Mo Xingran pulled Wuge aside: "Wuge, you go to find Shengjisan and Zhuzhu Grass first, as well as the Gushen Pill, as soon as possible." He looked at the girl who was still immersed in grief, and whispered to Wuge.

The heart of defense is indispensable, once the natural and earthly treasures in the Fira stone are exposed, sooner or later they will bring endless disasters to Wuge.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you. Wuge nodded, walked to the corner of the hall to urge thoughts, and the figure flashed into the figura stone to find medicinal herbs.

After she left, Mo Xingran walked quickly back to the girl.

"What's your name?" Mo Xingran asked the crying exhausted girl softly.

"Qing'er. The girl choked up and sobbed back.

Mo Xing's beautiful eyes flashed with stars: "Okay, Qing'er, you don't have to worry, we will definitely find a way to save your grandfather, but... I have a few things I want to ask you, can you tell me the truth?"

His intuition told him that the Qiankun Hall was not simple, and the grandfather and grandson might know some unknown secrets.

Qing'er nodded with tears in her eyes, and snorted: "You ask, you are grandpa's life-saving benefactor, I must know everything." ”

Hearing this, Mo Xingran's fierce eyes looked directly at the girl's innocent face: "Who is your grandfather?"

The air froze.

“... You, why are you asking this?" Qing'er suddenly became alert, her gaze dodging.

"I guess your grandfather must have been a high-ranking and powerful person in the Crowning Moon Country. Mo Xingran paced slowly, the expression on his handsome face was unpredictable.

"How do you know?"

Mo Xingran said in a deep voice: "If I guessed correctly, this main hall should have been a gate and a city. As he entered, he noticed a significant depression in the ground in front of the threshold, which must have been formed by years of trampling.

"And this Qiankun Hall is so old and dilapidated, it is completely different from other halls, except for the bench in the huge main hall, there is not even a spare table and chair. He lifted his hand to the darkness, where a lonely bench was placed at the end of the main hall.

"I think the only person in this temple who is qualified to sit on that bench is your grandfather. ”

With that, Mo Xingran squinted his narrow eyes and observed Qing'er's expression.

"I, I don't know what you're talking about. She looked a little flustered.

But Mo Xingran ignored the girl's panicked look, and continued to say to herself: "This Crowned Moon Country once belonged to your grandfather." ”

The girl's reaction had proved that he had been right in everything he had guessed.

Qing'er slowly lowered her head when she heard this, she didn't say a word yes or no, and silently turned around and walked into the back room.

Mo Xingran didn't ask any more questions, he took the candle in his hand and lowered his eyes in contemplation.

At this time, the half of the candle on the candle had just burned out, and he stood in the darkness and sighed, tomorrow, it would be all over.

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After a while, Wuge came out of the fibrine out of breath.

This old Wu Tou is really enough, no matter how soft and hard she grinds and soaks, her mouth is broken, and the old Wu Tou just refuses to give her the pearl grass.

"In the end, I promised him ten roast chickens and ten bottles of Wannian drunk, and he reluctantly gave me the pearl grass. Wu Song said angrily.

"Then do you know that the Descending Pearl Grass only bears one plant in tens of thousands of years, and there are only a few plants in this heaven and on the earth, as far as I know, on the Continent of the Later Divine Era, only the Ten Thousand Ancient Heavens are fortunate to have two. ”

On that day, Mo Xingzhi saw that Wuge used the Descending Bead Grass into a pill to save Koukou, and he knew that if this fibula stone was born, it would definitely cause a bloody storm.

"Isn't medicine just used to save people, and you can't give birth to cubs when you save it, so it's reasonable not to save you when you die?"

Faced with Wuge's straightforward questioning, Mo Xingran couldn't help but feel funny, I really don't know whether to say that she is kind, or... Loser...

When the two of them took the medicine and entered the back room, it was almost time.

"Qing'er, you go and mix this raw muscle with water and stir it well, there is no song, you soothe the old man and get up, hurry up. Mo Xingran commanded in an orderly manner.

In the short quarter of an hour, the old man had already coughed and fainted three times, coughing and vomiting blood twice.

Mo Xingran first fed the Zhuzhu Grass into a pill to the old man, and then evenly applied the raw muscle to the affected area where the skin and flesh were rotten, and within a moment, the naked eye could see that the ulcer was slowly healing.

"After half a pillar of incense, if you take the Solid God Pill, you should be able to temporarily restrain the blood curse. He raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

At this moment, the old man, who had not long recovered, suddenly coughed violently again, and a large pool of blood gushed out from his mouth and nose, and the situation was even worse than before.

Qing'er cried in a panic when she saw this, and she threw herself in front of the old man's bed: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" The old man was like a fish about to die of drought, gasping for breath and coughing up blood uncontrollably.

Qing'er's eyes swept towards the two behind her: "What's wrong with my grandfather, did you cure him!" Her eyes were full of deep despair and resentment.

"Don't worry, it should be caused by the medicinal effect of the pearl grass. Mo Xingran frowned, carefully observing the old man's reaction.

"What do you mean?" asked Qing'er as she stood up and asked sharply.

Wuge was also a little nervous: "Qing'er, you have to believe us, we won't harm your grandfather." ”

Qing'er bit her lip and squatted down when she heard this, she knew that Wuge and Mo Xingran were helping her, but when she saw her grandfather's situation, she couldn't help but be scared, she only had this one relative!

The anxious waiting made several people suffer, and seeing that the old man was tortured by this blood curse, they couldn't do anything.

"You have to think of a way!" Wuge tugged Mo Xingran on his side.

"Don't worry, wait. His voice remained calm.

After about half a stick of incense, the old man's coughing finally subsided, and there was finally a trace of blood on his face.

In the meantime, the large pool of black blood that the old man coughed up condensed into a hard lump, faintly emitting a fishy smell.

"Sunny... Child. The old man who came to his senses called the girl's name softly, and the girl's tears rained down, and she lay down beside the old man's bed: "Grandpa, how do you feel?"

The old man nodded slightly.

Qing'er looked excitedly at the two of Mo Xing Dye Wuge who were standing next to the bed, and her voice trembled: "Thank you, grandpa!"

Wuge smiled with relief when she heard this, and she hugged Mo Xingran excitedly: "Great!"

Mo Xingran was suddenly hugged by Wuge like this, and a touch of red floated across Jun's face, and at this time, the old man and Qing'er were looking at them gratefully, and his hands and feet couldn't help but be a little stiff.

He whispered, "Ahem, you have to hug it home, and others are still watching." ”

Wuge was stunned for a moment when he heard this, his little face was hot, he pushed him away, and shouted: "What home to go back to, whose house to go back to, I want to celebrate because I am excited." ”

"Naturally, you can go back to anyone's house. Mo Xing dyed his arms and stared at Wuge's blushing face.

"You're sick. Wuge glanced at him with a red face.

This person is not in shape day by day, and he is still the third prince of the ancient heavens, and the hooligans are almost the same.

"That..."Qing'er's crisp voice broke the awkward atmosphere between the two: "Grandpa still needs a medicine next." ”

Wuge patted his head: "Yes, there is also the Gushen Pill." ”

Feed the Gushen Pill to the old man, and after a while, the old man's expression eased a lot.

The old man's powerful voice slowly came out of his mouth: "I heard what you and Qing'er said in the main hall just now. ”

Mo Xingran was shocked when he heard this, this room was some distance from the main hall, and it was impossible for ordinary people to hear the sound of conversation dozens of feet away.

"The old man has good ears. Mo Xingran was sincerely admired.

Wuge scratched his head and looked at Mo Xingran puzzled: "What did you say to Qing'er?"

The old man smiled lightly: "The boy is a young talent, his heart is as careful as hair, and the girl is so blessed." ”

Wuge's old face turned red and snorted: "Ah? ”

"Really? I remember—" Mo Xingran took over, Jun with a ruffian smile on his face.

"Uhhh What's that, Qing'er, since there's nothing to do, we'll go back first. Wuge glared at Mo Xingran fiercely, and hurriedly intercepted his words before he could speak.

Before the words fell, two voices said from the old man and Mo Xingran at the same time: "Slow." ”

The old man on the bed raised his hand weakly: "I have eaten such a natural treasure for the old man, it is really a waste of the hard work of the two of you, but since I have accepted the help of the two, in return, I want to say something to the two." After saying so many words in one breath, he was a little short of breath.

Mo Xingran lowered his eyes, what he was waiting for was the old man's words.

"Qing'er, you go out first. ”

Qing'er answered and left the house obediently.

At this time, the room was extremely quiet, only the "grunt" sound of boiling soup on the small stove.

The old man's cloudy eyes looked at Mo Xingran: "The son is a god clan. He paused: "I don't know if I'm right?"

Mo Xingran squinted his eyes and nodded, the spiritual power was sealed in this exquisite array, and he had no aura around him, how did this old man penetrate his identity at a glance?

Then, the old man's eyes looked at Wuge again, and he frowned tightly: "And this girl... It's like a demon but not a demon, but I can't see it..."

Wuge interrupted him with a smile: "Old man, I'm just a nameless little demon. ”

When the old man heard this, he slowly shook his head: "No, you are not a demon. ”

The affirmation in his words made Wuge laugh dumbly, no matter how he said it, he had lived for millions of years, and if he didn't even know what he was, he would really live in vain.

The old man sighed: "Now that the outside continent is surging, it's not something I can see through, it's just that you, girl... Do you know that you have a seal on your body?"

"What seal?" Wuge asked with a frown, how did this old man look like the fortune teller she had seen in Guyuan Village.

The old man shook his head again: "I can't see what the seal on your body is, but I see that your spiritual platform is blocked, the seal is incomprehensible, and you will never be able to practice." ”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Xing thought about the red smoke on his body when he was in distress in the corpse West Village, and the monster's bones and arms were shattered, and the demonic red smoke really didn't look like a demon spirit...

"Who are you?" said Mo Xingran's expression darkened.

"I'm an Elder of the Yan Clan. ”

The two of them glanced at each other when they heard this, how did the elder of the Yan clan fall to this...

"You should have seen Tan Ruyue. The old man leaned his head back on the bed, and in the face of the hesitant eyes of the two, he was very indifferent.

"You're talking about Granny Tan from the quicksand market?"

The old man nodded, his expression stunned: "My blood curse is from her... The Yan clan is already powerless to return to the sky, but they refuse to accept their fate!"

The two of them were stunned and listened to the old man continue: "The Yan clan was originally an ancient clan, but because the clan privately refined the 'humanoid smoke master', it violated the way of heaven and attracted divine punishment. And this person who brought extinction to the whole clan is Tan Ruyue. ”

Wuge was shocked when he heard this: "Is it her?"

The old man laughed sullenly: "Yes, I guess she is now thinking about how to kill Ji Sheng." ”

"Isn't she Ji Sheng's mother?" Wuge remembered very clearly, this was what Jing Yuan told them.

"Well, she's such a person who will do whatever it takes to achieve her ends, and she did it then, and she does it now. The old man's trembling hand hammered on the edge of the bed.

His cloudy eyes suddenly became extremely cold: "However, you must not hurt Ji Sheng's life, if you are injured, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this formation!"

Mo Xingran couldn't help but feel stunned, this is not right!

This is completely inconsistent with the news he learned from the mouth of the red mandarin girl, what went wrong!