Those present looked at the saint in front of them, and then looked at the door. Outside the door, there was still the sound of negotiations between the saint on the top floor and the representatives of demons and monsters.
After negotiation, the possessed people had retreated to the lake shore. There was no noise outside, except for the ethereal and graceful voice of the saint, negotiating with the representatives of demons and monsters.
Someone muttered in confusion: "Why are there two saints?"
Although they were puzzled, they all stood up to salute the saint.
Yan Wuyou looked at the people who had been injured and stained with blood in order to protect the saint, and his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable. Especially when he saw Mu Yichen and his son, his heart couldn't help but twitch slightly - it was heartache!
When Yan Wuyou saw that everyone was about to stand up and salute, he hurriedly stretched out his white jade-like hands and pressed them gently to show that you were not going to stand up and there was no need to be polite.
Then he made a series of beautiful gestures such as silence, listening quietly, waiting quietly, etc.
The people present were slightly stunned, and quietly returned to everyone in understanding. The attic instantly became silent.
Waves of fresh and elegant lotus fragrance emanated from Yan Wuyou's body, which made those who heard it feel soothed and calmed down inexplicably.
Yan Wuyou took out three bottles of quick-acting healing pills from his secret pocket and put them in his hand. He turned his head slightly and asked the palace lady behind him softly: "Beautiful sister, how many pills are in each bottle of these quick-acting healing pills?"
After hearing this, Gong'e smiled and responded softly without thinking: "There are as many as twenty pills in each bottle."
Hearing this, Yan Wuyou squirmed slightly with his Liu Yue eyebrows and looked at Gong E behind him. Then, he muttered with an embarrassed look on his face: "Then these three bottles are enough for thirty people, and there are still two bottles left? How can this be? good?"
Gong E was stared at by Yan Wuyou's scorching eyes, and it was difficult to ignore her! Gong E looked uncomfortable when she was looked at, and finally reluctantly took out the only two bottles of quick-acting pills from her secret pocket.
Gong E, with a forced smile on her face, endured the pain and handed two bottles of quick-acting pills to Yan Wuyou, and said in a calm voice: "The saint owes me fifty merit points."
Yan Wuyou, who took the elixir from Gong'e's hand, heard this and responded calmly with a calm expression: "Beautiful sister, this is not very kind. The price is higher than Yue Zuo's, are you taking advantage of the situation?"
After hearing this, Gong E was not upset, but she smiled helplessly and said lightly: "Holy girl, these words are too serious.
In Yunyue Palace, elixirs are all obtained through rewards based on merit, but with the abilities of our little palace ladies, they are naturally harder to come by than those of Yuezuo.
If the saint thinks that my price is high, it doesn't matter, just return it to me. You can go to the Yuezuo Envoy to ask for it.
As a reminder, Yue Zuo Shi’s elixirs were almost empty by the Saint, and there are probably very few elixirs left for emergency use. "
After hearing this, Yan Wuyou suddenly came to his senses, smiled awkwardly, and said in an apologetic tone: "I'm really sorry, it was my poor thinking that made the beautiful sister laugh. I hope that the beautiful sister will forgive me."
The palace maid smiled slightly and accepted Yan Wuyou's apology generously: "It's okay. Saint, go and get busy."
After Gong E finished speaking, she looked at the seriously injured people. Yan Wuyou followed Gong E's gaze and immediately gave Gong E two bottles of quick-acting pills back.
Holding the only three bottles of quick-acting pills left in his hand, he quickly walked towards the seriously injured patients.
Gong E looked at the two bottles of quick-acting pills returned to her hands. She was taking a long and slow breath, and her heart was secretly filled with joy. Anyway, the quick-acting pills in the saint's hand were enough for the number of people who were in urgent need of quick-acting pills to heal their injuries and save their lives.
But Yan Wuyou said calmly: "I would like to trouble my beautiful sister to help distribute the elixirs."
Yan Wuyou's words were like a basin of ice water that extinguished the little flame in Gong'e's heart. Gong'e was stunned for a moment. Well, she underestimated the size of the saint!
Gong'e responded softly: "No." She could only silently step forward to help apply the medicine.
Everyone present happily accepted the elixir given by the saint. Only Mu Yichen still had an expressionless face when facing the elixir handed to him by Yan Wuyou, but he finally accepted it.
There was also Mu Yanhui, who looked melancholy when facing his daughter-in-law whom he didn't know very well, but he didn't refuse the elixir.
Yan Wuyou did not stay long when he was administering the elixir. After administering the elixir and comforting all the injured patients present, Yan Wuyou was about to explain to everyone present,
But the faint uneasiness in her heart made her unable to calm down. She looked around depressedly at everyone present, and suddenly discovered that Yang Fan and the few guards with Yang Fan were not present.
Although Yan Wuyou's face was calm, his heart was impatient. He said in a cold tone and unhurried voice: "Everyone here is here to heal your wounds. I, the saint, will go out."
As soon as he finished speaking, several generals who could fight again stood up. It was their duty to defend their home and country, and it would be an honor to die!
Those who were seriously injured were unable to do anything even if they wanted to fight to death, so they could only sigh and hang their heads in shame.
Yan Wuyou smiled happily and said, "Just wait here for the instructions from this saint."
After Yan Wuyou finished speaking, he quickly walked to the door, stopped, closed his eyes and let out his consciousness, and his consciousness spread outward.
There were more than a dozen half-dead people lying on the ground in front of the door. They had broken into the formation when they were possessed by evil spirits, and were also injured by the formation and could not get up. However, Yang Fan and several others were not found.
Consciousness continued to spread outwards, and in front of the door of the Saint's Attic lay seriously injured, seriously injured and unconscious people, and even dead people.
Looking at this tragic scene, one could tell how fierce the guard battle was last night. Yan Wuyou couldn't help but sigh, but the troublemaker and Yang Fan were not found yet.
However, Yan Wuyou's consciousness reached its limit and could no longer extend outward, so he had to withdraw his consciousness.
Yan Wuyou opened his beautiful eyes and carefully opened the door to a crack. Through the crack, most of the sky was filled with fish belly white.
Yan Wuyou finally saw Yang Fan and the guards led by Yang Fan on the shore of the Saintess Pavilion!
Yan Wuyou had to admit that consciousness that consumes spiritual energy is sometimes not as convenient, fast, and labor-saving as the naked eye!
Seeing that although they were injured, they were confronting the demons and monsters on the lake shore with undiminished momentum. They did not have the slightest fear, but looked at death calmly!
Yan Wuyou quickly tried to use the Spiritual Language Technique on Yang Fan, but the Spiritual Language Technique was useless to Yang Fan from a distance of three feet.
Yan Wuyou could only gently close the door again, turned around and walked back. Before going upstairs, Yan Wuyou repeatedly warned: "Don't act rashly. Wait for instructions. I will explain it later."
After finishing speaking, he explained a few words to Gong E using the spirit language technique, and then quickly ran upstairs. Those present watched the saint move as fast as the wind, and her visual strength was higher than every powerful warrior present. , the holy image of the saint in my heart has risen again!
Yan Wuyou returned to the sixth floor, quickly changed into the same clothes as Gong E, put on a hooded light green cloak, and went up to the top floor.
Yan Wuyou stood silently and nonchalantly in the queue of the five palace ladies. Yue Lingxi and the five palace ladies acted in tacit understanding without any expression or movement.
Yan Wuyou used the spirit language technique on Xiao Qingyi who was standing on the edge: "Little Qingyi, you fly to the shore in front of Yang Fan and the others before Xiao Wuyou, take Yang Fan and the others back to the Saintess Pavilion, and tell them about your home county." The Lord has something to tell you. '
Xiao Qingyi replied with the spirit language technique: "Nuo." ’ Then he gently tugged on the corner of Xiao Wuyou’s cloak and said softly: “Saintess, I humbly go and recall those warriors first, and then you can negotiate with them.”
Little Wuyou tilted his head slightly and continued chatting with the monsters and monsters on the other side of the building downstairs.
Xiao Qingyi flew down and with a few words, Yang Fan and others quickly retreated to the Saintess Pavilion and never came out again.
After watching the evil spirits separate from the body, Xiao Wuyou, who no longer had any worries, finally flew down and landed next to Xiao Qingyi,
Then he led Xiao Qingyi across the lake and gradually disappeared with the team of monsters and monsters.
But no one in the Holy Lady's Pavilion dared to act rashly. Yan Wuyou also stood with a solemn expression on the same spot as the Yue Zuo Envoy and the palace maids without moving at all, as if waiting for something...
It wasn't until the sparse roosters crowed that Yan Wuyou's face under the green veil relaxed, but he still waited without moving.
When the crowing rooster opened his throat and crowing to his heart's content, and the sun jumped out from the east, Yan Wuyou raised the corner of his mouth in triumph and said lightly: "It's done."
After hearing this, Yue Lingxi and the palace ladies breathed a long sigh of relief and went to find a place to rest.
Yan Wuyou changed into the silver-white attire of a saint on the sixth floor and came to the first floor. He saw that the injuries of the seriously injured patients had stabilized and the non-seriously injured ones were also getting better.
Yan Wuyou said in a relaxed and indifferent tone: "The saint last night was the clone of this saint. The clone has already controlled the evil leader who instigated the demons and monsters to cause trouble last night.
You can rest assured and go back to your respective mansions or homes to recuperate. "
Everyone who heard this was shocked, clone technique? !This is a god-level secret technique that divides and shortens one’s lifespan!
Some people know that the true identity of the Saint is Princess Yan Wuyou, and they lament in their hearts that the princess who has been baptized by thunder and lightning has really awakened the soul with divine power and magic!
The princes and generals who were originally prejudiced against the sudden appearance of the Saint now completely respected and worshiped the Saint!
The hanging heart finally returned to its place safely, and the shouts of "Good luck to the saint!" resounded throughout Crescent Lake.
Yang Fan, who was sleeping, was awakened by the shouting. When his eyes found the safe and sound princess, he smiled happily.
