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"Qian, Er...... Qian'er ......"

From Nanfeng Kui's mouth, Yun Qingyue heard a fragmented voice, a call, mixed with inhuman pain, like the mournful cry of a dying bird. Please search (product % book ¥¥ net) to see the most complete! The fastest update

Yun Qingyue's hand pushing him suddenly became heavy, and she couldn't do it anymore.

It's just a poor man trapped in love.

Yun Qingyue sighed silently, pretending to reach into his sleeve, but in fact, he folded a small piece of thousand-year-old oolong wood from the space.

At that time, the Tianxiang beans that were obtained for free from Ying Daiyun had successfully taken root and sprouted into small trees after the cultivation of the space, and now in the space of Yun Qingyue, there were rows of thousand-year-old oolong trees that were enough for people from the outside world to fight for their heads.

No one had noticed that the inconspicuous-looking string of wooden beads in her hand had been specially forged for her from thousand-year-old oolong wood.

And when she hangs Bai Yunsheng around her neck now, there will be a small wooden bead on that lanyard, which she forged by herself, in order to let Bai Yunsheng be nourished at all times.

If those people saw that when Yun Qingyue first started practicing, how the thousand-year-old oolong wood was wasted, they would definitely say that Yun Qingyue was a loser.

Yun Qingyue shouted at Qiu Ping: "If you want your master to live longer, come and help me help him up." ”

Qiu Ping hesitated and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Help him."

Yun Qingyue tried a few more times, but she still couldn't move Nanfeng Kui away from her.

"Don't try to play tricks like this, if you do, we have more means to make your life worse than death."

Qiu Pingzui threatened Yun Qingyue, but in the end he still helped.

However, he couldn't break Nanfeng Kui, so he could only make Yun Qingyue reluctantly sit up.

Although this posture still made people speechless, it was just better, and Yun Qingyue hurriedly used her spiritual power.

She injected spiritual power into the thousand-year-old oolong wood, and slowly, she saw the white smoke coming out of the thousand-year-old oolong wood, and then, the white smoke drilled into Nanfeng Kui's nose, slowly, his expression was not so painful, and after a while, his hand around Yun Qingyue's waist gradually relaxed.

Qiu Ping watched Yun Qingyue's movements in shock, he had been following Nan Fengkui's side, and he also knew that every time he had an illness, he was in pain, and the attack would only get worse and worse.

It's the first time I've calmed down so quickly.

Qiu Ping stared at the branch in Yun Qingyue's hand, and finally recognized that it was a thousand-year-old oolong wood.

I was surprised that Yun Qingyue actually had such a treasure, if he could find more thousand-year-old oolong wood, then His Majesty would not have to be so painful.

Thinking so, Qiu Ping had already made up his mind to find a thousand-year-old oolong wood at any cost.

After a long time, Yun Qingyue saw that the thousand-year-old oolong wood could no longer give birth to the soul nourishing essence, so he stopped.

After this pause, she suddenly felt as if her whole body had collapsed, weak and weak.

Yun Qingyue then remembered that there was no trace of aura here for her to replenish, and she was so focused just now that she didn't notice the excessive consumption of spiritual power, so she would be like this.

As she was about to lie down, a pair of hands caught him.

"What's wrong with you?"

Yun Qingyue looked at her in those slightly cold eyes, but she knew that it was not her who was looking there.

"It's just overexertion."

"Why was you so careless?"

Hearing Nan Fengkui's reproach, Yun Qingyue finally couldn't help but roll her eyes and said, "I'm nosy, okay?" ”

As she spoke, she continued to mutter, "If it weren't for the fact that there was no heaven and earth aura here, would I be like this? Good intentions are not rewarded. ”

"I didn't let you save it, do what you can."

"You mean I don't have to do it? Don't you think it's more appropriate for you to use it? ”

Although she was a little weak, Yun Qingyue still stubbornly expressed her thoughts.

"Do you know that when your soul is gone, your soul will be gone?"

Yun Qingyue frowned and spoke, overlapping with the shadow of memory, seemingly, it seems......

Nan Fengkui's head slowly lowered, getting closer and closer to Yun Qingyue.

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