Lying on the bed, Shui Miaomiao felt as if she was being pressed into rough sand. Her mouth and nose were burning and festering, and there was bleeding and sand everywhere.
In a daze, Shui Miaomiao was hanging on tightly because she was determined to beat her to death.
"Get up, hold on." The disheveled Jun Weapon Master rushed to the bed and picked up Shui Miaomiao. A hollow mask made of twisted black wire was eagerly brought to Shui Miaomiao by the Jun Weapon Master. face.
As Shui Miaomiao breathed and breathed, the black iron began to glow faintly. Only by looking closely could you see the alternating red and black flashes, as if she was breathing.
Shui Miaomiao instinctively opened her mouth. The air in front of the mask was so disgusting that she didn't even want to breathe hard. Now, like a young seedling after a long drought, she couldn't wait to spread her brows and try to open her eyes.
"Alas~~" Master Jun took a long breath and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with a wry smile. For the first time, he was so lucky that he knew how to refine weapons and the best weapons, and did not give up just because he was questioned and slandered.
Open your eyes.
The intermittent lack of oxygen left Shui Miaomiao's brain in a blank state. A pair of big eyes could vaguely see bloodshot threads entwined with water vapor. He stared at Master Jun unconsciously for a long time. Master Jun's heart almost melted as he looked at Shui Miaomiao. Miaomiao suddenly frowned and blinked away the mist, "Am I dead?"
Otherwise, why would you see Jun Weapon Master with disheveled hair and gray face looking at him with twinkling eyes, feeling distressed and doting on him.
"Bah!" Master Jun immediately vomited on the ground aside and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I can kill you even if I'm here!"
Lying in Master Jun's arms, Shui Miaomiao raised her hand and touched her cheek, "What is this? Gas mask? Air filter? Thank you."
Although she didn't fully understand it yet, Shui Miaomiao's sincere gratitude came out when she touched the cold mask on her face.
"Yes." Master Jun nodded pretending to be profound, and helped Shui Miaomiao sit up. "If you still feel any discomfort, just tell me. I can make changes while the stove is still on."
Shui Miaomiao glanced at herself in the dressing table mirror from a distance and tried to move the mask on her face.
It looks like a heavy thing in the mirror, and it moves without any hindrance.
The overall color is mainly black, and as it breathes, it flashes a bright red light as if it is alive, which is a bit cool.
"Thank you for saving me. It's such a handsome mask." Shui Miaomiao thanked her again, holding her face and tapping the mask with her fingers, smiling and frowning.
"No, it's nothing." Facing Shui Miaomiao's smile, Master Jun moved his face away with some embarrassment. He was someone who didn't appreciate compliments. Shui Miaomiao still had some discernment. Master Jun held down the corner of his mouth and whispered. He said, "If it wasn't a time emergency, it could be better. This one is just so-so."
"Hahaha." Shui Miaomiao nodded and smiled cooperatively, relaxing her body and mind. It had been two or three days since she entered the Demon Realm. This was the first time she felt that the air was so pure and beautiful.
"Does this mask have a name?" Shui Miaomiao asked casually, trying to find something to talk about.
"I haven't had time to pick it up yet." Seeing that Shui Miaomiao could sit upright on his own, Master Jun stood up and waved his hands and said, "It's for you, you pick it up. I hate names the most. Why do I have to have a name that can be used?" That's fine, but Master also said that the name is a very important part, what symbol represents what hope..."
"Ah?" Why was she suddenly thrown a hot potato? Shui Miaomiao's fingers went through the hollow space of the mask and dug at her face. She didn't seem to know how to name her.
"Just scream, scream?" Shui Miaomiao stared at the picture in the mirror. The mask seemed to change with the frequency of Shui Miaomiao's breathing. When Shui Miaomiao became nervous, the faint red light began to become richer, "Just call it blood." How are you breathing?"
"Yes." Master Jun responded without thinking at all.
Shui Miaomiao shrugged helplessly. She just said it casually, but the creator of his invention had already agreed, so he couldn't blame her.
"By the way, where are we now? Are we in Demon City?" Shui Miaomiao asked, scratching her head casually. She was not feeling well and was sweating. She really wanted to take a bath.
Although the spell can clean things up, it can't soothe her inner discomfort. After all, Demon City is considered a safe zone in Demon City, which allows her to tidy up.
Master Jun glanced at Shui Miaomiao, twitched the corner of his mouth and said politely, "It's quite beautiful to think of it. I stopped the boat after you couldn't maintain consciousness. If there is really no way to turn around, you I can tolerate it, if I had told her earlier, I wouldn't be in such a panic right now."
Shui Miaomiao smiled sheepishly at Master Jun. She thought it would be fine if she got used to it, but she didn't know it was so serious.
Master Jun shook his head, and when he saw that silly smile, he couldn't continue to blame him, so he just strode away without seeing it.
Shui Miaomiao tried to stand up while holding on to the bed frame. She felt that her body was still a little weak due to lack of oxygen, so she moved her hands and feet to wake up her energy and blood.
Although he no longer felt heavy breathing, the environment in the Demon Realm was still harsh. Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but sigh. I don't know what happened to Jiucheng Qiu who went there alone. Their cultivation levels were comparable.
However, the spiritual power of the Nine-fold Chou was not sealed, and there was still a sword. "Alas." Another long sigh. Shui Miaomiao was both afraid that the sword would not save him, but he was also afraid that the sword would save him. What a price...
"You have just walked away from the gate of hell and why are you sighing here? Be careful that you sigh away all your blessings." The Jun Weapon Master was carrying the bathtub when he returned.
Shui Miaomiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she pointed at the bathtub and then at herself in disbelief.
"You stink."
Shui Miaomiao smiled brightly. She knew that Master Jun was a hard-spoken person with a soft heart, but she didn't know that he was still so attentive and would notice her discomfort.
Thinking about it, people who can make weapons and become famous must be careful and meticulous.
But Shui Miaomiao was most surprised that Master Jun actually prepared it for him. He knew that he couldn't say anything first, and even a sincere thank you would be a joke in Master Jun's ears.
But Shui Miaomiao didn't know that the joy brought by her smile was like little stars popping out of the mask one after another. The Jun weapon master who tried to keep a straight face was completely unable to resist and had to speed up.
"Okay." Master Jun put down the bathtub, prepared scalding hot water, and then handed out a set of clothes. This made Shui Miaomiao stunned for a moment and did not take the clothes immediately.
Fortunately, Master Jun explained faster, and he didn't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings. "Your pink, pink, and blue flowers and dresses are not suitable for entering the Demonic Realm. You don't want to wear a hairpin or ring, Yue Qin." Law is of no use in the Demon Realm, but it is still conspicuous and attracts people’s attention..."
After listening to Master Jun's instructions, Shui Miaomiao quickly stepped forward to take it with both hands, and at the same time saluted, "Thank you."
Master Jun waved his hands and said, "Don't just salute. I'm too lazy to deal with it. You can handle the rest by yourself. By the way, don't take out the breath of blood when you wash your face. I won't care if someone comes up again. Just remember to lock the door."
