"No, no!"
The raised long sword stabbed Yuanyu, colorful clouds rolled in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck down, breaking the long sword and sending Ying Yunsu flying backwards. Wenren Hongye flew away and caught Ying Yunsu.
He may not love his unborn son, but he really loves Ying Yunsu. The blood soaked his clothes and skirts, probably because he was angry. Wenren Hongye was at a loss and could only hold Ying Yunsu tightly.
If the Saint Yuan Ancestor wants to plot, no one can escape. He knows that Ying Yun has a stubborn temper. If he finds out, the first thing he thinks is that he will die.
Everything was ready, including the lightning that struck one after another from the sky, which was lightly blocked by an invisible figure.
Since we were going to create a god, how could we not have a birth vision? Everything was ready, except for the small accident that Ying Yunsu was still in the world of gods and demons.
"Ahhhhhhh." Ying Yunsu roared in pain, clutching Wenren Hongye's collar tightly, "Take me away quickly."
Although the words were cruel, Ying Yunsu still softened her heart when she felt the fetus struggling in her belly, urging Wen Ren Hongye, "Are you going to watch your son turn into a puddle of blood as soon as he is born?"
so? What is this?
True or false? Virtual or real? Past or future?
There were rumors that he was born at the junction of the world of gods and demons and the mortal world, and there were visions in the sky when he was born. Wen Renxian just laughed it off when he heard about it. How could he know what happened before he was born?
So it's all true?
If all this is true, my mother will raise her sword to cut herself! Wen Renxian had a splitting headache and felt like it was going to explode, and blood kept oozing out of his right pupil.
The picture keeps jumping, fast forwarding, and rewinding. It is a world of gods and demons where mountains and earth are falling apart, and a world of gods and demons where all things are resurrected.
It was about to burst Wen Renxian’s brain.
"Miaomiao!" Leng Ningchi said nervously, stepping forward quickly. Feeling the passage of time around Wenrenxian, he suddenly froze and grabbed the pendant around his neck.
Shui Miaomiao sat up from the ground and propped up Wen Renxian's face. He seemed to have fallen into a coma, his brows were furrowed and he was still crying blood.
It was fine just now, why was it so sudden?
Leng Ningchi lowered his head and held the necklace tightly, as if whispering something. He squatted down and held down Shui Miaomiao who was going to find a doctor.
Shui Miaomiao looked at Leng Ningchi in confusion.
Leng Ningchi shook his head slightly, "It's okay, let me do it."
Sure?
Not knowing how to explain it, Leng Ningchi avoided Shui Miaomiao's sight.
Shui Miaomiao sighed softly, looked at Wen Renxian in her arms, and patted his face gently. He must have really fainted, so let's help him to bed first.
The two of them worked together to lift Wen Renxian onto the bed.
Shui Miaomiao stood up straight and wiped the sweat from his forehead. His eyes caught sight of Leng Ningchi holding Wen Renxian's hand tightly with both hands.
Surprised, his eyes widened.
Just seeing that Leng Ningchi seemed to be mumbling words, he also felt that the restless spiritual energy around him was balancing, and he swallowed back the doubts in his heart.
Shui Miaomiao's perception of spiritual energy is much more sensitive than ordinary people. When Wenrenxian started weeping blood, she noticed something unusual. However, she couldn't comfort her. Since Leng Ningchi had a way, she couldn't be bothered.
At the entrance of the tent, the man carrying the food box stood silently with his head lowered and looked at no evil.
"For Chengxian Lingjun?" Shui Miaomiao stepped forward and asked, "Leave it to me."
Handing out the food box, the visitor quickly exited the tent.
Looking back, Leng Ningchi was still holding Wen Renxian's hand tightly, but he no longer rested his forehead against his hands and muttered words. He raised his head and stared at Wen Renxian quietly.
Upon seeing this, Shui Miaomiao put down the food box.
He found a towel, wet it, and wiped the blood stain on Wen Renxian's right eye.
"Are you really okay?" Shui Miaomiao asked softly, but Leng Ning was startled.
Looking at the panicked Leng Ningchi, Shui Miaomiao was stunned.
Leng Ningchi hurriedly let go of his hand and sat upright, his face hidden under the veil red, "Well, I just, just."
"Are you sorting out your spiritual energy?" Shui Miaomiao thoughtfully gave the reason.
Leng Ningchi nodded, "Yeah, it's just that the spiritual energy suddenly went into chaos. If you calm it down, it will be fine. Chengxian Lingjun will be fine too,"
"I mean, why do I feel a little uneasy about the spiritual energy around me, but now it's gone? Ningchi, you are so amazing."
Leng Ningchi, who was praised, lowered her head and grabbed her skirt uneasily with her hands. She didn't like this feeling, this feeling of knowing what she was hiding but being infinitely tolerant.
She seemed to look very bad.
But it seemed to be true, and she was not sure that Wen Renxian's abnormality was caused by her, but in the end she stopped Shui Miaomiao who wanted to call a doctor.
While Leng Ningchi lowered his head and thought, Shui Miaomiao felt Wenrenxian's pulse. It was a little messy, but it was much better than his own.
After all, Wen Renxian's injury was not suitable for publicity.
What's more, none of the doctors in the neighboring harbor are very good. The previous doctor didn't notice anything except that his spiritual power was exhausted.
Shui Miaomiao packed up Wen Renxian, covered him with a quilt, and opened the food box beside him.
"Ningchi didn't just bring porridge to my master, but not me anything to eat, right?" I didn't expect that Shui Miaomiao was fine. Now, looking at the hot white porridge, Shui Miaomiao felt that her saliva had started to flow. Flooded.
"How could it be!" Leng Ningchi was diverted from his thoughts by Shui Miaomiao, "Yours is down there. It's just porridge, but it's fried a few vegetables. Unfortunately, the conditions are limited."
Before Leng Ningchi finished speaking, Shui Miaomiao picked up the bowl and had already finished half of it.
"Be careful, it's hot." Leng Ning said belatedly.
She just needed some food in her stomach, but she was not in the mood to taste something salty.
"Alas." Shui Miaomiao took a few words, put down the bowl, looked at the unconscious Wen Renxian, sighed remorsefully, and scratched his head, "I haven't woken up for long, and I fainted again. What should I do? what to do."
Leng Ningchi thought of something and suggested, "I can watch here, Miaomiao, you go and do your work."
Without thinking much, Shui Miaomiao shook her head and refused. She was not in a hurry. She had to make sure Wen Renxian was okay first.
"But there is someone named Rongrong outside who is asking for Sanshui."
"She just wants to sell her account, why don't we drive her away!" My head is already big enough, and I really don't want to deal with other things anymore.
"Lan Jixuan said you would be able to use her."
After two or three seconds of silence, Shui Miaomiao reluctantly said, "Lejia, Letian Suiyuan? Is this the only auction house in the entire world of gods and demons?"
"There are many auction houses, but there is only one, Lotte Suiyuan. According to Lan Jixuan, Lotte Suiyuan is the only auction house that has never had any auction items go missing or have been directly robbed during the auction."
Shui Miaomiao touched her face and swallowed back the thousands of curse words in her heart. Although the Mermaid Tears were a rare treasure, everyone didn't know it and thought they were just pretty.
