"I don't know if the little demon is here, but I have missed the opportunity to welcome you. Please forgive me..." The man knelt down in a hurry and visited the court, but there was no previous heroic spirit.
Yes, the person who came was the God of Illusion Lotus.
Lianben is in Kunlun Mountain not far from here, and the leader of the Kunlun God Clan is negotiating things. Suddenly, a voice in his mind seemed to be calling him.
I quickly calculated that something happened to my little disciple.
Lian looked at the man lying on the ground coldly, and then looked at the little disciple who was not touching the barrel and the bright red blood flowing out of his wrist. His eyes instantly became deserted and distant, hidden
A cold light as bright as a sword.
Before the man could finish speaking, a golden light popped out of his fingertips, covering the man and instantly turning into ashes.
Then, Lian took off the robe on her body, took out the little disciple from the wooden barrel, wrapped it tightly, and hugged it horizontally in her arms.
He stopped the bleeding on his wrist for Qingyin.
After leaving the cave, he summoned the golden lotus, and returned to the thirty-third heaven through the clouds and fog.
Along the way, Lian was frowning and her eyes were terrifying.
Especially when he saw the little disciple in his arms, his pale and blood-colored face, his eyes were even more like a thick ink that could not be melted.
Although he put the Daluo Tiangang Seal on Qingyin's body, the Tiangang Seal will only protect Qingyin for emergencies.
In today's situation, the Tiangang Seal obviously does not play any role.
In the final analysis, it was his fault for not teaching her magic to live a life of life.
If she learns the magic, she will fight the white fox today, even if she cannot win it in one fell swoop, she will still be sure if she escapes.
Lian accelerated the flying speed of Jinlian and soon arrived at Putuo Palace.
Although Lian did not tell the public about Qingyin's injury, there were still a few immortals. When the gods learned about this, they all came to visit her with gifts.
The young disciple lost too much blood this time and the cold air entered her body. She was afraid that she would have to recuperate for a while before she could recover. So Lian blocked it one by one, and he didn't want anyone to disturb her.
When Qingyin woke up, it was already three days later.
Looking at the edge of the couch, the beauty master was holding the soup bowl and feeding her medicine himself. Qingyin always felt a little unreal.
Especially with the expressionlessness on Lian's face, Qingyin felt a little guilty.
Thinking of missing class and secretly going to the world, almost dying in the hands of a monster, Qingyin felt scared.
But these fears are far less terrifying than the master's expressionless look.
I really don’t know how my master will punish her later.
So, she pretended to be very weak, coughed a few times, and said weakly: "Master..."
Lian frowned slightly worriedly and replied lightly: "Yes!"
"Disciple, are you angry?" Qingyin said softly, carefully looking at Master Ruyu's cheek.
"Why are you angry when you are a teacher?" Lian asked back, her eyes faintly, looked at Qingyin, lowered her eyes, scooped up a spoonful of soup and handed it to the little disciple's lips.
Qingyin swallowed the decoction and was still a little unsure of the Master's attitude at this moment. Just as she was about to ask again, she heard the Master speak out.
"If you are not injured this time, are you planning to play in the world for a few months before coming back?"
"I... the disciple was wrong!" The voice was in a mess.
To be honest, she really plans to play with Chen Xiaotian in the world for three months, and then quietly come back before the master comes back.
As for the Master, she said she was feeling uncomfortable at that time, so she did not go to class.