After shuttling through the dense forest for a while, Mo Xie managed to rise into the air and escape into the sea of clouds. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Perhaps Pudu Cihang knew about Mo Ye's injury, and felt that even if the Great Luo Immortal could not be treated, he would have to fend for himself. Or maybe Pudu Cihang didn't pay attention to this little insect that was knocked away by him in front of him. In short, there were no pursuers behind him.

The Holy Scriptures...... Spend 1,000 points for repairs, and prioritize repairing bones!"

Mo Xie shuttled through the sea of clouds, and the tingling pain in his body made his vision darken, but fortunately, his spirit was strong enough to persist until the price of the 'repair' option on the exchange list of the Holy Scriptures fell back to a level that he could accept.

A soft white pillar of light hung down from the nine heavens, as if it came from some distant star, and it enveloped Mo Ye in it.

The broken strands grew back, the collapsed flesh bulged again, and the bruises flowed back, turning purple to red.

The pillar of light dissipated, and only Mo Xie with his eyes closed and frowning in the sky remained, as if he had drunk bitter wine.

“……”

The injuries on his body could be healed after all, but after this defeat, the turmoil in Mo Ye's heart could not be calmed down for a long time.

He felt an unattainable strength from Pudu Cihang, and the Venerable Chase who had teamed up with Lin Ming was already the most powerful opponent Mo Xie had ever seen, but the current Pudu Cihang was far more terrifying than the Venerable Venerable Datong.

Mo Xie did not regret raising his fist at such an opponent, he just hated and regretted his own weakness.

He hated his own recklessness, and his unstrategic attacks were like monkey plays.

He hated that his fists weren't hard enough, big enough, and not strong enough.

He hated himself for running so decisively, like a lost dog.

He hated himself for messing with the rhythm and bringing the original plot beyond recognition, which made Pudu Cihang, who was supposed to be the final boss, appear in advance.

"Pudu Cihang...... At least the strength of the Yuan infant is ......"

Mo Xie inhaled deeply, the hatred in his heart could not help everything that had happened in the slightest, and the "Holy Scripture" that had received a thousand oceans was obviously not so kind to repair him to a good state, just as Mo Ye requested, his bones were completely repaired, and the torn muscles were repaired by the way, but the repair work provided by the "Holy Scripture" to his viscera and tendons was only a face-saving project, and the injuries were basically just a thin film. Mo Xie could feel that as long as he did a little strenuous exercise, such as using a sword technique above the 'Sword Eight', he could make an internal bleed again.

Took out a bottle of 'blood medicine' from the space bracelet and poured it, Mo Ye ran as high as he could, the prototype of Pudu Cihang was a centipede into a spirit, and it should not run into the sky in broad daylight to chase Mo Ye in broad daylight unless necessary.

"I'll have to get this account back sooner or later!"

Mo Xie felt that everyone in Yizhuang must have been more than auspicious, and for a while, he thought that he had caused the tragic death of others, and his heart was heavy.

The 'blood medicine' soon began to take effect, and Mo Ye immediately meditated in the air to channel the internal qi to cooperate with the medicinal power.

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Hot.

It's like being in a huge, airtight steamer, and the fire in the pot is burning very strongly, so the person who lit the fire must be very dedicated, right?

"Hmm......"

Ning Caichen woke up from a slumber, sweating profusely, his eyes and mouth were dry, his body was weak, and he felt that he lacked the strength to call even a finger.

"Where am I?"

He opened his eyes to find that it was pitch black all around, and at the same time, according to the touch transmitted from his chest and back, he should be in a lightless container, he twisted his body hard, and in the darkness, the inner walls of the container seemed to be soft.

Ning Caichen had never encountered anything like this.

"Help, let me out!"

Ning Caichen puffed up the loudest sound he could make at this time, but he was really weak at the moment, and this sound was only stronger than the sound of mosquitoes.

Ning Caichen didn't expect his cries for help to be answered, he vaguely remembered what happened in Yizhuang, the monk, the raised sword light, the fiasco of Zhiqiu Yiye, the meteor blow sent by Mo Xie and the phantom of the Buddha, he knew that he should have been caught and imprisoned in this strange place.

"Shh

However, Ning Caichen was wrong, and his faint cry was answered.

This was a man's voice, although it was just a 'shhh' to express silence, but Ning Caichen felt that this 'shhh' was louder than the cry for help he puffed out in his chest at the moment.

And he knew the voice.

The person outside is Zuo Qianhu.

"Mr. Zhuge , please bear with me, the National Teacher has already promised to pardon you, I just need you to promise to be loyal to the imperial court and make a statement at tomorrow's morning meeting, and the position of the prince and the prince will be reserved for you!"

Zuo Qianhu cleared his throat and said a sentence that was extremely inconsistent with his tough guy image in a shrill tone.

Ning Caichen was confused, but instinctively, he asked:

"Xiaoqian...... No...... Where's Miss Fu?"

"Mr. Zhuge Please rest assured that the Fu sisters are fine at the moment. As long as you agree to tomorrow's things, not to mention the sisters of the Fu family, you are the daughter of the prime minister's family, and you have the national teacher in charge, and it is not a problem to be the prince and the princess. ”

Although Ning Caichen couldn't see Zuo Qianhu at the moment, after listening to his remarks, a face of a eunuch playing with power suddenly appeared in his mind.

He couldn't believe that Zuo Qianhu, who was hung in Yizhuang and could still protect his arrogance, would have such a face.

People's hearts are separated from the belly, and he can't see through them.

"Okay, okay, okay!

Ning Caichen didn't think about it for too long, after all, he was not 'Zhuge Wolong' at all, and he never thought he was 'Zhuge Wolong', he was just a down-and-out scholar, as long as he could save 'Xiaoqian', he was willing to do anything.

His tone of reply to Zuo Qianhu contained the meaning of martyr's righteousness.

"The one who knows the times is Junjie, Mr. Zhuge , oh, no, I should call you Master Taifu!

Zuo Qianhu is extremely flattering, like a eunuch who has lost his eggs.

Ning Caichen felt a strong sense of disgust in his heart, he closed his eyes and waited for a while, and the sound of Xi Xisuo sounded outside.

Soon, a cool breeze blew in, Ning Caichen opened his eyes, and he understood his situation through the bigger and bigger openings that appeared in his face and the light that penetrated through the openings.

He was in a dark room, sporadic candles illuminating the cage that trapped him.

What kind of cage is this, this is clearly a huge cocoon!

"Phew!"

The people outside kept cutting and cutting with sharp knives and scissors, and it took half an hour for Ning Caichen to regain his freedom.

"Meet Master Taifu!"

There were eight people standing in the dark room, all of whom were dressed as soap officials except for Zuo Qianhu, and they bowed very respectfully after helping Ning Caichen out of the cocoon.

Where did Ning Caichen receive such treatment, wearing an official uniform, even if it was just a person who had a touch with the word 'official', who was not arrogant when he saw him? At this moment, he was visited by a group of soap officials, and for a while Ning Caichen didn't even know where to put his hand.

"Okay, Lord Zhuge is not feeling well, you guys should send him to rest quickly. ”

Zuo Qianhu was the only one among the people who did not bow down to Ning Caichen, which was very incommensurate with his previous flattery, Ning Caichen felt that there was a hint of incongruity looming in this man, but at this moment he had no mind or energy to think deeply.

His head was still dizzy, and the 'buzzing' sound rang in his ears.

He looked at the few people in the room, and somehow a ghost appeared in his eyes.

He saw centipedes crawling through the cracks of the soap workers' clothes.