Yao Ranran was startled immediately, and then she quickly took out a jade bowl and a knife and prepared to bleed.
An Xiaolin: "..." Is the apprentice's speed a little too fast?
Yao Ranran walked quietly to Shen Yuofu, worried that she would wake him up and prevent bloodletting.
As soon as she cut Shen Yuofu's wrist, a pair of light blue eyes stared at her.
Their eyes met, Shen Yuofu lowered his eyes slightly and glanced at Yao Ranran's raised right hand.
A shocking bloody mouth was on his wrist!
Yao Ranran: "...Elder Shen, don't get me wrong, I did this to save you!"
Shen Yuofu's eyelashes twitched, and his eyes flashed through incredible colors.
"Yao...Ran Ran?"
An Xiaolin hid aside and shook his head, "The apprentice's wounds can be filled with a bucket of blood. If I had known that this person would wake up, I should have advised her to restrain herself!"
Yao Ranran smiled guiltily, "Yes, we are all acquaintances. I can lend you some blood to break the formation, no problem!"
Shen Yuofu stared at her without saying a word.
Yao Ranran frowned, and when she didn't get a response, she grabbed his wrist and squeezed the blood.
An Xiaolin: "..."
Shen Yuefu: "..."
"Yeah, that's a lot!"
Yao Ranran simply pulled off Shen Yuefu's clothes and wrapped them around his wounds.
An Xiaolin's expression changed when he saw the blood in her bowl.
"My dear disciple, there's something wrong with this blood!"
Yao Ranran raised her head, "Master, what's wrong?"
An Xiaolin then sent a message: "My good disciple, this blood cannot be used. He seems to be infected with the miasma of the spiritual world!"
Yao Ranran was stunned, and the bowl of blood in her hand rolled all over the floor.
Shen Yuofu looked at the dazzling blood on the ice and suddenly smiled.
"Illusion, another illusion!"
Yao Ranran looked at Shen Yuofu muttering and chuckling alone, and cautiously moved to An Xiaolin's side.
"Master, you are right, he has a big problem!"
An Xiaolin: "..." Although I don't know what's going on, this man has a bit of a demon in him!
"My dear disciple, try using the power of faith to heal his wounds. Maybe his blood will become cleaner."
An Xiaolin came up with an idea.
Yao Ranran blinked, looked at Shen Yuofu, and walked to him again.
"Elder Shen, this is indeed an illusion. You must not believe what happens next!"
Shen Yuofu looked up at her helplessly, looking in a daze.
Yao Ranran grabbed his hand and injected white light into his meridians.
An Xiaolin watched the changes in Shen Yuofu's expression closely. He also wanted to know whether the power of faith had such a miraculous effect!
"Poof!" Shen Yuofu spurted out a large ball of black blood.
Yao Ranran frowned and tore open the clothes on his wrist. The wound was no longer bleeding.
"Elder Yuanying is extraordinary, his body is quite strong!"
After saying this, Yao Ranran raised his left hand and cut it.
An Xiaolin: "..." The apprentice is a bit cruel, he didn't teach him!
Shen Yue pursed his lips and remained silent.
In his opinion, everything in front of him was an illusion. He didn't want to pay attention to it and was unable to resist.
Yao Ranran took a bowl of his blood again.
An Xiaolin glanced at it, his eyebrows showing a solemn look.
Why doesn't it work?
Can’t the power of faith remove these miasmas?
Yao Ranran saw Master Baian's face and immediately realized that the blood had not changed.
"My dear disciple, try the power of faith again. Did you use too little just now?"
An Xiaolin did not give up. There happened to be an experimenter in front of him. He wanted to find out what the power of faith was capable of!
Pursuing wisdom for so long will definitely not be useless!
Yao Ranran nodded and looked at Shen Yuofu.
"Elder Shen, please don't misunderstand me, I just want to save you!"
Shen Yuefu: "..."
If possible, he just wants to be happy!
Yao Ranran couldn't understand the meaning conveyed by his eyes, so she grabbed his hand directly, and with a flash of inspiration in her mind, she mixed the power of faith with her own spiritual power and transmitted it into Shen Yue's meridians.
Soon, beads of sweat formed on Shen Yuofu's forehead, and pain could be seen on his expression.
Yao Ranran had some doubts that her spiritual power had accelerated the onset of his miasma, and she raised her eyes to look at An Xiaolin.
"Master..."
"Good disciple, continue!" An Xiaolin's eyes flashed with hope.
Yao slowly came back to her senses and stared at Shen Yuefu, speeding up the input of spiritual power.
"Ah..." Shen Yuofu moaned softly, suppressing the pain all over his body.
Yao Ranran grabbed his hand and strengthened it to prevent him from breaking away.
The icy cold catkins fell on his wrist, and Shen Yuefou was in pain, as if he felt the real temperature.
He opened his eyes drowsily and looked at the person in front of him. A strand of soft black hair scratched his neck, alleviating his pain.
"Yao Ranran, how could you die like this!"
He whispered sadly.
Yao Ranran and An Xiaolin looked at him strangely, and they both suspected that the miasma had invaded his head.
A quarter of an hour later.
Shen Yuofu calmed down, his face was still pale, but his lips had a little color.
Yao Ranran looked at Master Xiangyan solemnly.
An Xiaolin clenched his fists and nodded.
"My dear disciple, if it doesn't work this time, there will be another time!"
Yao Ranran was relieved.
Anyway, the male protagonist is full of vitality and will not die for a while. If this fails, she can continue to try other methods!
"It hurts..." Shen Yuofu couldn't help but murmur softly as his wrist was cut again.
Yao Ranran released his blood and said comfortingly: "Elder Shen, I am doing this for your own good. Just hold on and you will survive!"
Shen Yuofu was half asleep. When he heard the woman's voice, his heart twitched unconsciously.
Do you still want to hold on a little longer?
Why is death so long, torturing yourself bit by bit!
An Xiaolin carefully examined the bowl of blood brought by Yao, and the solemn look between his eyebrows immediately disappeared.
"It's done! My good disciple, this is it!"
Yao Ranran was overjoyed, "Master, we can go out!"
Shen Yuofu opened his eyes and looked at her in confusion, "Go out, where are you going?"
Yao ranran smiled and said: "Elder Shen, I can't tell you now. I will take my Yangguan Road, and you can cross your single-plank bridge. We will never see you again!"
Shen Yuofu raised his eyes with a headache.
The purple skirt swayed, the fragrance hit her nostrils, and the woman disappeared in an instant.
Half a while passed.
Shen Yuofu suddenly stood up unsteadily.
"Illusion, how can the illusion be so real?!"
…
Yao Ranran followed An Xiaolin's instructions, found Meng Xiangxiang who didn't dare to move a step, and broke the killing formation.
The killing array broke up, and at the same moment, Mr. Shang and Pei Xianqiao found Shen Yuofu.
"Brother Fu, I've been looking for you for a long time!"
Seeing that Shen Yuefu was okay, Pei Xianqiao was overjoyed and ran towards him holding up her dress.
Shen Yuofu's expression darkened, a trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his whole body felt extremely cold.
"Pei Xianqiao, it's true that you saved me once, but you shouldn't lie to me!"