Prince Longqing is the most arrogant figure among the younger generation of the Haotian Dao Sect, the lord of the ruling, and the glorious and beautiful son of God who attracts foolish women and foolish girls in the world for the Dao Sect. However, his body and body were destroyed by an arrow in the Tianqi Mountains.
Spirit.
If Ning Que's arrow at that time caused the Xiling Temple to lose a future High Priest of Judgment, or even a more important figure in the future, how could the temple not be furious because of this, and how could the High Priest of Judgment let Ning Que go?
Even if the Xiling Temple would not kill him directly for the sake of the Master and the academy, they would definitely want to make him pay a huge price. Ning Que always thought of the terrifying big shot like the High Priest of Judgment who wanted to deal with it day and night.
I felt a little shuddering, so I thought about saying those words to Ye Hongyu.
His original intention was to test how strong the anger of the temple would be. Who would have thought that Ye Hongyu would directly promise that the High Priest of Judgment would not cause trouble for him. This answer made him a little confused. If Dao Chi and Prince Long Qing
Because there has always been a hidden competitive relationship between them, it makes sense that she doesn't care about Long Qing being deposed, but why does she promise that the High Priest of Judgment will not be angry about this matter?
"Why?" He stared into Ye Hongyu's eyes in confusion. Ye Hongyu didn't answer his... question. He looked down at the terrifying blood hole on his shoulder, with a look of boredom on his face, and asked, "How long do you need?"
Time to heal my wounds?"
Ning Que rummaged through his luggage for suitable tools, lowered his head and said, "If it's to stop the bleeding and remove the rot, it won't take long. The key is that the old monk's bites were too harsh. And that shop hasn't been cleaned for decades."
My teeth are dirty, who knows what kind of toxins are in my dirty saliva, maybe I’ll have to cut some meat off later.”
Mo Shanshan walked up to the two of them at some unknown time. She looked at the wounds on Ye Hongyu's body, her eyebrows slightly furrowed with a hint of sympathy, and she felt a little sick after hearing Ning Que's words.
Ye Hongyu didn't react at all, and said calmly: "He has no teeth. I was bitten by him, so I can confirm it."
Ning Que lowered his head and said, "Dirty and smelly saliva is also troublesome.
Mo Shanshan couldn't help but weakly interjected: "Don't you two find it disgusting to talk like this?"
Ning Que and Ye Hongyu both raised their heads and looked at her as if they were a pure and innocent little girl, then shook their heads at the same time. They both felt that girls like Mo Shanshan who had never experienced truly disgusting things were so happy and infuriating.
Ye Hongyu continued to discuss with Ning Que: "Taoism is based on the power of light and does not care about ordinary poisons, so you don't have to worry about the poisons hiding in the muscles and bones and causing trouble in the future."
Ning Que took out the needle and thread, looked at her and said seriously: "Sewing the wound with stitches is the fastest. The problem is that you lost too much flesh by the old monk. If you use this and sealing treatment, you may leave two wounds on your shoulders and arms in the future."
A pit.”
Ye Hongyu frowned slightly and said impatiently: "Leaving a hole is like a sharp edge..."
Ning Que shook his head and said while threading: "It doesn't look good to leave a hole. I thought you would care about this."
Ye Hongyu said contemptuously: "Only those worldly people care about this."
Ning Que looked down at the bloody hole on her shoulder, thinking about where to start, and responded casually: "You have such a good figure, and you like to wear a cool red dress to be naked, but you have two holes in your body, which always looks a bit weird.
, even if you don’t care, you still have to think about the temple. You, a Taoist idiot, are the image spokesperson. You are so beautiful..."
"From now on I will wear Taoist robes."
Ye Hongyu said. Then after a moment of silence, she suddenly stretched out her hand to lift up a piece of drooping flesh on the edge of the blood hole on her shoulder, pushed it back, and asked in a low voice: "Will the hole left by such a seam be smaller?"
Is there any girl in the world who really doesn't love beautiful girls? Even if she is a Taoist idiot, she is no exception.
Ning Que didn't notice the hidden meaning in her tone, and naturally he didn't seize the opportunity to mock her. His eyes were all attracted to her fingers and movements, and the fingers holding the needle trembled slightly.
There are not many people in this world who can remain so calm after being chewed alive by a ghost-like old monk.
Ning Que knew that she must have been in pain before, but he couldn't see a trace of pain on her face, so he was shocked and even regretted. It had been a long time since he had met someone as ruthless as himself.
Should such a person ignore everything and kill her first?
"Sew it up." Ye Hongyu said expressionlessly: "Don't be soft-handed."
Ning Que couldn't help but sigh, thinking that if his hand hadn't been soft, I would have stabbed you to death.
The fine needle pierced the white and tender skin, passed through the discrete flesh strands, and then threaded it back again, passing the thread on the girl's delicate shoulders for sewing. Ye Hongyu watched quietly, without any pain, but her beautiful cheeks changed.
Getting paler and paler.
Mo Shanshan squatted on the other side of Ye Hongyu, pursed his thin lips tightly, and frowned as he watched the needle in Ning Que's hand rise and fall. He subconsciously held Ye Hongyu's hand tightly, trying to hold himself
The power was passed on to support her.
In the dark room of the Demon Palace, Sanjin, the best young man in the world of spiritual practice, after paying a heavy price to successfully overthrow the once best strong man of the previous generation, squatted in the corner like three injured mice, healing each other and caring for each other.
Giving each other strength, it seems that they have long forgotten the time when they fought life and death in the straw in the fields.
It was finally over. The two extremely terrifying blood holes on Ye Hongyu's body no longer bled, and all the flesh and blood stained with filth had been removed. Her face was extremely pale, but her eyes were extremely bright, and she had no intention of comatose and escaping the pain.
Ning Que put away the needle and thread, and when he raised his head, he happened to meet her bright eyes, and his heart moved slightly. He was very curious about the method she used to force her to violently rise up, even though she was completely controlled by the old monk.
He reversed the situation at that time. During that time, he was in that mysterious state. He only knew the result but not the process.
Ye Hongyu knew what he wanted to ask by looking at him. In fact, she was also very confused as to what Ning Quexiantao had realized during that period of trance and enlightenment. Those scratches on the stone wall were left by Mr. Ke.
Yes, could it be said that this guy was lucky enough to inherit Mr. Ke’s Haoran Sword?
Both of them had doubts and curiosity, but no one asked the question because they were not sure whether they could get a true answer from the other person, and they were not willing to tell the other person their answer.
Mo Shanshan and Ye Hongyu rested against the stone wall. It would take a long time to completely resolve the injuries and physical weakness. Ning Que was the least injured and had no major mental problems. He walked towards the venue.
The mountain of corpses had long been turned into ruins by the impact of the breath. He struggled to walk in, looking at the pile of ashes that the old monk had turned into, and shook his head in silence. He didn't know how to evaluate this.
A lotus with thirty-two petals, who is also a Taoist demon god
He is a peerless and powerful person. I think back then, this person could stand shoulder to shoulder with my junior uncle, and he was one of the few people who stood at the top of the world. I don’t know how much light is waiting for him, but this person’s choice is that
So crazy, even a little unreasonable.
Standing next to the ash pile, Ning Que looked around, looking at the mottled carvings on the stone wall, thinking that he had inherited the mantle of his junior uncle, a sense of grandeur arose in his chest and abdomen, and he wanted to
He will expel the fear and anxiety after being possessed by the devil and the inexplicable feelings brought about by Liansheng's death from his body.
At this moment, the inexplicable sadness he felt when he woke up flooded into his body again. He subconsciously looked at a stone wall, feeling sad for some reason. He didn't know that the wall was facing the south.
After a while, he shook his head to get rid of this inexplicable emotion. When he looked back at the handful of ashes on the ground, he had some other feelings, especially when he recalled the feelings that the old monk's death wave conveyed to him in the spiritual world.
And those incomprehensible fragments of information, I feel more and more that the ashes on the ground also have a pleasant smell.
"It has nothing to do with the grudges between Tao people. It can be regarded as an acquaintance, although the acquaintance is not a pleasant one. After all, you are a Tao generation and you have made waves in the world. You must have a place to live after your death."
Ning Que searched through the broken bones around him and found a very inconspicuous iron box, which was probably the relic of a certain strong man from the Demon Sect back then. When he opened the box, it was empty and there was nothing green inside.
"This one is quite suitable. It's a little too small, but it only holds a part of you anyway."
He squatted next to the pile of ashes transformed by Master Liansheng, spread his hands, and then picked up a large piece of white leg bone and swept the ashes into the iron box with a very casual movement, like sweeping garbage.
Following the order of the master's sect, I came to the depths of the wasteland, waiting for the sky to open, and waiting for the gate of the Demon Sect Mountain to open, and then I went inside to find traces of the heavenly book. However, who could have expected that the intersection of arrows and swords would not lead to death, and that the rocks would fall and the barriers would not be able to stop them.
In the Demon Sect, I met an old monster that everyone thought had been dead for decades, listened to countless shocking long-standing stories, struggled painfully between survival and death countless times, and finally survived miserably.
Come down.
As the most outstanding young people in the world of spiritual practice, their minds are naturally firm and abnormal. However, after experiencing so many things, the three people's desire to compete for the Heavenly Book has naturally faded a lot.
Ning Que inherited the mantle of his junior uncle, and he was very satisfied to be able to bring back to the academy those auras that had been away from home for a long time.
Ye Hongyu suffered serious physical and mental injuries and needed to find a place to rest and recuperate. After being ordered by her master to seek defeat in the wilderness, she finally suffered a complete defeat and found the only victory from defeat with her own will and determination.
She had the opportunity to gain such a rare and precious experience and feeling, so she was very satisfied.
Mo Shanshan broke through the Demon Sect Mountain Gate Formation and realized the meaning of the Block Formation. She gained a lot. What's more important is that in the Shadow of Death Wave, she finally bravely said those words to Ning Que, although she didn't care about it afterwards.
Neither she nor Ning Que had forgotten that moment, but in fact she was the most satisfied among the three.