Moxiu's attack with his hands behind his back, completely ignoring the infiltration of devil energy, and strangled Moxiu's neck in an instant.

Lou Hua's hand rested on the most vulnerable throat, and slowly raised it, forcing Moxiu to raise his face.

Just in this flash of lightning, a green light flashed faintly from the ring on Moxiu's hand.

Lou Hua heard the noisy sound of the string of bells on her wrist.

He cheated this thing from Chang Ying. The little ghost said that if it encounters danger, the bell will make a sound.

At the same time, Ying Long's startled voice also came from the sea of ​​consciousness:

"Be careful!!"

Lou Hua paused for a moment, and when he reacted, the person in his hand had already been pierced by the Qinghan sword, and he staggered a few steps and fell to the ground.

A smoky blue figure stood in front of him, Lou Hua was stunned for a moment, looked down at the cold mask in his hand, then raised his eyes to the demon cultivator.

Moxiu fell to the ground and coughed up a mouthful of blood. After taking off his mask, he revealed a fair and handsome face.

At this time, other people obviously saw Moxiu's appearance clearly, and one person recognized him and said in surprise:

"Xiaoxian Jun Wen?!"

Moxiu frowned, wiped off the blood on his lips, and showed a slightly weird smile.

In the next moment, he turned into hundreds of black butterflies, broke through the door of the meeting hall and rushed out!

The magic weapon that trapped everyone in the meeting hall was untied, and the bright sky outside pierced the darkness inside the meeting hall. Elder Wu Yan had already discovered that something was wrong with the meeting hall, and he had been anxious outside the door with his disciples for a long time. Seeing that the people inside seemed to be fine I was relieved.

But Wu Yan didn't let go of his breath.

Lou Hua was still looking at the mask in his hand with great interest, the next moment, he caught a glimpse of the smoke in front of him shaking twice before falling to the ground.

"Little Nine!!"

In the ear is Wu Yan's loud cry.

Lou Hua watched in a daze as a group of people rushed to take Qin Dongyi away, leaving only a glaring pool of blood on the white ground.

The scene was chaotic, and those people even forgot that Lou Hua was still standing swaggeringly in the center of the ground.

Lou Hua's fingers holding the mask gradually turned white, and there was only a sound of shattering. The metal mask shattered into several pieces, and the sharp part scratched Lou Hua's hand. I don't care at all.

He looked towards the direction where Qin Dongyi was taken away, and asked:

"Old bug, what's the matter?"

Ying Long was silent for a moment, then said solemnly:

"The demon cultivator was holding Jin Jie's bone spur in his hand just now. Obviously, Qin Dongyi was injured by that thing."

"Jin Ji, bone spur?" Lou Hua repeated, a layer of bright red appeared in his eyes.

"Well, Jin Ji was originally a zombie, and he was already covered in poisonous poison. Thousands of years ago, in order to prevent someone from stealing its poison and causing harm to the world, I fought hard and sealed its corpse in Donghuang. I didn't expect that even so... "

"So, the sick child can't survive?"

Lou Hua interrupted him with no emotion, as if he was talking about what to eat tonight.

"Disaster."

Ying Long paused:

"The poison that has been stored in the blood of the beast for tens of thousands of years is not so easy to detox."

Lou Hua nodded, and smiled with curved lips.

Then he glanced back.

There was chaos in the meeting hall, someone was helping to contain the body of the old Taoist with white eyebrows, and there were still a few heads of various factions who hadn't left, talking to Wei Changjue and Lian Yao.

Lou Hua's eyes swept over the faces of those people, and finally walked over, grabbed one of them by the collar, and dragged him out.

Lian Yao turned pale with shock:

"Thirteen, what are you doing!"

Lou Hua ignored her.

He was smiling and gentle, but there was always a creepy coldness in his expression.

He curled his lips, his tone full of threats:

"You said just now, Wen Xiaoxian, who is it?"

That person was just the head of a small sect, at this time he was so frightened by Lou Hua that he trembled.

Lou Hua threw him away impatiently, the man staggered a few steps, slowed down, and then said:

"Yes, it's the son of Huaixing Pavilion, Wen Jianxian."

Hearing this, Lian Yao on the side frowned:

"Wen Jianxian in Huaixing Pavilion? Isn't that a highly talented medical practitioner? Didn't he long ago...how did he get involved with Moxiu?"

Lou Hua was too lazy to listen to these twists and turns, he raised his chin and said impatiently:

"Where can I find Wen, and where is Huaixing Pavilion?"

Unexpectedly, as soon as he said this, the expressions of the people around him became strange.

The rest did not dare to say anything, and finally Lian Yao asked back:

"You do not know?"

"Why should I know?"

"The Huaixing Pavilion was destroyed overnight a hundred years ago, and the entire door was covered with corpses and bled a hundred steps away. It was rumored that you did it."

Lou Hua was stunned for a moment, but didn't pay much attention, just smiled and sighed:

"Unfortunately, it was preempted."

When Lou Hua returned to Shutong Courtyard, there was a crowd of mourners in the courtyard like the previous few days.

A group of people came in and out, so busy that Lou Hua got annoyed, so he climbed to sit on the plane tree, dangling his legs and watching them circle in the yard.

Wu Yan heard about the exhaustion of Lou Hua's spiritual power, so he didn't bother to distract him anymore.

On the contrary, Lou Hua tilted his head and leaned against the tree trunk, and took the initiative to talk to Wu Yan:

"Old man, is Qin Dongyi going to die?"

Wu Yan didn't respond to him, only glared at him resentfully and angrily.

Lou Hua only responded with a smile.

Seeing this scene, Ying Long in his sea of ​​consciousness couldn't understand it, so he couldn't hold back and asked:

"Are you not sad at all?"

The building painting is a bit inexplicable:

"Why should I be sad?"

"Qin Dongyi's life is very likely to be lost, and that golden bone spur was originally intended to stab you."

"It's not that I asked him to save me." Lou Hua casually glanced at a twig and twirled it between his fingers:

"When he's dead, I'll go and kill that Wen, and then I'll shatter the demon core myself, even if I'm a ghost, I'll haunt him."

"If you want to use death to escape from me, that's not okay."

He seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little tune, just sitting on the tree from day to night.

When it was completely dark, Wu Yan dragged Chang Ying, who was crying so hard, and led the group of people away with a mournful expression.

Lou Hua looked at their backs, slowly suppressed her smile, and jumped down from the tree.

He stood in front of the door of Qin Dongyi's room and raised his foot to kick the door open, but he paused and chose to push it with his hands.

The wooden door slammed softly.

The scent of sandalwood in the room was overwhelmed by the bitter medicine. Qin Dongyi was lying alone on the bed, looking like a dead man from a distance, but he was still breathing weakly.

Lou Hua walked over quietly, sat on the ground, lay on the edge of Qin Dongyi's bed and watched him.

Qin Dongyi's complexion was originally fair, and there was no trace of blood at this time.

He pursed his thin lips lightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Indeed, as Ying Long said, Jin Jie's bone spurs are extremely poisonous, even if his cultivation level is as high as Qin Dongyi's, his vital signs are extremely weak at this time.

But Lou Hua didn't care about that.

It's been a long, long time since he got along with Qin Dongyi in peace.

"Brother."

After a long time, Lou Hua called softly.

But the person on the bed did not respond.

So he raised his hand again, and gently stroked Qin Dongyi's forehead with his fingertips, from his forehead all the way past the high bridge of the nose, soft lips, and finally stopped at the position of his chin.

"Are you dying?"

Lou Hua looked at him seriously, but felt that it was not enough, so she climbed onto the bed and lay obediently beside him.

Like a cat curled up beside its master, he buried his face on Qin Dongyi's shoulder, took a deep sniff, and smelled the sandalwood scent on his body.

"It's better to die. If you live and ignore me, you might as well die."

"But you are mine, no one can touch you, and you will die in my hands."

The candlelight swayed, showing some warmth in Lou Hua's eyes.

It's rare to see a little more tenderness in his eyes, which is somewhat different from him who usually acts perversely and recklessly:

"I used to always think that since you don't want to like me when you're alive, it's not bad to die with you."

"Others are boring, they treat me badly, I just want you."

Speaking of this, Lou Hua seemed to think of something, raised his chin and kissed Qin Dongyi's eyes lightly, and then, the color in his eyes was a little brighter, and his hand slid across Qin Dongyi's chin, and finally the spiritual power flowed, and his hand There is a short blade made of ice on it.

When Qin Dongyi was healthy, he couldn't beat him. When he was half dead, Lou Hua still wanted to hang his life with himself. In the current situation, Lou Hua just wanted to kill him with his own hands, and didn't give others a chance.

The back of the knife passed Qin Dongyi's shoulder and stopped at his heart.

Lou Hua finally kissed Qin Dongyi's cheek as farewell.

At the same time, the hands are gradually exerting force.

Goodbye, Qin Dongyi.

There was a wind blowing in outside the house, the candlelight was flickering, and the shadows were restless.

Tuberose and sandalwood rubbed together.

It was also at this time that Lou Hua's eyes moved slightly, and even the scarlet in his eyes disappeared without a trace.

Because he felt that someone touched his sleeve lightly.

Then, Qin Dongyi sighed unconsciously when he was unconscious:

"Thirteen……"