The wheelchair stopped suddenly.
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooouchs on the quiet street. Master Jun Jun looked back in surprise and saw that Shui Miaomiao had sat down on the ground at some point, and carefully held onto Master Jun. A piece of clothing, pious and fearful.
She looked up at him, her pear blossoms covered with rain, "You can't leave me~ You can't wuwuwuwu..."
There were few people on the street, but there were enough people to circle around, pointing and talking.
Shui Miaomiao actually didn't say anything, but looking at her gesture of refusing to speak and her affectionate makeup, no one would be able to conjure up a story about an infatuated person and a ruthless man.
She would not threaten her status as a weapon master, but she decided to decide the Demon Realm!
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu for you
"You, you, you," Master Jun said incoherently with a livid face. If he wasn't in a wheelchair, he wouldn't care about the advice from the onlookers. It's not like he doesn't have gossip, but now, he is Fu Lingjun.
"shut up!"
Shui Miaomiao seemed to be frightened. She covered her mouth and nose with a trembling hand in an effort to hide her cry. Her eyebrows that had been specially painted showed a timid tone, and she begged, "Please, please take me with you." "
"Get up." Master Jun took a deep breath, and the veins on his neck were ugly.
'You agreed? 'Shui Miaomiao's voice was light and airy.
"Yes." Master Jun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and nodded. If he didn't agree, Shui Miaomiao might not know what he would come up with.
Brother, how could I think she was cute and lovable yesterday?
Shui Miaomiao's cold voice came, 'I'll make an oath first...'
"You, you are such an unreasonable woman, you have no sense of shame, there is nothing you can't do! The viciousness of your heart is unheard of, you"
On the fairy boat, Shui Miaomiao, who had washed her face, held her chin and looked at Jun Weapon Master, who had been cursing all morning. For the sake of her own ears, she interrupted helplessly, "In the end, it wasn't the flash charm that was used. That short episode made them If you can’t remember it at all, it will definitely not implicate Fu Lingjun Qingyu.”
"You are really thoughtful."
"Of course." Shui Miaomiao raised her head.
"Do you think I'm praising you? You're proud of me!"
Seeing that Master Jun was about to curse again, Shui Miaomiao hurriedly stepped forward and begged for mercy softly, "That's it now. Anyway, I'm on my way."
"Hmph." Master Jun turned his head to reject Shui Miaomiao's overtures, and sarcastically said with anger, "Why are you going to the Demon Realm now that you can't control a sword? Are you delivering food?"
Shui Miaomiao clenched her fists and said forcefully, "I will recover as soon as possible."
"Oh, even if you recover, you will be of no use. The wandering spirits in the Demon Realm can blow away your small body." Master Jun rolled his eyes at Shui Miaomiao, wondering about her persistence, "Why do you have to go to the Demon Realm? ? What can I do if I go?"
Shui Miaomiao was stunned when Master Jun suddenly asked him so seriously, and subconsciously replied, "Go and save people."
But how to save? She was only thinking about how to get to the Demon Realm, but Shui Miaomiao had no idea what to do after arriving in the Demon Realm, and her confidence gradually weakened.
"You, save people?" Master Jun looked at Shui Miaomiao up and down questioningly. Seeing her lowering her head in shame, he chuckled and pinched her cheek, making her look up at him.
"The Demon Realm itself is dangerous, and the people who are in the Demon Realm are all demon cultivators or wanted people. They are extremely evil and have no conscience. Who can you save?"
"You, let go first!" Shui Miaomiao bared her teeth and kicked Jun Weapon Master hard before she got rid of his hand, her eyes shining brightly.
Jun Weapon Master really had no strength at all, and all his blows were dead hands. His cheeks were pinched red, with a burning sting.
Shui Miaomiao covered her face and glared at Master Jun and shouted angrily, "If we can't save anyone, I can just go and collect the body! I'm also worried about what I can do. I can't just watch my friend die. I hate it." I feel helpless and can only watch. I know I may not be able to do anything, but I want to make my heart feel better. Is there anything wrong with it?"
Master Jun wanted to ask who it was that Shui Miaomiao risked his life to save, but when Shui Miaomiao yelled like this, he didn't know what to say.
Shui Miaomiao made it very clear that she was doing it for herself.
After a while, Master Jun muttered, "The problem with you is that you are too soft-hearted, but that's not possible in the world of gods and demons."
Shui Miaomiao raised her eyebrows and glanced at Master Jun, who was really too lazy to pay attention to him. If she was a hard-hearted person, she would not have met the two brothers. She would probably have been clicked the moment she knew the identities of Master Jun and Fu Lingjun.
Master Jun, who was trying to tell Shui Miaomiao to be hard-hearted, also spoke softer and softer.
"Ahem, what's that?" Master Jun coughed dryly and tried to change the subject, "You said three meals a day are included. I'm hungry now."
"Go drink the northwest wind." Shui Miaomiao rolled her eyes at Jun Weapon Master, and turned around and walked to her room without hesitation. She was going to sit down and try to recover as soon as possible. Shui Miaomiao was worried all the way back to the room. He was cursing, "Nine-fold revenge, you'd better wait for me. If you really ask me to collect the body, I will crush you to ashes. It's so irritating, ah! Ahhhh~"
After traveling long distances for several days and nights, Shui Miaomiao curled up on the bed, breathing hard. Her face was pale and lifeless even without makeup. It was obviously the same world, but suddenly the air became heavy, and every piece of air was intertwined. The evil spirit of blood clings to people in an airtight net, stuffing their mouth and nose.
Shui Miaomiao always felt like someone was holding a blade covered in blood and sand and grinding it against her throat, causing her every breath and every breath to be tortured.
Master Jun held the medicine bowl and pushed open the door. He strode forward, helped Shui Miaomiao sit up, and said angrily, "Yes! If I want you to show off your strength, you have to come with me."
He said rude words but gently moved Shui Miaomiao to lean on his shoulder. Master Jun warmed up the cold decoction, half-fed and half-drinked it to Shui Miaomiao with a frown on his face, and wiped the corners of her mouth with concern. Asked, "Do you feel better?"
Shui Miaomiao shook her head. No medicine would work now. What she needed most at the moment was an oxygen bottle.
"So what's going on with your spiritual power!" Master Jun was distressed and annoyed, and kept talking eloquently, "You always say it doesn't matter, it's fast, it's fast, but it turns out that you have entered the demon realm and haven't recovered. If you can use it, It won’t be so uncomfortable if spiritual power is used as protection.”
Master Jun didn't know that such a situation would happen at first. It was the first time he stepped into the Demon Realm. His cultivation level was already above the transformation stage. There was a turbid and gritty feeling in the air and the blood-evil and cold air that followed him like a shadow. , it was naturally filtered and blocked out.
He also thought that Shui Miaomiao could hug her thighs. At least with him by her side, she could swim almost anywhere in the Demon Realm. If she asked him to help save people, should he agree?
It's a pity that Shui Miaomiao never said anything and didn't give Jun Weapon Master a chance to be proud. She was about to die due to the turbid air in the Demon Realm. Her spiritual power was running too slowly and she couldn't afford protection.
(End of chapter)
