Yan Song still didn't wake up, and fell asleep again after drinking water.

Wu Yang walked in. He glanced at Yan Song on the bed, then at Zi Mo, and said softly: "A Mingze grass has survived. How can the Lord wake up? As long as I can save the Lord, I will

I am willing to do whatever I want.”

In the past few days since Little Hell was injured, Wu Yang has been ordered to take care of the Mingze grass. He stretched out his hand and a fluffy spiritual grass came out of his palm. Zi Mo stared at the spiritual grass and suddenly thought of a way.

Since Liuze water can protect the world, I wonder if it can undo the poison of the entangled grass. With a glimmer of hope in her heart, Zimo held the flowers and found Yuxian. It is good to have a hope.

When he saw Yu Xian again, he was barefoot, using his hands and feet to feel the scent of every flower and grass. Seeing Zi Mo coming over, Yu Xian waved her hand to keep her away.

Yuxian searched all day without rest, but still found no trace of the detoxification flower. Yuxian told Zimo that maybe this kind of flower was in a remote corner of Jingyuan, and if he searched carefully, he would always find it.

These are just to comfort her.

She took out the Mingze grass, and Yuxian's lonely face flashed with surprise, "You have planted the Mingze grass? With Mingze grass, you can purify Liuze water. This sacred water may be effective, but..."

Yu Xian frowned, and the caked mud stuck to his face. As his expression changed, the mud slowly cracked and peeled off bit by bit from his face. Yu Xian wiped his face clean.

"I don't have enough spiritual power now, and I can no longer purify Liu Ze Shui."

Holding the Mingze grass carefully, Zi Mo's heart moved and he looked at Yu Xian excitedly, "You can give me the purification technique. I have spiritual power and I can purify it."

"The purification technique requires divine life. Each time you cast the spell, a large amount of divine life will be consumed. You don't have much spiritual power now and you are not very prosperous. After the purification technique is performed, you may be waiting to die."

Waiting to die, she chuckled in her heart. She had been waiting for five thousand years. The worst outcome was that she would be the same as before, losing all her spiritual power and quietly waiting for death. She didn't care about this at all.

"you teach me."

Zi Mo looked at Yu Xian categorically, with a hint of stubbornness in his clear and cold eyes.

The next day, after taking Liuze water, Yan Song's complexion softened a lot and the paleness faded away. Whenever Yan Song made a slight movement or expression, Wu Yang would cover his mouth excitedly, waiting for Yan Song to open his eyes like a miracle.

Three days passed. Although Yan Song was fine, he still closed his eyes tightly and showed no sign of waking up.

"He is not in a hurry, but you are. You refused to listen and insisted on using the purification technique. Now you only have a hundred years left to live. You, a short-lived god, are now even shorter-lived than me. I can still live five hundred years.

Year."

Yuxian checked her situation and stared at her with a puzzled expression. Then he picked up the armor that was dragged on the ground. After not seeing it for a few days, the armor had grown a size.

"Anyway, you choose the path yourself. You can do whatever you want. But there is one path. Don't forget to take me with you when you go."

Zi Mo smiled and agreed to Yu Xian. She tried to summon spirit moths, but as expected, there were only two.

"Little useless god, you look so bad. When the Lord wakes up and sees you, he will definitely think that I didn't take good care of you. You go and have a rest quickly. The Lord will not be angry when he sees it."

After Wu Yang's reminder, she looked at the bronze mirror again and again, and then she realized that her skin color had also begun to change. Her face was dull and sallow, but the appearance reflected in the bronze mirror was still visible.

She forced a smile into the mirror. Looking left and right, there seemed to be nothing wrong with her, but she was no longer the same person.

"I'll be fine if I get some sleep. Keep an eye on the little King of Hell. If he wakes up, call me as soon as possible." She gave Wu Yang a few words, turned around, and left.

Mingwen was the first to be poisoned and the last to take Liuze water. He survived. Not only was he not dead, he was the first to wake up. When he got up from bed, Yan Song was still very peaceful.

Yu Xian used poisonous weeds to restrain Ming Wen, but no matter how hard Ming Wen struggled, he couldn't break free. Zi Mo didn't say anything yet, but Wu Yang didn't like Ming Wen every day, and would choke him out from time to time.

I don't know how long it took, but one day the little King of Hell moved, which made Wu Yang excited and incoherent. Yan Song finally woke up.

"Where did the little trash god go? Did she take the opportunity to escape?" Yan Song supported his heavy head. He scanned the entire room, but there was no sign of Zi Mo. His chest felt tight and he coughed twice.

"My lord, you have been poisoned and comatose for the past few days. The little trash god has been guarding you every day. She and Yuxian have searched for various antidote methods. In my opinion, lord, you should have a better attitude towards the little trash god. She has recovered.

I haven’t slept a wink for several days.”

Wu Yang tucked in the quilt and something suddenly occurred to him. He changed his obedient expression and said angrily: "My lord, if the copper master hadn't rashly attacked the little trash god, you wouldn't be like this. The copper ghost was kidnapped by Yu Xian.

In the quiet garden, Lord, you——"

Before Wu Yang finished speaking, he blinked and Yan Song had already walked from the bed to the door. Wu Yang hurriedly followed, muttering as he walked, "Fortunately, I follow the Lord's teachings and never dare to talk to the little trash god.

Disrespectful…”

A corner of the quiet garden.

A man hangs upside down from a dead tree.

Yuxian picked up a slender branch and poked the hanging man repeatedly. The man swayed left and right, and dozens of dead and hanging leaves fell down, forming a barrier around the man on the tree.

Yu Xian clicked his tongue a few times and said in horror: "If you shake it, you little thief, those poisonous leaves will invade your body. By then, you will not be able to survive but die. Oh, don't shake and be steady."

After laughing twice, Yuxian exerted force on his hand, and the branches whipped Mingwen around. Listening to the begging for mercy on the tree, Yuxian was even more happy with it. He lay under the tree and waved his hand intentionally or unintentionally.

branch.

Suddenly hearing the sound of faint footsteps, Yu Xian stood up from under the tree. When he saw the person coming, he laughed and said: "Short-lived God, come here quickly. I will hand over this culprit to you. I will teach you how to beat him harder and more viciously."

.”

Zi Mo took a look and saw that Ming Wen was hanging on the dead tree. Ming Wen was crying and howling. Every time his body came close to the falling leaves, he tried his best to control his body. He looked like a funny monkey, but also a gray-faced monkey.

.

A gust of wind blew, and the wind was mixed with some soil and grass ash, and Zi Mo couldn't help but choke. Although she only had a hundred years left to live, her body was getting worse and worse than before, and it was even weaker than it was during the Lianguang Mountain period.

Zi Mo took the branch, and suddenly the Ming Wen on the tree fell down. Looking in the direction of the force, Wu Yang walked over in high spirits. Next to him was Yan Song, who had just recovered from a serious illness.

Seeing Yan Song, Zi Mo was stunned and the branch in his hand fell to the ground.

"My Lord, my uncle, please let me go now. Kill these damn gods quickly, especially this little dwarf. He tied me up and beat me. My Lord, please avenge me now."

…”

Ming Wen broke away from the rope and crawled behind Yan Song. With trembling lips, he continued: "My lord, if it weren't for this damn little fairy, how could you have fallen into the trap here? Just kill her."

Kill her..."

Wu Yang snorted coldly.

Seeing that Yan Song didn't speak, Ming Wen grabbed Yan Song's clothes and said out of breath: "My lord, you hesitated... If it weren't for her, you wouldn't be in this situation at all, my lord!"

Youguan takes off the sheath and binds Mingwen.

"Have you forgotten what I said?" Yan Song raised his head, the fierceness and coldness in his eyes frightening.

"I said, if you touch her again, you won't be able to survive and go back to the ghost realm." Wu Yang summoned the magical weapon and pointed the sharp blade towards Ming Wen.

"My lord, you are confused. I saw it last time in Yuelefang. You have been fascinated by this little fairy. You are the master of the ghost realm. We all hope that you will conquer the realm of gods, whether it is the big city or the big city.

Now, you are too indecisive now..."

Ming Wen had a mournful face, but when Yan Song was unmoved, he gritted his teeth and stared at Zi Mo with an attitude of not giving up. Suddenly, the relationship tightened, and Ming Wen struggled and fell to the ground.

"Little useless god, please stay away."

"The door has been cleared."

Seeing that Yan Song was angry, Ming Wen's attitude changed drastically. He cried and screamed, and kowtowed to the ground, "Lord, please spare me. I don't dare to do it anymore. I, I, I..."

I will obey the orders of the Lord..."

Youguan Shengsheng hanged Mingwen to death. Mingwen fell to the ground with his head tilted and turned into a wisp of smoke.

"It's just the Bronze Ghost's deception." Yan Songqing cleared his hands and took back Youguan.

"My Lord, the Bronze Master is the best at the art of clones. This one is fake and just a clone." Wu Yang looked at the empty ground and thought.

"Go back and deal with the copper ghost. He is used to behaving recklessly. He is either living in debauchery or causing trouble everywhere." Yan Song looked at the ground with cold eyes and noticed that someone was looking at him. Yan Song closed his eyes.

Yuxian said: "The remaining Mingze grass has grown, but it requires the gods to use the purification technique to make Liuze water. I have given you what you want. You said you would take me away from here."

Yan Song didn't look at Yu Xian, just ignored his chatter and walked to Zi Mo.

"how are you?"

Zi Mo cheered up and said with a smile: "Of course I'm fine. With the spiritual healing, I'm not afraid of anything, and I'll hurt you again."

After hearing this, Yan Song suddenly straightened his face and said seriously: "It's good that you have self-awareness. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been slandered and restricted. Once the Liuze water is purified, I will have nothing to do with you.

"

"You are such a fussy person. When you were in a coma, Xiao Qingshen took care of you with all his heart and never left you. Now that you have the strength, you start making sarcastic remarks. Fortunately, you are still the ghost master of the ghost realm."

Yu Xian was frightened as he spoke. Yan Song's sharp gaze made him take a step back, "Forget it, I'm not a nosy god, as long as you take me out."

Zi Mo smiled bitterly and said: "Little King of Hell is right, I owe him everything I did, and there is nothing to complain about." When she and Yan Song completely untie the spiritual connection, she will not owe anything.
Chapter completed!