The palm of his right hand was severed, and the pain was so severe that the Witch King was short of breath. With each breath, a large amount of river water poured into his mouth, squeezing his lungs. At the severed limb, blood continued to melt into the water, staining the surface of the river around him red.

Seeing that the Witch King was gradually sinking, Ah Ting tried his best to ignore the pain from the multiple wounds on his body, mustered up all his strength, and struggled to swim towards the Witch King.

Holding the Witch King's neck from behind, Ting tried his best to keep his body balanced, allowing the Witch King to float on his back on the river. Unable to swim to the shore, he had to drift down with the current.

After drifting for a long time, Ah Ting felt that his physical strength had been seriously overrun, his arm was so sore as if he was out of his control, and his consciousness was gradually blurred.

Choking on two mouthfuls of water, Ah Ting suddenly came to his senses, and vaguely saw a painting boat not far away, so he used the last bit of strength in his body to swim towards the painting boat with the Witch King.

"Look, there are two people in the river!" There was a shout from the boat, followed by a chaotic exclamation.

"Save ...... Help me! Hearing the sound of someone jumping into the water, Ah Ting couldn't hold on any longer, his eyes were dark, and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, Ah Ting found himself lying in a room with a strong smell of fat powder, and his eyes were full of gaudy red and purple.

On the edge of the bed sat an old woman with a wrinkled face and a face rubbed with enough powder to make a meal of dumplings, leaning against the pillar at the corner of the bed and falling asleep. A large mouth of blood basin coated with thick rouge, and a string of hadazi hanging.

"Auntie, auntie......" Ah Ting sat up, covered his unclothed upper body with the quilt, and called several times before waking up the snoring woman.

"Are you awake? Call me flowers, don't call me Auntie, I'm still very young! The woman reached out and wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, but the rouge like pig's blood melted away, making her mouth as terrifying as if she had just eaten human blood.

This reminded Ah Ting of the female girls who were biting each other in the woods, if it weren't for the fact that there was nothing in his stomach except for the river water, Ah Ting would have to vomit a stick of incense in disgust!

"Flower ...... Girl Flowers, where is this? Suppressing the feeling of nausea, Ah Ting lowered his head, not daring to look at the miserable face again.

"Hee-hee...... This is my boudoir! The woman's face smiled like a stinky chrysanthemum, "Since Childe's life was saved by me, then Childe will repay the favor with his body!" ”

"Huh?" Ah Ting was so shocked that he almost let his jaw fall to the ground, and hurriedly waved his hand, "I can't help it!" I can't help it! Next...... In the next already ...... There is a beloved, but you can't ...... Can't ......"

"Then I'm relieved!" Without waiting for Ah Ting to finish speaking, the woman smiled heartily and shouted outside the door, "Cui'er, go and inform the young lady that the rescued son has woken up." ”

"Flowers...... Girl Flowers, what does this mean? Ah Ting looked at the woman who wanted to force marriage one second ago, and laughed with relief the next.

The woman reached out and rubbed her onion nose and said, "Recently, flower thieves have been committing crimes everywhere, and I am afraid of ......"

"Afraid I'm a flower thief?" Ah Ting looked at the woman who nodded violently speechlessly, he was angry, his son looked like a jade tree in the wind, and he was the young master of the Medical Immortal Valley, handsome and golden, do you need to be a flower thief?

Seeing Ah Ting's gloomy face, the woman hurriedly smiled: "Don't be angry, Childe, the main reason is that my young lady is as beautiful as a fairy, plus it has not been peaceful recently, many women have been killed, and I heard that it was a crime committed by the ogre king and demon who has been hidden for a long time......"

"What? How can it be ......" The word 'can' was not spoken, Ah Ting fell silent, and the demon disguised as a woman disappeared after Mo Xue disappeared. After a few months, now suddenly the flower thief is wantonly committing crimes, is it really a demon?

Originally, everyone thought that after following Du Jia, Jun Demon would reform his ways, so after discussion, it was decided to give him a chance to hide his identity for him. But now if it's really him, he will definitely not show favoritism anymore!

"Childe woke up?" Just when Ah Ting was in a daze, a beautiful female voice came, and then a young woman with a good posture walked in from outside the door.

The woman is about 20 years old, with a palm-sized melon seed face, slender curved eyebrows, single phoenix eyes, a small and delicate nose, a red and glamorous cherry mouth, and a fresh and elegant aqua blue gauze skirt on her body.

"Thank you, girl, for saving me!" Ah Ting glanced at the woman lightly, and arched his hand, "Thank you for your kindness!" Below is Ah Ting, the young master of the Medical Immortal Valley, if the girl has a place to be in the future in the future, she can speak! ”

"You're a medical fairy?" The woman walked quickly to the bed excitedly, staring at Ah Ting with a hopeful face.

Ah Ting shook his head lightly: "The medical fairy is the father, but he ...... It's gone! ”

"Uh...... It's Xian'er who is reckless! The woman saluted Ah Tingying, "The past is gone, please don't be too sad!" ”

Hearing this, Ah Ting felt very familiar, and suddenly remembered that it was his words to comfort the Witch King, and his heart suddenly lifted. The witch king had his right hand cut off and soaked in the river for so long, could it have been ......

"The Witch King!" Ah Ting anxiously grabbed the woman's hand, "Girl, did you save the old man who was with you?" ”

was held by Ah Ting's broad hand, and a red glow flew on the woman's face: "Gong...... Childe ......"

Ah Ting realized that he had taken the woman's hand, hurriedly let go, and apologized: "In the next moment, I was anxious, and I abruptly surprised the girl, I hope the girl will forgive me!" ”

"I think you did it on purpose, right?" The old woman standing on the side, seeing that her young lady was being taken advantage of, glared at Ah Ting unhappily.

"Hua Niang, don't talk nonsense!" The woman blushed, looked down and didn't dare to look at Ah Ting, and whispered, "Don't mind, Childe, the flower girl loves to be open-mouthed!" The old man who was with Childe was also rescued, but he ......"

"What's wrong with him?" Ah Ting was excited again, and wanted to grab Xian'er's hand, but Hua Niang grabbed him first: "Childe, the old man is not dead, but the doctor said that he was too seriously injured, and it is estimated that he will not survive today!" ”

"What? I'm going to see him! Ah Ting shook off the flower girl who was holding his hand and kept rubbing the oil, and jumped up from the bed at once. Wearing only obscene pants and being naked, Xian'er snorted in fright, and quickly turned around, and her face suddenly turned into a ripe red apple.

"Get dressed!" Hua Niang picked up the clothes prepared in advance from the chair and threw them at Ah Ting, and counted Ah Ting dissatisfied, "Seeing that you look good, how can you be rude in front of my young lady?" You did it on purpose! ”

"The flower girl is serious! I'm just worried and anxious, that's why I'm so reckless, if I bump into the girl, I hope the girl Haihan! Ah Ting quickly put on his clothes with his hands and feet, and hurriedly apologized to Xian'er.

"Childe doesn't have to be polite! The old man is in the wing room next door, please come with the fairy! After Xian'er took Ah Ting into the side room, she consciously retreated.

The Witch King lay quietly on the bed, his face bloodless, and although his right hand was bandaged and a few silver needles were inserted to stop the bleeding, the blood was still soaked with a white cloth, and some of it flowed to the ground.

Ah Ting reached out against the Witch King's chest and slowly poured his internal force into his body. The Witch King's cold body gradually warmed up, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Senpai, are you alright?" Ah Ting retracted his internal strength and looked at the Witch King with self-reproach, "It's all my uselessness, I can't protect my predecessors!" ”

The witch king shook his head with difficulty: "Ah Ting, the old man has little time, you listen to the old man carefully!" We witches have been practicing witchcraft since childhood. When the magic power is strong enough, it will gather into a red bean-sized witch fruit in a certain part of its body.

Witch fruit can increase the power of our witchcraft, if you are not a witch person, get witch fruit, implant the corresponding position, you can also get the first shallow witch power, can control the minds of others.

It was because of stealing my son Ah Zhong's witch fruit that Qin Mei had the ability to control Zi Xuan. Now Ah Zhong's witch fruit is in the porcelain vase that the old man gave you.

Now, the old man officially identifies you as a descendant of the Wu clan! Remember, by implanting Chung's witch fruit on your right wrist, you will be able to possess magical powers. ”

"This ......" Ah Ting couldn't bear to refuse the dying witch king's request, so he nodded and then asked, "The remnant knife cut off the palm of the predecessor in order to capture the witch fruit?" ”

"Yes!" The Witch King's voice grew weaker and weaker, "If the old man guessed correctly, the Holy Sect Master must be related to the owner of the Onikasa. When Onikasa heard that his master had been assassinated, he went to look for him.

Then the Holy Cult found us and knew where the old man Wuguo was. Ting, now that the Holy Sect Master has obtained the witch fruit, I am afraid that he will use witchcraft to harm the world, you must stop him! ”

"Did Onikasa betray you?" Although Ting has never been in contact with Onikasa, he knows that he is Akasa's biological father.

The Witch King didn't answer, but there was heartache and disappointment in his eyes that couldn't be concealed: "Ah Ting, the Holy Sect Leader can subdue the crippled knife and Tong Yan, and his kung fu must be good, you are not his opponent." To deal with him, you'll have to implant another Witch Fruit! ”

"Another witch fruit?" Ah Ting didn't understand what the Witch King meant, "The witch fruit of the predecessor has been snatched away by the remnant knife, where is the other witch fruit?" ”

The Witch King took a few breaths, then raised his left hand with great difficulty and pointed to his right shoulder: "Old man, there is still ...... here There is also a witch fruit...... Be...... It's my wife's!

You take it...... Take it out and implant your ...... on your right shoulder! But...... There will be resistance between the two witch fruits...... That's why the old man ...... Magical power is greatly diminished......

There is a ...... in the pocket of the old man's chest There is a parchment scroll with a record of the method of cultivating witchcraft...... Hello students practice, wait...... Wait until the magic power of the two witch fruits is fused, and then ...... Go to the Holy ...... again Holy Church Leader ......"

The Witch King finished the last word intermittently, and suddenly his eyes widened, and a cloudy tear fell from the corner of his eye, and he stopped breathing.

"Senior! Senior ......" Ah Ting gently shook the Witch King's shoulder, trying to wake him up, but to no avail.

With a snap, Ah Ting knelt on the ground on his knees and solemnly kowtowed to the Witch King: "Senior, Ah Ting swears here that he will definitely stop the Holy Sect from doing evil and avenge you!" ”