Yu Qiu pursed her lips, raised her hand and patted his shoulder, comforting him: "A manly man, let this nightmare pass."
When Mu Yin heard this, he did not immediately agree.
Instead, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Yunzheng. The nightmare was very real, and it suddenly reminded him of it at this moment, as if it had really existed, and he couldn't let it go for a while.
Azheng...did she save him in the nightmare?
At this time, Mo Jing and the others looked at Mu Yin who was crying. They felt equally uncomfortable, with a faint throbbing feeling mixed with self-blame and guilt.
Why do you feel this way?
They were puzzled.
"Ayin..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Mu Yin running towards Emperor Zun who had landed on the ground. When he stood in front of Emperor Zun, he called out "Brother Rong" and then stared at Emperor Zun with a worried expression. A girl in her arms.
The girl's face was covered, and her current condition could not be seen.
Mu Yin asked anxiously: "Brother Rong, what's wrong with Azheng?"
"Severely injured."
Emperor Zun's deep gaze glanced at Mu Yin's crying eyes, and the question in his heart seemed to be answered. Could it be that Zheng'er reversed time just for...A Yin?
If this is the case, then everything Zheng'er does makes sense.
"Severely injured?" After hearing this, Mu Yin hurriedly asked, "What kind of injury is it?"
Coincidentally, Feng Xinglan and others also arrived here at this time. After hearing that Yunzheng was seriously injured, their expressions changed and they stared at Yunzheng worriedly.
"Brother Rong, what happened inside after you sent us out? How come Zhengzheng is unconscious?"
Emperor Zun was in a complicated mood. He couldn't tell them about reversing time, because based on his understanding of Zheng'er, she probably didn't want them to worry, so he just said: "We will talk about this later. I want to talk about it now." Take Zheng'er to a quiet place to heal, and if anything happens to you, call me."
The friends know that healing is important, so they won’t say anything more, so as not to delay the healing time.
Mu Yin nodded, looked at Yunzheng nervously, then looked up at Emperor Zun, and said in a serious tone: "Okay, Brother Rong, you must take care of Azheng, we will wait here for your return."
"Um."
Emperor Zun responded softly, then hugged Yunzheng and left the place.
The moment they left, Si Kouyuan, Sima Xun, Yu Wenzhou, Fan Yu'er and others caught up with them. They were panting, their steps were unsteady, and their whole bodies were swaying.
Sima Xun looked around, leaned over and gasped, and said: "Where is the Emperor? I just saw that the Emperor is still there..."
"Gone." Mo Jing said.
Si Kouyuan could still maintain normal breathing. She asked nervously: "Have you seen the junior sister? Is she okay?"
The junior sister rescued them again and again, expending a lot of energy and spiritual energy. They would never be able to repay these kindnesses in their lifetime.
Who would have thought that this little junior sister who looked so weak and weak could actually save so many people by herself...
Nangong Qingqing pursed her lips and said, "Zheng Zheng is now being taken away by Brother Rong for treatment."
"Little junior sister will be safe and sound." Sikou Yuan said firmly.
Sima Xun approached Sikou Yuan, an optimistic smile appeared on his pale handsome face, and then he echoed: "Senior sister is right, Yunzheng is such an interesting person, no matter how boring things happen, he can be safe Get through it.”
Sikou Yuan glanced at Sima Xun, her eyes gradually fell on his slightly sunken chest, and her eyes deepened slightly.
Sima Xun saw her looking over and grinned.
"Senior sister, I don't feel any pain. My manly husband only suffered such a small injury...it hurts!"
Before she finished speaking, Si Kooyuan raised her hand and touched Sima Xun's chest. In an instant, a burning pain came, making Sima Xun howl in pain and his face was distorted.
Si Kouyuan sneered coldly, "It's vulnerable."
After saying that, she took her hand back.
Sima Xun heard this and tried to argue. He surrounded her, chattering non-stop, and showing off his strong arms from time to time.
The geniuses present: "..." Isn't this a peacock spreading its tail, seeking a mate?
Sima Xun is such an optimistic person who can enjoy hardships, while other geniuses seem worried.
Because this place is not only barren, but even the spiritual energy is very barren.
This looks like what the ancient books say...a deserted continent.
Team Fengyun seemed particularly silent at this moment, and their mood was low and gloomy. From the Nine Gates of the Ancient World to this place, they had always relied on Zheng Zheng and Brother Rong to save them, but their strength was still too weak.
So weak that it is impossible to protect his companions.
They suddenly remembered the 'death disaster' that Zheng Zheng said. Has the 'death disaster' passed? Or did Zhengzheng block it for one of them?
Mu Yin lowered his eyes and stared at the ground absently.
Yan Chen, who was sitting next to him, asked, "Ayin, something hasn't been right with you since just now. Is there anything on your mind?"
Other friends also turned their eyes over.
Mu Yin slowly raised his eyes, his eyes full of energy. He looked at them and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Shen, can you beat me to death? I want to become stronger."
This sentence made Feng Xinglan and others fall silent.
For a long time, the wind rustled, and I don’t know who said something.
"We all need to get stronger."
…
the other side.
Somewhere, Emperor Zun was continuously transmitting the spiritual power in his body to Yunzheng's body, and her complexion also improved little by little.
As her complexion got better and better, the hair on her temples gradually faded away from the dark red color and returned to its original black and shiny hair color.
The power in her Dantian was still lacking.
At this moment, the cubs in Fengxing Space were transmitting their power to their master, condensing little bits of spiritual power.
"Master, wake up quickly!"
"Mother, the Twelve Treasures have always been very good, you must be safe and sound!"
"Yunzheng ant, you have drained me of all my strength. It's time to wake up and stop pretending to be asleep! The last time I slept was..." Three years.
Before he could finish speaking, Sanfeng raised his foot and stepped on Qiongqi hard.
Qiongqi hissed softly in pain.
He glared at Sanfeng angrily, "Sanfeng, don't think that I dare not hit you!"
Sanfeng snorted coldly.
Suddenly, Fengxing Space suddenly fell into silence, as if there was no sound.
Qifan fell into a deep sleep, and his cries disappeared...
All the Zaizai looked sad, worried, and complicated. The little old man Qifan must be in pain, right? The Hunyuan Tower was split into two halves, and the degree of damage to the artifact would directly affect the artifact spirit itself.
After all, the origin of the weapon spirit is the divine weapon.
Little Fatty Erbai secretly lowered his head to wipe his tears, sniffed, pouted and said, "Qi Fan, you need to wake up quickly."
