Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 766 The Personal Disciple Is the Demon Lord (96)

Yun Xian's hands were trembling violently, he was afraid of holding her back, so he didn't dare to cover her too hard, but her mouth was still bleeding.

At first the blood was bright red and warm, and then the blood spit out was dark and cold.

As the color of the blood changed, Sang Jian's breathing also completely stopped at this moment.

"Master!!!!"

"How could this be? Master, are you hiding something from me?"

Yun Xian hugged Sang Jian into his arms, tears streaming down his face.

Her health seems to be not very good all the time, she will feel tired when she does something, and she wants to lie down.

He thought Master was just lazy...

But thinking about it carefully, she was suppressed in the dark mausoleum, and after seeing the sun again, she would not want to stay in one place forever.

There will always be a little thought to go out and see the outside world.

After all... She is such a person who likes to conquer all directions and slay demons.

But her daily thought now is that as long as she is given a nest, it can be anywhere, and she will lie in the dark.

The complete opposite of her previous personality.

Is this because she already knew that her body couldn't stand the toss?
So this time...

Is it because of the magic fruit?

The body couldn't bear the magic energy absorbed by the magic fruit for thousands of years, so it didn't survive?
he……

Doing something wrong again?
Self-blame, annoyance, and pain all piled up in Yun Xian's heart, making him unable to breathe.

Will not……

Will not!
Master No.1 in the world, how could he not be able to resist?
Yun Xian raised his head abruptly, picked up Sang Jian's body from the couch, and ran out staggeringly.

He is going to find the magic doctor, the master is so powerful, she can survive it!
At this time, Yun Xian's devilish energy was in disorder, and he seemed to have a tendency to go berserk. He lifted the seal ahead of time, and this mortal body couldn't bear it at all.

These days he was also holding on, and he was almost over it, but now that Sang Jian was struck by death, the demonic energy of the riot that had been suppressed with great difficulty was about to erupt again at this moment.

thump--

Yun Xian suddenly lost his footing, and fell to the ground with Sang Jian's body in his arms.

Yun Xian was trembling all over, and her voice was crying, "I'm really useless, I can't even hold Master firmly..."

He hugged Sang Jian with difficulty and climbed up from the ground again, as if there was a heavy weight hanging on his feet, it took a lot of effort to start walking again.

What he didn't notice was that the storage bag on his waist fell to the ground.

This storage bag was broken before, but was repaired by Yun Xian later.

Because it was given to him by Sang Jian.

When Yun Xian took the second step with difficulty, the storage bag shook wildly.

With a bang, the Magic Sword flew out of the storage bag and fell to the ground.

Yun Xian was still immersed in his own thoughts and didn't notice this scene.

Until a soul body flew out from the sword body of Wu Mojian.

The soul body was almost exactly the same as the corpse held in Yunxian's arms, the only difference was that the eyes were scarlet.

Sang Jian was floating in the air, with his hands folded across his chest, staring at Yun Xian's pitiful and helpless back, and shouted:
"Hey, where are you going?"

"Is it okay not to go?"

"You support me!"

Yunxian: "..."

He thought he had misheard the first sentence.

In the second sentence, he felt that he must have gone mad, the person was clearly in his arms, why did he hear a voice from behind?

In the third sentence, the voice came from behind!

Yun Xian's eyes widened, his heart was about to jump out, and he looked back slowly.

"...Master?" The soul?

(End of this chapter)