"What's going on? What's wrong with him? What's wrong?" Shui Miaomiao held Mu Cang's hand tightly and asked An Jue Lao outside the door.
An Juelao frowned.
He thought Mu Cang woke up, but Mu Cang didn't. Basically, An Jue Lao didn't know what happened to Mu Cang? What on earth did he do on the day the Huntian Magic Instrument rang!
An Jue Lao shook his head helplessly. Mu Cang finally had very little of the immortality he had plundered. He should have been able to last for a few days, but yesterday's "Hero Saves the Beauty" incident happened.
His body was festering, and his skin was like gravel flying. Mu Cang, who couldn't wake up, let out a painful cry.
Shui Miaomiao has seen this scene before, she has seen it in her dream...it will end up exploding into a pool of blood, but how is that possible? how can that be possible!
"He has his own problems." An Jue Lao said casually, and then handed down the verdict, "Unless he wakes up now, he can save it, and all other methods will be ineffective."
Listening to Shui Miaomiao's sobs, An Jue's heart also felt sour.
Mu Cang can be said to be his longest apprentice, and he is also the one who is least carefree. That is to say, it is because he is careless that he is the one who makes people care the most.
But there is nothing in the world of gods and demons that can increase immortality. Mu Cang can only wake up and use his mental skills to plunder immortality.
"Little brother, little brother." Shui Miaomiao was at a loss. She held down the wounds that were constantly crumbling, but she couldn't delay them for half a second. It was too much.
"Little brother, little brother, open your eyes and look at me, look at me!"
Shui Miaomiao had no time to think carefully about what An Lao said, but she was determined in her heart, as long as she wakes up, then please wake up.
I dare not shake my little brother.
Shui Miaomiao knelt beside the bed and called bitterly.
Mu Cang is very important and nothing should happen to him. He still needs to treat Wen Renxian's injuries.
Shui Miaomiao was not thinking about anything at this time. She just wanted her little brother to wake up and take a look at her.
"Damn it, do you want your life?"
Looking at the angry demonic figure in front of him, Mu Cang smiled provocatively.
He can't leave on his own now, because of the weird technique, so nothing can happen to this body, and he has already stopped suppressing Mu Cang and wants him to repair this body that is riddled with holes.
Mu Cang, on the other hand, refused to leave in the darkness. Instead, he worked crazily to attract the devil, consuming the immortality in his body.
Mu Cang looked a little dull and stubborn. That was because all his heart was on Shui Miaomiao.
Although he was only awake for four or five seconds last night, he already knew clearly that there was something in his body, and he was trying to hurt Shui Miaomiao.
The Demon-Yining Zai seemed to be able to consume that thing to death. Before falling into darkness last night, Mu Cang desperately ran the Demon-Yining Zai.
Although the operation of the magic weapon can make life worse than death, every time it operates, all the bones in the body feel as if they are being crushed.
But Mu Cang was fearless and he would not allow anyone to hurt Shui Miaomiao.
"Madman! Madman! Do you think this is useful?" Mo Ying was furious, but he couldn't stop Mu Cang from turning around.
"Human beings without immortality cannot survive in the world of gods and demons!"
Thinking that Mu Cang didn't seem to be afraid of this, what he was doing now was to run the magic weapon, consume the immortal fate, and try to consume himself to death, so he changed his words, "Even if I draw all my power, your mortal body will not be able to bear it. You You will experience the most terrible pain in the world, and you will regret coming to this world!"
Mu Cang looked disdainful, he could clearly feel the dissipation of immortality and the passage of life.
This is a desperate fight, so why not go completely crazy? There is only a situation of life and death, and there is no other possibility.
Unfortunately, Shui Miaomiao cried again. Those calls seemed to be tearing out Mu Cang's heart. This was what Mu Cang was most afraid of.
Seeing the black blood flowing out of Mu Cang's seven orifices, Shui Miaomiao couldn't keep calm.
Little brother Gu Min is destined to be immortal, otherwise he would not be able to overcome the mortal obstacles, but everything seems strangely wrong.
People without immortality cannot survive in the world of gods and demons, but there are exceptions. Shui Miaomiao has seen exceptions. How are exceptions made?
The memory of the Ice Palace is too far away, and it forms a barrier with the cold air, making it difficult for people to concentrate their thoughts. Forget it if they can't remember it, then try it next to it.
Shui Ying turned into a dagger. Shui Miaomiao rolled up his sleeves, looked at his slender wrist, found the blood vessels and raised the dagger.
"No!" Mu Cang shouted in his heart as he looked at this scene, and the demon-drawing commander suddenly accelerated to a peak. As he said, the energy was too great and Mu Cang couldn't bear it or digest it, so let's use up the immortality and die together!
The demonic shadow turned into black water, surged up onto Mu Cang, and instantly covered Mu Cang's body. He had no time to resist, and the Yin Mo Zai, who had been blocked by layers of obstacles, suddenly absorbed everything like a fish in water.
If you can’t die or possess, then just assimilate. Not all humans have such virtues...
"No!" Mu Cang sat up like a corpse and grabbed Shui Miaomiao's hand.
"Little brother?" Their eyes met. The little brother's eyes were dark and shiny, temporarily unable to reflect anything, but Shui Miaomiao's eyes reflected Mu Cang.
With a shaky body, Shui Miaomiao rushed forward, hugged Mu Cang's neck and cried loudly.
Mu Cang woke up, but the ulcers on his body remained unabated.
But An Jue Lao said that the little brother would be fine when he woke up. Holding the little brother tightly, Shui Miaomiao was afraid of losing him again and looked at the dagger in his hand.
Mu Cang couldn't concentrate his thoughts and swallowed involuntarily. A sweet smell came from Shui Miaomiao. He was so hungry.
The wounds on Shui Miaomiao's body that had only been treated briefly had already opened and stained herself, the bed, and Mu Cang's eyes red.
He pushed Shui Miaomiao away cruelly and hit the wall hard.
Hearing that voice, Mu Cang didn't dare to look back. He fell off the bed on both hands and feet, stumbled out of the room, and escaped from here.
Shui Miaomiao covered the back of her head, feeling like she had a concussion.
Where is the little brother?
It was difficult to move out of bed.
An Juelao appeared at the door, cast a shadow, and said slowly, "The kid is fine. He just needs to wake up. This is his natural disease and it will attack from time to time. As long as he is awake when the attack occurs, leave him alone." Just know how to do it.”
"Isn't there a radical cure?" Shui Miaomiao blurted out as she saw that everything was still a double image. The little brother who was ill looked really in pain.
Obviously he didn't expect Shui Miaomiao to ask such a question right away. An Jue was stunned for a few seconds, "Maybe there is, but I don't know."
Don’t know?
Knowing that her little brother was fine and needed to be alone for a while, Shui Miaomiao sat quietly on the bed, her whole body no longer looking crazy.
But An Jue Lao couldn't look away. What was she thinking about at the moment?
Shui Miaomiao, who was covered in blood, looked extremely miserable, but she was even more dazzling than the red sun rising on the horizon, attracting people's attention but making it difficult to look directly at her.
He was really old. An Jue Lao blinked and looked away, unable to see anything that was too bright.
"Call someone to take care of your injury."
"Ah? No need." Shui Miaomiao, who had lost his mind and didn't know what he was thinking, came back to his senses and smiled habitually, "Thank you, Mr. An, I can handle it myself."
Old An Jue didn't say much and closed the door to the room.
The kind smile disappeared in an instant. It was time to see what stupid things his miserable apprentice had done, which almost killed him...
