Xihe slowly looked at her, raised his hand, and opened it with a palm.
Shaoheng was not here, and she was still pretending!
The dark medicine fell to the ground and spread all over her body. The woman screamed: "What are you doing?!" She stood up and kept beating her chest, looking at her with eyes filled with anger.
"What's the noise about?" The middle-aged Taoist opened the curtain and walked in with an impatient face. When he saw the ground, his face darkened.
The woman hurried over, took the Taoist's arm, and pretended to be coquettish: "Master, this woman did it all! I gave her medicine with good intentions, and I specifically said that this medicine was your order, but she didn't say anything. It flew away, it was really scary.”
The middle-aged Taoist glanced at Xihe and slapped the woman with his backhand: "What nonsense are you talking about? Why don't you clean it up quickly!"
He didn't look at Xihe anymore, turned around and went out again, the pearl curtain swaying slightly.
The woman fell to the ground, covering her face and stunned.
Xihe glanced at her, walked to the window and looked over. There were clouds and mist, and green mountains were faintly visible in the distance. This cave should be built on a cliff, and Shaoheng might be in the cave next to it.
But don't worry, overall, the current story is a sad story.
Don't let Rebel suffer more for her, worry and fear, how can he love and hate her when the truth comes out in the future.
Mr. Hua disappeared from the world, the rebellion plot gradually got on track, and Xihe was ready to take action, freeing up his hands and feet to complete the task.
Xihe lived here with peace of mind, acting like a monster from time to time, bullying the woman named 'Alian', and living a leisurely life.
On Shaoheng's side, the middle-aged Taoist had already bled him several times. The middle-aged Taoist couldn't wait to drink it. In an instant, it was like pouring a bowl of water into a hot pot. His spiritual energy boiled. He couldn't help but be ecstatic and immediately sat down cross-legged. Operation skills.
The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he gritted his teeth to hold back the pain. Gradually, black lines loomed on his face and neck.
Shaoheng was trembling with fear when he saw it. He didn't know if there was something wrong with the evil practice or with his blood. The lines... no matter how you looked at them, they didn't look like good things.
"ha!"
With a loud shout, the Taoist opened his eyes suddenly and thrust his palm forward, causing the wall to burst and gravel to fly.
Shaoheng and the young man lowered their heads in fright. When there was no sound, they quietly showed their heads and saw the Taoist staring at their hands from left to right, with expressions of joy on their faces.
"I didn't expect this blood power to be so powerful! It seems that I will be able to reach the Nascent Soul stage soon!"
Shaoheng: Nascent Soul stage? ? ?
"but……"
The Taoist turned around and stared at Shaoheng. A chill ran down Shaoheng's back.
The Taoist just sneered twice and left the room with his hands behind his back. Bang, the door closed, and the room became dark again, with only a little light showing on the wall.
Shaoheng lowered his head and looked at his palm. The flesh and blood were festering, exposing the white bones. He continued to grind without blinking...
Xihe finally encountered her first crisis. The evil spirit took some wrong medicine and attacked her as soon as she came back. Fortunately, she hid quickly and held a magic weapon from Alian's pit in her hand. , scratched Yaodao's eyes, although he was thrown to the ground by him.
Listening to Alian's lewd words from next door, which gradually turned into painful moans, she got up from the ground with difficulty and sat down on the end of the bed.
This demon has lost patience with her, and maybe he will really attack her next time... Little rebel, can you do it?
Cheng Fan was also asking: "Shaoheng, can you do it? If the demon is disturbed, not only you and I will die, but your dearest lady will also be killed."
"Shut up!"
Cheng Fan shut his mouth, but he snorted in his heart, really, what kind of immortal is it that makes you keep talking about it.
After getting along for a period of time, and feeling sympathy for each other, the young man quickly opened up to Shaoheng, not only telling him his name, but also telling a lot about himself.
He was trapped in this damn place. He hadn't chatted with anyone for so long that he was exhausted.
"Hey, don't you feel any pain? Your bones are exposed."
"If you don't shut up, you'll stay here for a while."
"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, I'll shut up, okay!"
The room was dark, Cheng Fan looked at Shaoheng. The young man pursed his lips tightly and concentrated on picking the lock. With a click, the lock opened.
Cheng Fan was pleasantly surprised: "Brother, you are really my brother, you are so awesome! You actually got me off my back!"
Shaoheng pried open the locks on his hands and feet, walked over to unlock Cheng Fan, and the tool he used was a bloody finger bone. His left index finger was soft, but he didn't even hum.
After being freed, Cheng Fan almost cried with joy. He hugged Shaoheng's thigh and said with tears in his eyes: "Brother, from now on, I will only go to Seoul for you!"
Shaoheng took two steps back and looked him up and down: "Is your cultivation still there?"
Cheng Fan's pupils shrank, and the next second he scratched his head and laughed: "Brother, you are so awesome, you even know that I am a monk!"
Shaoheng walked straight towards the door and said calmly: "If you are not a cultivator, you can't hold on now." He considered himself to have a special physique. He was drained of blood by the demon several times, but he couldn't bear it. Two or three years for an ordinary person? Dead early.
"Open the door!"
"Okay, look at me, the invincible Thunder Fist!"
Boom! The heavy iron door fell apart, and the cold free air blew in. Cheng Fan closed his eyes, opened his arms, and enjoyed this moment of freedom. It was really rare to ride a horse!
"Brother, tell me - Hey, wait for me!"
He hurriedly caught up with Shaoheng.
The Demon Dao Cave was set up in all directions, and they walked around inside for a long time before finally finding the real cave of Lao Dao behind a curtain of water.
Shaoheng took a step back, Cheng Fan smoothed his sleeves, spat, shouted, and hit the stone wall with his fists.
A transparent ripple appeared faintly, then quickly broke apart and disappeared between heaven and earth.
A sandalwood door appeared in front of him, and at the same time, the sounds of men and women moaning and roaring came from inside. Shaoheng's expression suddenly changed, he kicked the door open and strode inside.
Cheng Fan said 'Hey', unable to stop him in time, so he hurriedly followed.
With the door close in front of him and his voice heard behind it, Shaoheng pushed the door open without hesitation - he rushed towards the middle-aged Taoist priest who was leaning on the woman, but was swung away violently.
The middle-aged Taoist suddenly turned his head, his face covered with black lines, his eyes scarlet and irrational.
The woman reached out to them with difficulty, her face full of pain: "Help me..."
Cheng Fan was startled: "Fuck, what the hell is this?"
Shaoheng no longer looked at the two of them, and eagerly opened the door next to him, met the woman running anxiously inside, and hugged her tightly: "Miss!"
Xihe's eyes couldn't help but turn red: "Where have you been?"
Shaoheng let go of her and checked up and down: "It's not far away. Where are you, Miss? Has he done anything to you?" He secretly said that he must get rid of this evil way and vent his anger on the Miss.
Xihe shook his head: "No." He looked at his hand with a distressed look on his face, "You are injured."
Shaoheng shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "It doesn't hurt at all."
"Liar!" Xihe touched his injury carefully.
Cheng Fan finally couldn't stand it anymore: "Have you had enough? Can you deal with this old thing first before you get tired of it?"
(End of chapter)
