I ran away after slacking my apprentice

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Ning Jiwei: Come on, everyone, look at me, I'll show you a show where I scold myself.

What's worse is that last night, in order to prevent hearing certain sounds, Ning Jiwei also put a soundproof barrier on himself, that is to say, even if Murong Yan asked for help last night, Ning Jiwei couldn't hear it...

Fuck!Ning Jiwei, are you mentally ill?How could you forget about this?

You are trying to kill him!

ah!Ning Jiwei regretted it to death!

"Ah Yan..." Ning Ji held Murong Yan's hand slightly, his fingertips were trembling slightly, he didn't know whether it was too regretful or afraid to face this situation.

Ning Jiwei's powerful spiritual power was continuously input into Murong Yan's body through the fingertips of the two of them. Spiritual power is of the same type, such a high-intensity spiritual power input should make Murong Yan improve.

But for some reason, Ning Jiwei could still input a small amount of spiritual power to Murong Yan before, but now that a large amount of spiritual power is input, Murong Yan is repelled in his body, and all of a sudden returned the spiritual power input by Ning Jiwei!

Ning Jiwei let out a muffled snort from the impact of the returning spiritual power.

At the same time, the dizziness from yesterday in the East Kitchen came back again, until Ning Ji couldn't even stand still, half kneeling in front of Murong Yan's bed.

The matter has come to this point, even if Ning doesn't think about it, he can still realize that the dizziness in the East Kitchen is not accidental at all!

But he was really plotted against!

And the reason for this calculation is very likely that the big demon hiding behind the scenes poisoned Ning Jiwei with the help of Murong Yan!

Nima's!So what is called the end of the demon, one or two are disabled, so there is no end?

"Brother Ning..." Murong Yan who was lying on the bed seemed to be in extreme pain, talking in a coma.He tightly clenched the clothes on his chest, a little out of breath.

A large amount of spiritual power pouring in and leaving has a relatively large impact on the meridians in Murong Yan's body, not to mention that Ning Jiwei himself was poisoned. Yan will be more painful now.

This situation... Fuck is too tricky!Without spiritual power, what else can I do to save...

etc!No need for spiritual power, that is to say, you can use other things!

Ning Jiwei remembered that in the cultivation of immortals, besides the growth of spiritual power, there is actually one more important thing, and that is——

Heart.

The heart meridian is the origin of the immortal cultivator, so the power of the heart meridian has a more healing effect than the spiritual power of the immortal cultivator himself. If you can transfer the power of your heart meridian to Murong Yan, then Murong Yan's spiritual power will be exhausted. greatly improved.

but……

Nima's is the heart!Taking the power of the Heart Vessel is like doing heart surgery, without anesthesia!

Health cut ah!That can't hurt to death!

Ning Jiwei was a little hesitant, he was the kind who was more afraid of pain since he was a child, so he took care of any illness by himself, never got an injection if he could take medicine, and never had an operation if he could get an injection, because he was afraid of what would happen after the operation. The pain after the anesthetic wears off.

But now, for a person he is relatively unfamiliar with, he must endure the pain of being cut...

This... Ning Jiwei is very troubled, he is really afraid...

"Ahem..." At this moment, Murong Yan who was on the bed turned sideways in pain, and coughed up a little blood, which splashed on Ning Jiwei's collar.

The dazzling blood on the white clothes reminded Ning Jiwei of Murong Yan's appearance before he fell into a coma.

At that time, Murong Yan should have been in great pain, but after Ning Jiwei was released from the imprisonment, what Murong Yan cared about was not his own physical condition, but wanted to know if he had let Ning Jiwei down.

Murong Yan was still apologizing to Ning Jiwei even when he was short of spiritual power, even just before he fell into a coma...

In fact, thinking about it carefully, Murong Yan is quite a good person, no matter before entering the dungeon or after entering the dungeon, Murong Yan's protection of Ning Jiwei has never changed.

And this time, it was because of Ning Jiwei's own mistakes that Murong Yan became like this.

Forget it...

Ning Jiwei wanted to sigh.

Isn't it just taking the power of the heart?Anyway, the original owner's body is not bad, taking the power of heart veins, the pain is a little bit painful, but he won't die...

Ning Ji heaved a sigh of relief, endured the dizziness and the fear in his heart, concentrated his spiritual power on his fingertips, and transformed into a dagger.

Ning Jiwei grasped the handle of the dagger, but because of fear of pain, Ning Jiwei's hands were shaking.

Nima's!do not care!

Ning Jiwei suddenly exerted force and pierced the dagger into his heart.

"Uh..." The pain in his heart swept through his whole body, so that Ning Ji slightly felt that his whole body was run over by a wheel. He broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and bent down uncontrollably.

His complexion was very bad, but he still insisted on using the dagger to draw out a trace of heart energy, and tremblingly sent it to Murong Yan.

With the power of Ning Jiwei's pulse, Murong Yan's condition improved a lot, he regained consciousness for a moment when his mind was drowsy, and opened his eyes with difficulty.

But all he saw was a pale face dripping with cold sweat, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

That face was full of pain, even the tip of the brow was furrowed, and the end of the eye...

Surrounded by water vapor.

Are you... crying?

"Brother Ning..." Murong Yan stretched out his hand with difficulty and put it on the corner of Ning Jiwei's eye, trying to wipe away the tears seeping from the corner of his eye, "Don't cry...it's okay...I don't hurt..."

It was very difficult for Murong Yan to say those words, intermittently, as if he was going to faint again in the next moment.

Ning Jiwei cried even more fiercely.

Oh shit!You are not in pain!But I hurt!

very painful!

Depend on!

Ning Jiwei didn't know how long it had been since he woke up. To be honest, if he still had the strength at that time, he would most likely follow the system's instructions and find clues to the big monster as soon as possible. After the power of the heart pulse, coupled with the dizziness in his mind, he almost collapsed.

Unable to hold on, he passed out in front of Murong Yan's bed.

But... Strange!Ning Jiwei clearly remembered that he was kneeling in front of the bed at that time, why is he lying on the bed now?Was it carefully covered with a quilt?

And... Ning gently caressed his heart, the wound that took the power of the heart veins seemed to disappear, and the pain disappeared, and even the dizziness in his mind disappeared for the most part.

Could it be that Murong Yan did it?

Ning Ji looked around slightly, but didn't see Murong Yan, so he called tentatively: "A Yan?"

Before the words finished, Murong Yan came in with a bowl of porridge.

Murong Yan looks good, it seems that Ning Jiwei's heart energy is very effective on Murong Yan.

"Brother Ning, let's have some porridge." Murong Yan said and wanted to feed Ning Jiwei some porridge.

When Ning Jiwei saw the food, he remembered the fish that Murong Yan cooked that day.

Hiss... Maybe this porridge also...

"It's nothing, I won't eat." Ning Jiwei turned his head expressionlessly.

What a joke!If this porridge is also poisonous, why would Ning Jiwei die in this dungeon?

Ning Jiwei's indifferent attitude did not make Murong Yan feel as sad as before, but he gently touched Ning Jiwei's side face, and said softly: "Okay, if you don't want to eat, then don't eat."

Murong Yan put the porridge on the table beside him, sighed very lightly, sat on the bed, and hugged Ning Jiwei into his arms.

Murong Yan rested his chin on the top of Ning Jiwei's head, raised his other hand, put it gently on Ning Jiwei's back, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ning Jiwei couldn't ignore the touch behind him, he was a little stiff and didn't reply.

"From now on, Brother Ning, don't do this." For some reason, Ning Jiwei trembled a little when he heard Murong Yan's voice, it was a shiver of fear and guilt.

Ning Jiwei wanted to raise his eyes to see Murong Yan's expression at the moment, but was hugged tightly by Murong Yan, unable to move any more.

"It's okay for me to get hurt, really, it doesn't hurt at all, but if Brother Ning gets hurt, I will be very distressed and sad. I don't want to see Brother Ning covered in blood. In that case, I... "

Murong Yanwu couldn't continue, but Ning Jiwei could feel the trembling of the fingertips on his back.

He is afraid.

He was afraid that Ning Jiwei would be injured, and even more afraid that Ning Jiwei would die in front of his eyes.

When he woke up and saw Ning Jiwei's comatose state, and the blood on Ning Jiwei's heart, he was so frightened that even his legs were limp.

He couldn't imagine how he would react if one day Ning Jiwei took one step away from him...

If that's the case...

He will be crazy.

"A Yan." Ning moved his body slightly, he couldn't stand Murong Yan's tone, which made him feel uncomfortable in his heart.

As if being pressed by something.

Murong Yan let go of his embrace, supported Ning Jiwei's shoulders, and asked cautiously, "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Ning Jiwei simply pushed Murong Yan's hand away from his shoulder, and got off the bed over Murong Yan.

Ning Jiwei feels good at the moment, probably because Murong Yan used spiritual power to warm and nourish his body before he woke up, and now there is no sign of lack of spiritual power in his body, neither pain nor discomfort, just suitable for going out Go find clues.

Ning Ji slightly turned his head to look at Murong Yan, and said, "Ayan, I'm fine, let's go out."

Murong Yan wanted Ning Jiwei to rest for a while, after all, taking the power of the heart is not a trivial matter, but before he could say anything, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

It was Liu Bai's eager cry.

"Brother Murong, it's bad! The officers and soldiers are here again! They are about to fight in front of the stage!"

At this time, the huge stage was surrounded by officers and soldiers. Those officers and soldiers were different from the officers and soldiers led by Sun Xun before. They all stood with swords, tall and straight and armored. They looked like royal troops.

The leader of the army was no longer Sun Xun, but King Yue, who was dressed in civilian clothes and also armed with a sword.

King Yue drew out his saber, and raised Li Boqing's chin, which was tightly clamped by his subordinates, with the back of the sword. It was obviously an ambiguous movement, but King Yue didn't have the slightest smile in his eyes, and instead made this gesture rude and ambiguous. outrageous.

"Look, isn't this the proud Li Boqing? No matter how arrogant he is, he still falls into the hands of this king?"