"Senior sister...Senior sister!" Chun Xia's shout interrupted Zhao Yisu's chaotic thoughts.
"Senior sister, are you listening to me? If this magic weapon comes from the demon world, it will definitely erode people's hearts if it is carried around for a long time. Maybe it is because the real person of Melting Moon regards the Soul-Destroying Pill as a treasure that he was bewitched by the demonic energy and became the Destroyer Sect. tragedy."
"Okay, I know this matter well and I will handle it." Zhao Yisu pulled her up forcefully: "The top priority now is to heal your injuries."
The Nine Levels of Thunder and Fire Technique directly acted on her body. The originally delicate girl now had half of her body skinless, which was distressing to see.
Chun Xia was helped by her to sit on the bed, and then he felt a stinging pain on half of his skin, as if countless needles were pricking him. She thought it was corroded by the Soul-Destroying Pill.
Zhao Yisu asked her to sit up with her eyes closed and perform exercises to heal her injuries. Both of them had fire spirit power, and with Zhao Yisu's help, Chun Xia recovered quickly.
The rich earth fire in Zhao Yisu's body was transferred to her body, nourishing her fire spirit root. Chunxia's spiritual root was first-class, naturally wide, and absorbed more spiritual power. When she woke up energetically, the window was already dark, and she didn't know how much time had passed.
"Senior sister is still amazing. Although you have a third-level spiritual root, but you have a fourth-level spiritual root, you are so effective in helping me heal my wounds. You..." Chunxia felt the abundant spiritual power in her palm, while turning to look at Zhao Yisu, mouth The words stopped abruptly.
"Senior sister!" She exclaimed, calling all the classmates in the rooms on the left and right over.
Wang Polu carried a hammer and kicked the door to pieces: "What's wrong? Who dares to bully the people of Fuxi Mountain? I'll hammer him to death!"
The one who was one step ahead of Wang Polu was Guo Bannong. His guest room was at the back of the corridor, and he jumped in directly from the window. He flashed in place like the wind. It was obvious that he had improved his skills after receiving Yu Qingyun's instructions.
When Dai Tao and Pang Caiwen came in slowly, everyone was finally here.
There was no one else in the room except Chun Xia and Zhao Yisu. In spring and summer, Zhao Yisu is radiant and dejected.
"What's going on? Aren't you the janitor when Senior Sister Zhao heals her injuries? How come you sucked Senior Sister Zhao dry like a snake demon?" Wang Polu's words were so rude that Pang Caiwen almost asked in such a serious way. I couldn't hold back my laughter due to the occasion.
It turned out that these people came back from shopping and saw Zhao Yisu and Chun Xia staying in the house with the door closed. They naturally thought that Zhao Yisu was going to retreat to heal his wounds. Who knew he had experienced the Soul-Destroying Pill.
Chunxia knew the importance and didn't want to spread the news about the Soul-Destroying Pill, so he said: "It's all my fault for being careless. My spiritual power was disordered during cultivation. Senior Sister Zhao wanted to heal my wounds..."
"She has not recovered since she got off the ring. This is an injury added to the injury." Dai Tao went up to her and stuffed a handful of elixirs into her mouth, and then said: "Don't worry, everyone, there are seniors from Fuxi Mountain in the Tianxing Alliance. , just ask a fifth-grade monk to come forward and help heal the injury." He said and walked out.
"Ahem, no need..." Zhao Yisu melted the elixir in his mouth and gained some strength: "Just look at Xu, I'll just stay in seclusion for two days."
Chunxia: "Sister, don't be stubborn, let Dai Tao go out to find someone, I..."
"It's really not necessary." Zhao Yisu held her hand tightly and signaled with his eyes: "Let everyone go out, I will just stay in seclusion for two days."
Chun Xia seemed to understand that she had concerns and quickly followed her instructions. Before leaving, she even left all the elixirs she had, regardless of whether they were useful or not.
Walking to the door, the door was kicked to pieces by Wang Polu, without even a shield. Chunxia took out her magical weapon again, which was the fourth-grade golden tripod given to her by Master Fenhui, and turned it into a barrier to protect Zhao Yisu.
After everyone left, Zhao Yisu sat cross-legged, with a hint of lightning appearing on his body.
The thunder light circled around her body, jumping up and down without stopping, making Zhao Yisu frown slightly.
After using the lightning to repel the Soul-Destroying Pill, she had an uncomfortable feeling, but she couldn't put it into words. In order to heal Chun Xia, she used a large amount of the fire spirit power in her body, which immediately aroused this discomfort and made her feel more and more weak.
Now that everyone was gone, she released the forcibly suppressed thunder spirit power and let it wander around. After the manic thunder power was released, the feeling of weakness slowly eased.
The fire spirit power and the thunder spirit power reached a balance after the spiritual root was reshaped, and a double cycle was maintained in her body. Perhaps today's fire spirit power output was too much, which accidentally broke this balance, which made the thunder spirit power restless. Uneasy... Zhao Yisu could only infer from thin air whether he was right or wrong by feeling the stones in crossing the river.
In short, after releasing the thunder spirit power, she felt much better now. She was really afraid. If she couldn't adjust back, wouldn't she have to be tied to Jiang Yunchen for the rest of her life and seek treatment from him?
She hated the feeling of being restrained.
Now the thunder spiritual power is also empty, but Zhao Yisu knows the breathing rules and can replenish the spiritual power as quickly as possible in just a day or two. While Zhao Yisu was concentrating on healing his wounds, a very slight sound suddenly came from the roof, like a feather falling to the ground, but Zhao Yisu's developed consciousness caught it.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and a burst of spiritual power shot out from her palm!
The spirit power that flew away was easily blocked by the person. The person strolled through the door, and the fourth-grade golden tripod protective barrier left in Spring and Summer was trampled to pieces by him without even alerting the owner of the magic weapon.
"Why don't you come to me?" the man asked.
The voice sounded familiar.
There were no candles in her room, and in the darkness she could only see clearly the pair of eyes opposite her, and she felt like she had seen them before somewhere.
Zhao Yisu couldn't think of it for a moment, and the spiritual power in his hand slowly gathered - fight first, then run away if you can't beat him.
The person on the other side seemed to have read through her thoughts and said, "Don't even think about leaving. I'm asking you something, why don't you come to me!"
If you ignore the tone and just read the words, it will really make people misunderstand where Zhao Yisu owes a debt of love. But the tone of the person speaking opposite was that of a superior reprimanding a subordinate, without any sense of affection between children.
Zhao Yisu saw that he didn't mean to take action, so he argued with him: "Why should I go to you?"
"Didn't I give you a bamboo slip and tell you to come to me after you understand it?"
Zhao Yisu paused for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, his whole body stood on end with horror, and he whispered: "It's you." That stinky old man who was a seventh-grade deep well ice monk who picked off his head and gave it to her when they met!
Save, save, save, save me! Is it too late to run now?
Zuoqiu: "Since you still remember, why don't you come to me? Isn't the promise of my seventh-grade monk worth your traveling thousands of miles? Isn't what I can give you enough? Do you know how many people outside are begging to see me? On the one hand, and you, little girl, don’t be ignorant of appreciation.”
Zhao Yisu: "..."
I beg you on my knees not to praise me! Just treat it like a fart and let me go. Wuwuwuwuwu.
