Zheng Huaijing seemed to have serious diarrhea. After parting ways with Shangguan Feiyun in front of the door of Chu Tianbo's room, he would stop and rest for a while after walking for a while.
It's not bad at all if the illness comes like a mountain. Even a warrior can collapse from diarrhea.
Situ Hao used the flying insect he had transformed into to follow Zheng Huaijing silently and slowly move forward.
The journey was less than a mile, with frequent breaks and frequent trips to the toilet. It actually took Zheng Huaijing an hour to return to his residence.
After returning to his residence, Zheng Huaijing took some elixirs and then lay down on the bed to sleep.
Situ Hao understood that in the Immortal and Demon Continent, only ninth-level warriors possess the Five Elements elements in their bodies. Because the Five Elements elements complement each other in a complementary way, people can get rid of the disease. As long as their body muscles do not fail, they will also
There is no danger of death from illness.
Of course, seventh-level warriors and eighth-level warriors have already practiced one to three elements of the five elements in their bodies. If the symptoms of their physical illness conflict with the elements of the five elements they have practiced, their bodies can also heal themselves. If
If it's mutual, it can only be controlled with drugs, otherwise it will only get worse.
Obviously, Zheng Huaijing's martial arts cultivation either did not reach the third level, or the five elements he practiced were in harmony with his disease syndrome, which caused him to have diarrhea and make his body so weak.
Situ Hao felt an indescribable excitement in his heart when he saw Zheng Huaijing being tortured by his illness and becoming inhuman.
The more this is the case, the more favorable it will be for him to take action.
Using the Bloodthirsty Technique to suck up his blood will not prevent him from absorbing his force because of his illness.
Zheng Huaijing lay on the bed, covered herself with quilt, and soon fell asleep.
Situ Hao waited on the beam for about half an hour, then he flew to the ground and returned to himself in a hidden corner. Then he walked gently towards Zheng Huaijing silently.
Zheng Huaijing had just taken the elixir. Perhaps due to the effect of the medicine, he fell into a deep sleep.
Situ Hao came to his bedside, but he still hadn't woken up and was snoring slightly heavily.
He slept deeply.
An evil smile appeared on Situ Hao's face, and he raised his right hand and stretched it towards Zheng Huaijing's body.
The bloodthirsty magic has been destroyed. As long as his right hand gently touches his body, Zheng Huaijing will be sucked out of his blood and turned into a mummy.
"Pfft -" Zheng Huaijing suddenly sat up with a fart sound.
When he saw Situ Hao in front of the bed, his face changed color in shock.
Situ Hao did not expect Zheng Huaijing to wake up suddenly. The moment he stood up, he pressed his right hand hard on Zheng Huaijing's body as quickly as possible.
The Bloodthirsty Technique, the famous technique of the ancient Blood Demon God, as long as the Bloodthirsty Technique is in operation, the difference in strength between the two is not very big, and the person being casted will be like meat on the chopping board, to be slaughtered by the caster.
Zheng Huaijing was almost exhausted due to diarrhea, and he didn't have much strength at all. How could he break free under Situ Hao's bloodthirsty spell?
In desperation, Zheng Huaijing raised his right hand, trying to knock off Situ Hao's right hand, but when his right hand landed on his right hand, there was no sound, and it could be said that there was no strength at all.
Zheng Huaijing was even more shocked.
"Here... help... Situ Hao is here..." Zheng Huaijing let out a shrill cry for help.
Situ Hao's whole body was covered with a faint blood color, and his face was ferocious. He showed a cruel sneer: "Whoever insults me will die. Old beast, you will die today!"
"Hao'er...don't...don't kill me...I..."
As the blood on his body disappeared quickly, Zheng Huaijing's body became weaker and weaker. Coupled with the fear in his heart, his voice couldn't help but stutter.
Situ Hao would not feel any pity because of his words. He still sucked Zheng Huaijing's blood with all his strength, condensed his heart, melted it into his own strength, and continuously dispersed it throughout his body.
The power absorbed from Zheng Huaijing was indeed comparable to that of Chu Yu and that Sword Sect disciple. In just a moment, Situ Hao felt that the power in his body was growing rapidly.
Zheng Huaijing's skin slowly wrinkled, her body slowly shriveled up, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. At this time, there were waves of footsteps outside the door.
"Bang——" There was a loud noise, and the door was kicked open, and several Jianzong disciples rushed in.
When they saw Situ Haozhi with a faint trace of blood all over his body, they couldn't help but froze.
Situ Hao was still sucking Zheng Huaijing's dwindling blood quickly. He looked back at the Sword Sect disciples. They were frightened by his ferocious appearance and took a few steps back.
At this moment, a figure flashed, and Shangguan Jun flew into the room holding a long sword with a faint cold aura.