The severe pain caused Shui Miaomiao's consciousness to collapse. Everything in front of him became abstract. Accompanied by furtive whispers, it seemed as if someone was walking in. It was a familiar face with an unfamiliar expression.
Shui Miaomiao could clearly feel the bones of the hand pierced on her chest trembling, as if with fear and unwillingness.
The visitor raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised that the skeleton was trying to resist him, but then he thought about it, who would give up so easily if the immortal fate is prosperous?
It had been silent for so long that even a little skeleton dared to be rude to me.
"It's my thing! You deserve to think too much!"
With a disdainful snort, and with a snap of his fingers, the headless skeleton was instantly pulled apart by the black energy wrapped around it and scattered all over the floor.
Shui Miaomiao slipped down and was caught by the person with one hand, "Get out!"
The debris on the ground gathered together with great effort, and the "click-click-click" continued with force, but the head and neck flew out. The neck was broken into pieces that were too small, and there was no way to connect them at the moment.
The skeleton could only hold its own head, drill into the ground, and disappear.
"Ugh!" Shui Miaomiao, who thought she was saved, felt pain, and the wound on her chest was torn open again by the pressure.
Shui Miaomiao looked up and saw the profile of the visitor. He was cold and ruthless with a contemptuous smile. He lowered his eyes like a charity, but he was admiring the sadistic view of himself in Shui Miaomiao's eyes.
"Ahhhhh!"
The continuous pain miraculously gave Shui Miaomiao some clarity. This person was really familiar to him, and he should know him.
It's Mu Cang! No, is it Mu An? That’s not right, it’s the little brother.
Raising her hands to hug the person's neck, looking at his eyes covered with confusion, Shui Miaomiao smiled, rubbed the person's face with nostalgia and trust and murmured, falling into a coma, "I'm so lucky, it's you, little brother" , what’s your name, little brother?”
Who is the little brother?
Little brother.
Little brother!
Little brother, little brother, little brother...
A murmur turned into thousands of calls.
The visitor threw Shui Miaomiao away and covered his head with a ferocious expression, Damn it!
He finally gained control. How could a human being be so difficult to control?
And his weird technique actually absorbs his own power. If it weren't for the fact that he was concerned about the body's disappearing immortality, he would have taken it by force!
Now, all we can do is continuously weaken his thoughts, destroy his body, and seize his consciousness.
Tonight, he smelled the sweet smell, which was what he longed for. It was easy to get her and deal with this kid.
He was so impatient that he took the risk of the collapse of the immortal relationship and forced him to come. However, because of this little woman's words, the imprisoned man who seemed to have no desire for anything began to resist desperately.
damn it! damn it!
Being imprisoned and in darkness, drowned by pain, he sought out the light in the darkness, and his light was lying on the ground at this moment, "Miao, Miao?"
Taking a step forward, the world was spinning. No matter how unwilling he was, he could only lose consciousness due to exhaustion and fainted on the ground.
The night finally regained its silence.
"You little bastard! I'm going to beat you to death today!"
An Jue Lao was walking through the forest, constantly cursing, and he hadn't stopped since he brought Mu Cang back from the Beast Emperor Sect.
After waking up for a moment or two, he would talk some obscure nonsense, then faint again, and from time to time there would be large wounds on his body.
In order to maintain Mu Cang's life, Mr. An Jue went into the private treasury of the younger half.
Now Mr. An Jue, Gu Pu, regrets very much that he had carried someone back from the Beast Emperor Sect, but he couldn't really stand by and watch. After all, he worshiped him and had a master-disciple relationship.
He could only hang himself with something, but after not seeing anyone for a long time, he would wake up. In a few days, the immortality he had plundered would be exhausted.
That person is really useless. Medicine and stone have no effect. People without immortality can only survive in the world of gods and demons for a moment. This is an unbreakable rule.
While he was worrying about this matter, he was surprised to see Mu Cang appear at the door of the room, his eyes dark and shining. An Jue Lao was unprepared and was whipped away by a sleeve.
This is to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor!
Although An Jue Lao was not injured, he came up in a rage and chased all the way. At such a fast speed, he was shocked to realize that something was wrong. He actually lost someone!
Finally, he followed the smell of blood and looked at the two people lying on the ground, hands folded together. An Jue raised his eyebrows with a complicated expression.
Are there magnets on these two people? How come you can meet them anywhere!
Mu Cang was still in a coma before tonight. Where did he get the power from?
After grumbling for a while, An Jue Lao sighed and carried the two of them back to the Undefeated Sect with great effort. He didn't see anything but had to finish the scene. He owed them both in his previous life...
Shui Miaomiao had a nightmare.
A very simple and crude dream, that she was going to die.
Waking up from his dream, Shui Miaomiao sat up like a carp.
"Hiss~" His mouth hurt, and Shui Miaomiao didn't know whether to cover his chest or head. It hurt anyway.
There was a dull pain in my chest, and my memory of yesterday was blurry again.
She ran, she lured the skeleton away, she couldn't run anymore, she was about to die, what next?
The burning pain in his scalp did not allow him time to think quietly. Shui Miaomiao looked sideways and widened his eyes. It was Mu Cang who was sleeping very insecurely, tugging on a strand of his hair.
With his hair wrapped around his fingers, Mu Cang seemed to be holding everything that belonged to him.
"Little brother?" Shui Miaomiao exclaimed. The memory of last night was like an aging black and white TV. The clips flickered. It seemed that he had indeed seen the little brother. Did the little brother scare away the skeleton?
Not too possible.
Could it be that I am thinking about something every day and dreaming about it at night?
There was a figure shaking outside the window. Maybe it was my little brother's master An Lao who saved him.
He didn't want to wake up Mu Cang. He was pale and had dark marks under his eyes. He must have rarely slept. Shui Miaomiao didn't know that her face was three points paler than Mu Cang's.
The Shui Ying Hidden Phantom Blade cut off the strands of hair and placed them all in Mu Cang's hands, and then he climbed out of bed lightly.
Only a few steps away, Shui Miaomiao was panting slightly with her hands on the door frame. Her vision turned black. She was seriously injured.
An Jue Lao estimated that it would take about four or five days to wake up. Unexpectedly, Shui Miaomiao fell to the ground on her own in just one night. This kind of perseverance is extremely difficult for ordinary people.
Opening the door, there was An Jue Lao dressed in white and practicing Tai Chi-like skills. Behind him was a red sun. He looked like an immortal.
Seeing Mr. An Jue withdraw his move, Shui Miaomiao, who was leaning against the door, stood up and saluted, "Thank you, Mr. An, for saving me."
An Jue Lao nodded and responded, naturally he saved it, otherwise the injury would have cooled down a little later, or he would have been dragged away by wild beasts in the mountains.
"Little brother?"
"I got hurt trying to save you. You don't know, he..." Mr. An Jue was talking nonsense, and he was very happy to earn some favors for Mu Cang.
The worry in Shui Miaomiao's eyes thickened again. She looked back, her pupils dilated, her eyes filled with panic, and she threw herself towards the bed with hands and feet.
