Fortunately, he was wearing a pitch-black robe, so it was difficult for the demons to notice, and if they knew that the Demon King was seriously injured, then the army would be in turmoil!

She could only grit her jade teeth and endure it.

Perhaps, this is also the reason why Mu Xuanli likes to wear black robes, she can't help but feel a little distressed.

Mu Xuanli saw that she was holding on, her face was pale, and her heart was painful like a knife, her body couldn't stand the military parade in the morning and the twists and turns in the afternoon.

He gestured to Feng Yaoxi with cold eyes.

Feng Yaoxi blinked her peach blossom eyes, and immediately understood, knowing that Mo Chaowan's physical condition was not good, so she invited everyone from the demon clan to go out to drink and have fun.

After all the demons withdrew from the Demon Palace, Mo Chaowan breathed a sigh of relief, and the deflated ball generally leaned on the main seat of the Demon King, fine sweat appeared on his forehead, and he whispered softly, "Great, it hurts...... The blood spilled again. ”

Mu Xuanli hurriedly stepped forward with a gloomy face, while comforting her, he gently picked her up and strode into the bedroom, carefully placed it on the bed, Mo Chaowan snorted sullenly, peeled off the black robe on her body, the white clothes were soaked with layers of blood, and his heart suddenly hurt one by one.

The first few days of this wound healed, the most immobile...... But she had to go to the military parade for a meeting today, if Mo Chaowan didn't show up, otherwise the demon heart would be in turmoil.

"Don't toss yourself anymore." Mu Xuanli wrinkled her brows and said distressedly, slowly removing her clothes, and removing the bandaged straps, all of which were already soaked in dazzling blood.

Seeing this, Mu Xuanli's expression was a little cold and terrifying, with a strong sense of slaughter, but gradually it was full of remorse and distress.

"Hiss----" Mo Chaowan frowned, his little face twisted, and he couldn't help but gasp in pain.

Mu Xuanli's movements were more light and careful, for fear of adding a sore spot to Mo Chaowan.

It hurts, Mo Chaowan gritted her jade teeth, stared at his good-looking eyebrows and eyes to divert her attention, and exposed naked in front of Mu Xuanli's eyes, although she had already been honest, she was still a little shy, so she unconsciously covered the ugly scars on her body.

Mu Xuanli gently medicated her skin, but there was no trace of evil thoughts in his eyes, only tenderness and distress for her, as if he could drip out of divine water.

"The wound is not scabbed, you have to move less, otherwise these wounds will bleed easily, and if it is infected, it will heal more slowly." Mu Xuan frowned sharply, and preached endlessly, and the tone of instruction was also mixed with the tone of this command.

Come to think of it, it is because I feel sorry for her to the extreme, and there will be a commanding tone.

Mo Chaowan hummed softly and was re-bandaged, Mu Xuanli's movements were very gentle, and the wounds on his body were covered with cool herbs and it didn't hurt so much.

She was now unconsciously a little tired, and she couldn't open her eyes.

"Get a good night's sleep." Mu Xuanli said softly, his dark eyes were as tempting as a whirlpool, and Mo Chaowan fell into a deep sleep unconsciously.

Mu Xuanli covered the quilt for her gently, for fear of waking up the sleeping Mo Chaowan.

He slowly left.

Walking out of the Demon Palace, his eyebrows were as cold as snow, and the Purple Pole Divine Whip in his hand turned into essence and oozing a thick killing intent.

The moonlight was like snow, on the edge of the cliff, Mu Xuanli was pitch black in the cold wind, three thousand ink hairs floated with the cold wind, the purple pole whip on his left hand flashed with a mysterious luster, and the whole person was like a Shura demon in hell, exuding a bloodthirsty and cold killing intent.

One thought is God, the other is a demon.

He is a fairy god who smiles and grudges, and he is a cold Shura on the battlefield.

A noble purple light as a dream appeared.