"It seems that I am no longer needed here. Remember to ask me about the woman wearing the Liuying armor. This way my hard work in rescuing you will not be in vain." After that, Gunmu left with Wu Yang's shocked eyes.

Wu Yang turned to look at Yan Song, "My lord, you actually... let him go like that..."

Zi Mo was sitting behind Yan Song. The gilt clothes in front of him were spread all over the floor. His clothes were shaking. Even though it was very small, Zi Mo noticed that he was shaking. He seemed to be very angry.

When Yau Guan struck down, she stepped back in shock.

The whip quickly left a trace of blood on Wu Yang's body, "What did I tell you before I left, that you could not leave the little waste god even a step away? It would be better for you to just leave her alone instead of letting me go."

Do you see it in your eyes?"

She pulled Yan Song, but she couldn't stop him at all.

"I know my mistake! I am willing to bear all the punishment!" Wu Yang was whipped without saying a word. He knelt down in front of Yan Song. "Get out!" Yan Song ordered, and Wu Yang dragged his body.

Step by step, he disappeared at the end of Shizuo Alley.

As soon as Wu Yang left, Yan Song suddenly felt like a deflated rubber ball. The spiritual healing was activated. He knelt down beside Zi Mo, his body went limp and fell straight down. He closed his eyes and muttered: "Little useless god, you don't want it."

Getting hurt again…”

More and more spiritual power escaped from the body of the little King of Hell. She watched these spiritual powers dissolve into her body bit by bit, and her body gradually gained strength. As the wounds healed, the spiritual power in her body also gradually gained strength.

improvement.

The person who was hiding behind the curtain just now took action secretly, otherwise she would not have been injured to this extent. Looking at Yan Song who fell to the ground, she sighed and asked the spirit moth to go and treat Yan Song. This time the spirit moth

The power healing consumes too much, and it may take a long time for the little king of hell to recover.

She subconsciously asked Wu Yang to carry Yan Song on his back, and shouted twice, but no one responded. The lonely figure suddenly appeared in front of her again, and Wu Yang had been scolded by Yan Song.

She was the only one who saw Yan Song's current pale appearance, and she couldn't remember how many times this happened.

The sound of slow breathing came, and Yan Song opened his eyes. As soon as he woke up, he immediately sat cross-legged and meditated. Under his control, his spiritual power gradually decreased and dissipated. Seeing that he was slowly recovering, Zi Mo said: "You are okay.

Bar?"

"How about I call Wu Yang back? You need someone by your side like this..." Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted mercilessly.

"Need not."

Judging from the resolute tone of the little King of Hell, it seemed that he didn't want to call Wu Yang back at all, "I don't need anyone's care." Suddenly Yan Song coughed and his face turned purple and blue from holding back. His condition did not match his words at all.

"I'm fine, but you..." Yan Song looked at her and hesitated, "You have taken so many elixirs and your magic power has gradually increased. You have always been peaceful in the big city. Who hurt you?"

Yan Song's eyes were full of doubts, as if he couldn't figure out why a little god who had just arrived in the city suddenly had enemies come to his door just a few days after he came to the big market.

Regarding this question, she sighed, "As for the peach blossom demon today, she even called a helper."

When she mentioned the injuries on her body, she couldn't help but think of the mysterious man behind the curtain, who was ruthless and evil behind the scenes. However, the man was hidden in the corner, and she couldn't see his appearance at all.

She spoke vaguely, not telling what was unusual behind the curtain, "I accidentally fell into someone else's trick. It's my fault for being careless. I'll be careful next time."

She looked up and down at Yan Song, and saw that the little King of Hell's body had recovered quickly, and his voice was now strong and powerful, and every word was sonorous, completely gone from the weakness he had just woken up.

Suddenly she found Yan Song staring straight at her, "Next time I will be where you are." She was suddenly stunned, and Yan Song's expression didn't look like he was joking.

Could it be that Yan Song wanted to supervise her in a different way? She thought about it and realized that it was right. Even if the little King of Hell replenished her with so much spiritual power, she would still be unavoidable from big and small injuries.

In order to prevent herself from being held back, Yan Song must watch her more strictly. She nodded helplessly and agreed to this temporarily feasible method.

Suddenly, there was a flash before her eyes, and a dark figure appeared in front of her. Wu Yang was holding a small package. When he saw her, he knelt down, but his head was facing the direction of Yan Song.

"My lord, I bought some folk remedies and secret medicines to warm and nourish the spiritual power for the little waste god to take. The injury to the little waste god was caused by my subordinate's incompetence. It was caused by my subordinates. I will obey my master's orders from now on."

!" Wu Yang lowered his head and held up the secret medicine in both hands.

Originally, Yan Song was sitting on the ground. Seeing this, he was holding the banner and was about to stand up. Suddenly he glared at Zi Mo. Zi Mo looked confused. Following his line of sight, he saw that he was sitting on a gilded plate.

In the black robe, Zi Mo smiled sheepishly.

Yan Song pulled out his robe and smoothed out the dozens of wrinkles. After arranging the clothes, he stood as usual, with that upright and majestic posture. He put one hand behind his back and looked at his knees expressionlessly.

Wu Yang is here.

Wu Yang raised his hand high above his head, and the stick of incense passed by. Even Yan Song had left, but he was still kneeling. The little King of Hell didn't say anything about getting up. Wu Yang, a stubborn person, would definitely keep kneeling like this until the end of the world.

Zi Mo coughed slightly, but Wu Yang didn't respond. She walked to Wu Yang and took the secret medicine. Wu Yang suddenly looked up, and when he saw it was her, the surprise and excitement on his face disappeared.

"Stop looking, your master has already left." Zi Mo persuaded him kindly, but Wu Yang still refused to give up. He stared in a certain direction in the distance, as if his master would secretly come out from somewhere to see him.

"You'd better give these secret medicines to your master. My injury is almost healed, and your master should need it now." Zi Mo threw the secret medicine on Wu Yang.

Her few simple words attracted Wu Yang's persistent pursuit. Wu Yang stared at her closely, as if he would not let her go until she explained clearly, "Why do you need these medicines, Your Majesty? Your Majesty, why do you need these medicines?"

His power is boundless and powerful, so he won't take these elixirs. In my opinion, only you, the little useless god, need these things to save his life."

Wu Yang kept talking, and in his mouth, Yan Song simply became a being who would never be hurt or die. Wu Yang wanted to continue talking, but she interrupted him.

She looked at Wu Yang with great interest and said: "What do you think your master is? Boundless power? Immortality? Gods can still be covered with scars and even disappear in oblivion. No matter how powerful your master is, in

He is just an ordinary person among all living beings."

She suddenly thought of something. When a person becomes a symbol of reliability in the eyes of others, those softness and fragility are most easily ignored. Others cannot see these things, and slowly the person himself will forget them.

The former Qing Shen Zi Mo was like this, she survived through everyone's word of mouth.

Legend has it that she is an ancient god with great powers...

Legend has it that she remains unharmed for thousands of years...

Legend has it that she will not eat until she is alive or dead...

Legend has it that she is hard and has no soft spots...

Legend has it that she...

There are too many legends.

Once, after she had paid off the prayers of thousands of temples, she took a break from her busy schedule to sit down and take a rest. When exhaustion surged into her joints, she was suddenly startled.

She was an ancient green god, an omnipotent god. An omnipotent god shouldn't be tired. She immediately cheered up and rushed to the next boundary to educate the ignorant little gods who had just ascended.

During these days when she was a lifeless little god, she was actually very relaxed and at ease. No one would hold her up to the supreme altar anymore, and she didn't have to take into account everyone's lofty looks.

Now, she is just a little minion with low magical power, the kind who cannot be called a big name among the complicated gods.

She deeply knows that whether she is playing the ancient green god or the lifeless trash god, she is sometimes very fragile. Everything is an ordinary existence of all living beings. They will be lost and need warmth, and gods are no exception.

.

Thinking of this, Zi Mo suddenly understood the little King of Hell.

After knowing that spiritual healing would consume spiritual energy, the little King of Hell immediately pushed Wu Yang away the second before he fell to the ground. Perhaps under the powerful Chengze, he also forgot when he was weak.

"What are you talking about? My master has always been very powerful. From the moment he established the Ghost Realm, he has been the hero of all of us. There is no way he will fall. Besides, I am standing in front of the master. I

The Lord will not be hurt."

Wu Yang glared at her and told her to quickly shut that crow mouth. Suddenly something occurred to him, and Wu Yang said doubtfully: "My Lord and I visited Yuelefang at night. The moment I pushed the door in, my Lord suddenly paused.

For a moment, he ran out to find you."

"I don't know why the Lord cares so much about you. We have already stepped into Yuelefang, and the things we are exploring are right in front of us. The Lord didn't say anything, just left me and came to find you. He also said that you have

Danger or something..."

Wu Yang looked confused and patted his head, "Although you always hold back and interrupt the Lord's plans, the Lord is good to you, so I will let you go. In the future, the Lord will ask me to protect you. I

I will follow you every step of the way."

Zi Mo smiled and looked at Wu Yang's puzzled face. It seemed that Yan Song didn't tell him about spiritual healing.

When the pear flower demon injured her, Yan Song might have sensed that she was in danger, so he rushed back to save her. Thinking of this, one thing after another, she owed Yan Song more and more.

It seems that Yan Song is always being troubled.

The next day, the news of the Pear Blossom Demon's death spread throughout Shizuo Alley.

Every passer-by spread the news that the Peach Blossom Demon's enemies came to seek revenge in person. In order to protect his old friend, the Pear Blossom Demon blocked three hundred blows from his enemies. He exhausted his last ounce of mana before dying. The Pear Blossom Demon fell to the ground.

At that time, wherever there was the shadow of the Peach Blossom Demon, she had already been scared away.

"That's wrong." Yan Song said calmly.

Zi Mo laid out the treasures one by one. When she heard Yan Song's words, she stared at the things on the stall and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's less than three hundred cuts. A mere pear flower demon died after only two cuts from me." Yan Song said unhurriedly. After saying this, Yan Song began to control his expression and act as a mascot obediently.

A new day starts with setting up a stall.

"Oh, by the way," she took out a crystal bead from the big net and mixed the secret medicine brought back by Wu Yang with the bead. In a moment, the bead melted into the secret medicine, "This bead can

Strengthen the efficacy of the medicine. The secret medicine Wu Yang brought back is of good quality. You can recover your spiritual power quickly by taking these."

Yan Song glanced over and said, "That's what Wu Yang gave you. I don't need it. It's just a minor injury." The little King of Hell turned his head away, as if the medicine in her hand was something shameful and could cause serious diseases if taken.

.

She knew that Yan Song was going to be strong. Taking advantage of the gap between Yan Song's words, she stuffed the medicinal beads into Yan Song's mouth, "I know you are very strong and don't need these, but there is no harm in eating these elixirs. Just swallow them."
Chapter completed!