Youtanhua carried Mu Fusheng back to Zhao Si's home and gently put him on the bed.
She directly pulled off Mu Fusheng's shirt and saw that his upper body was covered with more than a dozen wounds. The skin on the outside of these wounds was healing rapidly, but the black liquid remaining in the wounds could not dissipate.
The skin has even grown tender, but the black residue can still be seen underneath.
Only then did You Tan realize what he had overlooked. Although Ao You had a broken horn, he was indeed the Xuanyou Dragon King among the dragons. The damage caused by his sharp claws must be different from ordinary external forces, so even if Mu Fusheng broke through
There is no way to completely repair these wounds.
She frowned: "You were hurt so badly, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Mu Fusheng still said calmly: "Amitabha, seniors will find out sooner or later. If you tell me sooner or later, the result will be the same."
But he thought in his heart: "There is no need to upset her too early."
"It's different," Youtanhua said with a grim look, "If I knew that Ao You hurt you like this at the bottom of the sea, he would be dead by now."
"Amitabha, good, good, good."
Ao You was trembling in Mu Fusheng's clothes, trying his best to reduce his sense of existence.
But Youtanhua still took him out: "Tell me, what should I do? Should I cut off your other horn, grind it into powder, and apply it on the wound?"
When Ao You heard this, he shivered even more: "Just... just force out my Netherworld Ambergris saliva..."
After saying that, he consciously threw himself on Mu Fusheng: "I... forced him out by Zen Master."
Udanhua waved his hand and threw him aside: "Just stay there, I will be upset when I see you."
Ao You could only sit aside and try his best to reduce his sense of existence.
Youtanhua's cold fingers touched Mu Fusheng's back and whispered: "Little monk, it will hurt a little later, please bear with it."
She wanted to cut open Mu Fusheng's healed wound, and then draw out the ambergris inside.
"It's okay, little monk can bear it." Mu Fusheng said calmly.
Udanhua's right index finger ignited a red light ball. She brought the light ball close to a healed wound and slowly cut it in the direction of the wound opening and closing. The new flesh that had just grown quickly grew again.
was cut open.
Then the most troublesome thing is to force out all the black saliva from the wound.
If it were hit directly with a force of pressure, the Netherworld Ambergris would be forced out, but Mu Fusheng's injured blood vessels would also be crushed.
Although Mu Fusheng could recover on his own with just a little more effort, she was reluctant to torture Mu Fusheng any longer.
Youtanhua sighed and lowered his head to cover it.
Mu Fusheng felt that the touch on his back suddenly changed, becoming soft and delicate, with a warm breath.
When he realized what it was, his body froze, and the slight touch on the wound seemed to spread a dense sense of joy throughout his body.
"Little monk, relax." Youtanhua said in a dull voice without leaving Mu Fusheng's back.
Mu Fusheng thought to himself: "Senior, you are really embarrassing this little monk."
Youtanhua spat out a few mouthfuls of black liquid and wiped his lips. Finally, only the wound on Mu Fusheng's waist was left.
This wound spread from the hip bone below the waist to the waist hollow, and You Tanhua couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Mu Fusheng also realized it and tensed up his body in an instant.
Youtanhua teased: "Little monk, why are you so nervous?"
"Senior, please spare this young monk and let him fend for himself." Mu Fusheng closed his eyes and said in despair.
"Tsk, just save people to the end and send the Buddha to the West. Besides, you and I have already practiced dual cultivation. It's a bit too much to pretend to be a good boy." Youtanhua's fingertips touched the wound on his waist. Cut open.
The next second, before Mu Fusheng could say anything, You Tanhua had already leaned down.
Mu Fusheng murmured subconsciously: "Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, color is not different from emptiness, emptiness is not different from color..."
At this time, Zhao Si and Jiang Tianqi pushed the door open and came in.
What came into view was Mu Fusheng lying naked on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, as if he was holding back something, his arms tightly grasping the edge of the bed, with veins popping out on his arms, and You Tanhua was lying on his side. waist.
The Shang Fang sword in Jiang Tianqi's hand fell down and hit Zhao Si's foot. Zhao Si screamed in pain.
Udanhua slowly raised his head, spat out a mouthful of black liquid, and wiped his lips with his hand.
Zhao Sizai carefully studied the black liquid remaining at the corner of Youtanhua's mouth, and then looked at Mu Fusheng lying on the bed, his mind racing rapidly.
Jiang Tianqi didn't know how to react at all.
Youtanhua raised his eyebrows and said, "When are you going to see us again?"
Only then did Zhao Si react and immediately went to pull the door, but he didn't hold it for a long time.
A small black snake also got out of the door. Ao You said depressedly: "I'll go out and get some air."