Feeding humans, she's serious

The effect of Wu He's medicine was immediate, and almost as soon as he swallowed it under pressure, the vertical and horizontal wounds on his body began to heal.

The person who was struggling and crying slowly calmed down.

Wu He breathed a sigh of relief, and just about to turn around to go back, he was grabbed by a bony hand.

"What?" He turned his head subconsciously, and then met a pair of empty eyes unsuspectingly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The weak doctor backed away crazily, and Yue Zhi, who quickly rushed to him, swung his sword and chopped off the corner of the clothes that was caught.

Then, holding Wu He's collar, he quickly backed away and hid behind Gu Fanyin and the others without hesitation.

"Huh, the puppet art is not a popular technique," Ning Zhi's eyes were terrified, and he looked up as if he saw something dirty, and raised it with a very dangerous tacit understanding in his hand.

Seeing the restless people gradually calm down, Wu He, who had survived the catastrophe, patted his chest and panted, and couldn't help asking: "Didn't you say that you have to tie the bell to untie it? What's going on?"

Ning Zhi had a calm face: "It will be more troublesome if you want to save someone."

"But I'm not saving people."

"It's just some weak meat and strong food among the demon cultivators."

The tone of his words was deliberately elongated, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a nasty arc. Under the moonlight, his slender, white hands were slowly raised, slightly resting on his robe, more like an evil ghost crawling out to seek his life.

Wu He was frightened and stayed where he was, not daring to move his raised hand.

Yue Qinian, who stood on the sidelines and watched the battle silently, found an opportunity to take the position urgently: "There is no need to be afraid, everything has its own fate."

The silver-white long hair hung down slightly, and Yue Qinian friendly smoothed his long hair that exploded in fright, and made his voice more ethereal: "If you return to catastrophe, you should fight with your life."

Wu He was stunned by the fright: "...what if it can't be compared?"

Some people were still standing where they were, their souls were about to blow away with the wind.

Yue Qinian sighed, and his dark red eyes revealed bloody pity: "Then die generously."

"What's the difference between that and 'It's hopeless, let's die'?"

Mo Chouzhou, who brought out a bowl of soup, poked his head out of the small kitchen, glanced at the disciple who stayed in place like a puppet, and felt goosebumps all over his body.

"It seems more convincing that way."

Yue Qinian pointed to Wu He who was spitting out his soul, trying to show him the evidence he had found.

Mo Chouzhou: "..."

"Let's do something right."

Putting the bowl of soup that he had finally tossed out on the table, Mo Chouzhou squatted in front of his disciples, sniffed his breath, and raised his head to signal Ning Zhi.

Then, I saw Gu Fanyin holding a soup cup and preparing to feed someone.

Mo Chouzhou: "..."

Feeling someone's indescribable gaze, Ning Zhi, who was regarded as the focus of his gaze, coughed lightly, and silently pushed away the spoon that was brought to his mouth, "He can't ask anything."

"A disciple of the Hehuan Sect, ran to the mountain where the Yunqiong Temple is addressing in such a mess, and still has a devilish aura and injuries all over his body..."

"I almost pointed out the one who was arrested today."

Speaking of this, Ning Zhi turned his eyes and lowered his tone: "That man doesn't have much cultivation, no matter how explosive he is, he will never be able to defeat Suzerain Acacia."

"Besides, if something really happens, spells are much better than manpower... It's still a man who has been seriously injured."

"Isn't the purpose of going up the mountain with such a miserable appearance just to lure us down? If he really knew something, there are so many opportunities, this person wouldn't have gritted his teeth since he went up the mountain."

"That's right." Gu Fanyin agreed with his thoughts and nodded, "Fortunately, it was us."

"If you really meet someone with a kind heart, you will really let him succeed."

Mo Chouzhou could even hear a little pride in his tone: "..."

The expression on his face froze for a moment, and he silently pushed the stalemate away, then patted the dust on his body, and stood up.

Following the effort of bowing his head, he looked at the eyes of the people around him, one counted as one, and no one wanted to follow them down the mountain.

Mo Chouzhou: ...

No matter who is behind the scenes, this can be regarded as stabbing a nest of villains.

A moment of silence for him.

"Then what about this person?" Wu He pointed to the motionless person on the ground, seeing that the person was still moving, he immediately hid behind Yuezhi.

Ning Zhi: "Let whoever owns it take it,"

Gu Fanyin nodded in agreement: "I won't raise another person."

Putting the words aside, the two went straight to the sleeping hall, the Yue brothers and sisters looked at it, and finally chose to follow.

Only Mo Chouzhou, who was standing beside him thoughtfully, and Wu He, who was hesitant to come forward, were left behind.

Mo Chouzhou: "What do you want to say?"

Wu He hesitated for a moment, then said weakly: "If something really goes wrong..."

Mo Chouzhou sneered: "If something really went wrong, how could it be settled by just a few of us?"

"Besides," he pointed to the dark room behind and waved his hand, "the person who should appear the most has not appeared."

Wu He seemed to understand but half understood, he knew that he had no ability, and naturally he would not be obsessed with such blunt advice, and finally took a look at the blood stains all over the ground, turned around and left with his lips pressed.

The originally lively pavilion suddenly became silent again.

Mo Chouzhou stood silently on the spot, looked at the bloodstains spreading from the foot of the mountain, curled up his fists, turned and walked in the opposite direction from them.

The cyan-colored robe slowly disappeared into the mountain, leaving only a few traces of the spiritual ornament swinging around the waist.

After an unknown amount of time, the window of the always dark room was opened, and a pair of closed eyes turned straight to the direction where the bloodstains disappeared.

-

The next day, the people in Yunqiong Palace were woken up by the noise from outside. Gu Fanyin aggressively pushed open the door, just in time to meet the Acacia Sect Master who was leading his disciples up the mountain.

Sect Master Hehuan is still wearing the gorgeous robe, which looks like he hasn't changed all night, and the corners of his eyes are a bit blue, and his expression looks extremely tired.

Seeing Gu Fanyin, she was the first to say hello: "Fairy Fanyin."

"It's really annoying to visit early in the morning."

"Since you know you're bothering me, why don't you go back home?" Ning Zhi popped up from behind and said bluntly, "Sure enough, he has another purpose."

"I thought you were really just here to collect the disciple's body."

"You know he's dead?" Sect Master He Huan's face suddenly became serious.

"So what if I know?" Ning Zhi snorted lightly, the emotions in his eyes were bottomless, "I didn't expect that the majestic Hehuan Sect can't even look down on a demon cultivator."

"It seems that you have already guessed it," Sect Master Hehuan sighed for a long time, subconsciously wanted to lift the fan, but thought of something, and slowly put it back.

That fan is a magic weapon... Ning Zhi suppressed a trace of true emotion, and when he raised his eyes, his eyes were already flat and without emotion.

He clearly saw the indistinct power of heaven in the gap of the fan.