The medical fairy lived on a flower boat in Chenghuai. When Xihe and the two were brought aboard, the singing was overwhelming. The singer was wearing a gauze and dancing enchantingly. Four or five maids were serving the middle-aged Taoist on the seat. Seeing Xihe He's eyes lit up: "You, come here!"
Xihe frowned and subconsciously hid behind Shaoheng. Shaoheng also changed his expression and looked at the Taoist defensively.
The middle-aged Taoist finally came to his senses, clenched his fists, coughed lightly, and sat upright: "Are you the kid who begged me for treatment? Come forward and let me see how the injury is."
Xihe looked at Shaoheng, who stared at the Taoist for a while before nodding towards her.
Xihe slowly walked forward. The closer he got, the more astonishment in the Taoist's eyes. Xihe's eyes flashed with sarcasm, he lowered his head slightly and stretched out his hand.
The middle-aged Taoist stroked his beard and pretended to feel her pulse. When Xihe couldn't help but chop off his hand, he reluctantly took back his hand and said: "The situation is very serious, but this kind of injury is not suitable for me. , it’s nothing.”
Shaoheng was overjoyed, stepped forward hurriedly, and couldn't help but said: "Can you cure her?"
The middle-aged Taoist nodded and said, "I am the master of the Ten Thousand Medicine Sect. I have only minor injuries and can be easily captured."
The Ten Thousand Medicine Sect is one of the three major sects in the world of immortality. The master of the hall has the lowest level of cultivation and is also transforming into gods. This person's eyes are cloudy and black, and he looks like he has indulged too much and is physically weak. He is not afraid of wind flashes even if he blows so much. tongue.
However, in the plot, this guy is regarded as a little cannon fodder who delivers equipment to Shaoheng. It’s not that she can’t bear it for Shaoheng.
The rebellious Demon Lord was devastated. From a slave who was trampled upon by others, he later grew into a feared demon. His growth can be called a history of counterattack, which involved countless cannon fodders who bullied him in the early stage. , the character who was brutally tortured by him in the end.
The day before yesterday, when he heard that this guy dared to draw Shaoheng's blood, Xihe immediately thought of this man - he coveted Shaoheng's blood and took him back to the cave to train him as his own blood slave. In the end, Shaoheng killed him. Take away all his belongings.
This person is considered an evil cultivator. He was originally a disciple of a famous and upright sect. He was expelled from the sect because he violated the rules of the sect by practicing evil arts.
His cultivation methods were not righteous and he did not dare to stay in the world of cultivation, so he could only come to the mortal world to find someone to attack him. Unexpectedly, he unexpectedly set his sights on Shaoheng.
After the middle-aged Taoist gave Xihe a Huiyuan Pill, he asked them to go back first and follow him to the cave in two days.
After getting off the boat, Shaoheng took Xihe to Yuande Hall again. After the old doctor checked to ensure that the medicine was okay, he hurriedly asked Xihe to take it: "Hua Shang, take it quickly. "
Xi He swallowed it obediently, and the elixir melted in his mouth. The medicine's power flowed quietly, soothing the mottled meridians, and his 'heart' didn't even bother him.
Her eyes lit up: "I feel much better!"
Shaoheng's heart finally dropped and a smile appeared on his face: "That's good. If you eat a few more times later, you will definitely be cured."
Xihe smiled and nodded.
When the old woman heard that she was about to leave with the Taoist, she immediately expressed her intention to follow him.
Shaoheng didn't agree with anything this time: "We are here to treat illnesses, and we don't have time to care about you."
Old woman: "I don't need you to worry about it. You are busy with your business. I am with mine. What's wrong?"
Shaoheng frowned, stopped packing the package, and stared at the old woman coldly: "In that case, why do you have to follow us? You have known us for so long, you should have understood that we are poor and have nothing, but there is nothing worth worrying about. .”
"Who said there wouldn't be this..."
The old woman looked at Xihe as she spoke, and suddenly stopped talking the next second.
Shaoheng's face turned dark. He grabbed the old woman's collar with one hand and threw her out the door. He frowned and said coldly: "I don't care what your plans are. From now on, don't appear in front of us again, otherwise I will You will definitely regret coming to this world!”
Bang, they closed the door directly. When they saw Xihe, they felt heartbroken. They were surrounded by people who plotted against them.
The old woman knocked on the door outside: "My good grandson, I want you to be my good grandson! You take me away, how can I survive alone outside..."
Shaoheng stepped forward and held Xihe's hands tightly: "Hua Shang, I will protect you!"
Xihe smiled to himself and nodded. In fact, she didn't care much. The old woman's behavior was indeed unpredictable, but she didn't feel the murderous intention. However, if Shaoheng wanted to drive the person away, let's drive him away.
The two simply packed up their things, and two days later, they got on the Taoist's carriage and headed east.
Because it was an ordinary horse, the speed was slow, and it would stop to eat at every meal time. Until the third day, the carriage drove into a desolate hillside. The middle-aged Taoist killed the coachman with his backhand, pulled out a jade Ruyi, and jumped away. Up: "Come up."
The groom's body was still lying on the ground, with a bloody mark on his neck and blood seeping into the soil.
Shaoheng's face instantly turned pale, he blocked Xihe behind him and stepped back step by step.
The middle-aged Taoist got annoyed and directly raised his hand, and the next second they both fainted. He raised his hand and took the two of them with him, and headed towards the cave with the magic weapon.
When he woke up again, Shaoheng opened his eyes and found that he was tied in a large tank and the eldest lady was not around.
His eyes were red and he struggled hard with his hands, but the rope became tighter and tighter.
"Stop struggling, it's useless."
A voice.
He turned around and saw a person in a large tank in the corner.
Only then did he discover that there were more than a dozen large tanks in the entire room, some of which contained Senbai's skeletons, rotting corpses, and some filled with blood.
Shaoheng couldn't hold it back and leaned over to gag until all the contents in his stomach were vomited out.
"Haha, it's your first day here, so it's okay to wait for a long time."
"stay How long?"
"..." As if he didn't expect him to ask this question, the man frowned and thought for a moment, feeling a little unsure, "One year? Three years? If your blood is precious, that evil cultivator won't let you die quickly. "
"Is your blood precious?"
Shaoheng shook his head and asked him: "How can I get out?"
The man laughed with a sharp voice: "You actually want to go out after you're here?" He was disheveled, his white bottom coat was stained with blood, his fingers were clearly knuckled, his chin was pointed, and his hoarse voice made it hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman.
Shaoheng looked determined: "I want to save the eldest lady."
The man was stunned and turned to look at him, the chains on his hands clattering: "You actually have a young lady!"
"That's it." He collapsed back into the tank again, "That old guy is not scrupulous about meat and vegetables. If he falls into his hands, your lady's innocence will definitely not be preserved..."
"Shut up! Nothing will happen to the eldest lady!"
"I'm telling the truth." The man was extremely aggrieved, "Why are you so cruel?"
Shaoheng ignored him, pursed his lips and pulled his hand out of the iron ring. After a while, blood started to flow from his wrist, but he didn't even move his brows and pulled out even harder——
Xihe opened his eyes amid the smell of inferior cosmetics and saw a jealous face.
She subconsciously stepped back, sat on the inside of the bed, and looked around. This was a women's boudoir. The woman opposite was about twenty-five years old, naked, with heavy makeup on her face, and a bowl of medicine in her hand.
"Drink as the master ordered!"
