The figure of the ink dye appeared in front of everyone's eyes like that, the battle platform was in ruins, the smoke and dust were scattered, and the ink dye was flying behind him like a waterfall and green silk, with a smile on his pale face, and he looked at Jun Chenyuan, the most dazzling in the crowd.

The enchantment disappeared, and the residual spiritual power that permeated the battle platform rushed to his face, faintly carrying a powerful aura.

"This is, the breath of the monarch's pinnacle..."

Xuanxi was a little stunned and felt the residual breath of the battle, and opened his mouth unconsciously, but he was still listened to by others who had a heart.

"What? The pinnacle of the monarch? ”

"Wan Qing'er is gone, my God, so to speak, Mo Dye is the Wan Qing'er who defeated the peak of the monarch?"

"It's incredible."

"It's... Unlikely. ”

The people in the audience looked at the ink dyeing with shock, suspicion, disdain and amazement, sixteen years old, the peak of the monarch, that kind of height is something they dare not imagine, and the ink dye, it seems that it has been done.

Jun Chenyuan turned a deaf ear, put Chonghua away, and flew forward to hold the ink dye into his arms.

"Dye'er, sleep for a while, I'm here." Jun Chenyuan picked up the ink dye horizontally, his face like frost.

His heart was damaged, his hands were blurred, and his mental strength was dry.

Jun Chenyuan's eyes were full of coldness, and he shouldn't have left the woman in the ink elegy in the first place.

"Chen Yuan, go back, bring Luo Yi back too."

Mo Ran shook her head, she couldn't rest yet, Lan Luoyi's injuries were much more serious, she couldn't wait any longer.

Jun Chenyuan pursed his thin lips, and his purple eyes looked at the few people who were taking care of Lan Luoyi.

"Ink dye..."

Yu Yanhao stood aside, muttering the name of Mo Ran, looking at Mo Ran who was hugged into Jun Chenyuan's arms, he had never seen such a weak Mo Ran, it was so distressing and incomprehensible.

Everything that happened just now, he has been holding back, not saying a word, his palm was scratched by his own nails, maybe only pain can make him sober.

With Jun Chenyuan here, the powerful aura on his body is all telling Yu Yanhao, what qualifications do you have to stand by Mo Ran's side.

Lan Luoyi was injured, he watched coldly, Mo Ran rushed to the battle platform, he actually felt that Mo Ran didn't have to put himself in danger for others, it was not worth it at all.

Perhaps he was born in the royal family, and since he was a child, he understood that he pursued advantages and avoided disadvantages, took egoism as the guideline, and thought about himself first when doing things.

Therefore, when he encountered ink dyeing, whether it was the friendly atmosphere on ink dye, the stunning face, or the style of action of ink dyeing, he was deeply attracted to him.

He didn't understand why Mo Dye thought about others in everything, even the treatment of contract monsters was average, when he encountered danger, he first faced it by himself and protected everyone, which made Yu Yanhao very incomprehensible.

This is different from what Yu Yanhao has learned, and the people he has come into contact with, there is a way that people do not destroy the heavens and the earth for themselves, and ink dyeing is an exception.

So Yu Yanhao's gaze always stayed on Mo Ran's body, and gradually, it became more and more inseparable, and he clearly remembered his thoughts at that time.

One day he ascends to the throne, and he wants ink dyeing to be his queen.

But before he became famous, Mo Dye found a partner, which made him very angry, lost, sad, and filled his heart, making him more and more unable to calm down.

So much so that he has a grudge against Mo Ran, why not wait for him, wait for him to be ready, and then marry him.

Yu Yanhao consciously distanced himself from the ink dye, but he couldn't help the anxiety in his heart, which made him a little overwhelmed.

Now looking at such a weak ink stain, the feelings in my heart seem to be about to gush out, out of control.

"Let's go back together."

After Jun Chenyuan finished speaking, he left first with ink dye.

Wu Shengyue picked up Lan Luoyi, followed by Yan Yan and Xia Muyao, and left with Jun Chenyuan.

Yu Yanhao looked at the unknown crowd around him and walked in front of the sky.

"Dean, it's better to stop the competition, it takes time to repair the battle platform, and you also need to check the matter of Wan Qing'er, ink dyeing... And other contestants also need to rest. ”

Yu Yanhao paused at the name of the ink dye, and resumed his speech.

"What Your Highness said is that this will be stopped."

The sky looked at the messy battle platform, shook his head, and flicked his sleeves to announce.

"The competition was suspended, and after three days, it was back to normal."

The crowd was instructed to disperse, but they still kept discussing everything that was stained with ink, and what the girl had brought to them all from the beginning was incredible, and now it was called a miracle.

Innate level alchemist, monarch peak magician, ink dye seems to have done it, but she is still only a sixteen-year-old girl.

Liu Qianxue stood in place, looking at the ruined battlefield with deep eyes, listening to the discussion of the people in her ears, and a cold light crossed her eyes.

She didn't believe that a small person from the mainland could reach the strength of the monarch's peak, so she wouldn't be fooled.

Liu Qianxue was surrounded by everyone and left the venue, and her opinion on ink dye seemed to be quietly changing.

Yan Zixun stood beside Liu Qianxue, her pale golden eyes flowing, with a full smile.

Ink dye, you really didn't disappoint me.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and the firmament commanded the academy's engineers to begin repairing the messy battle platform, and the higher-ups left.

Xuanxi hurried back to Xuanshui Ju to visit Mo Dye.

Not far away, a woman in a black dress with gilded phoenix stripes looked at the position where the ink-dyed party was standing, and her eyes were full of doubts, and she always felt that something was not right.

Xu was that the woman was too dull before, but no one noticed that the leader of the outer continent was so shocking.

Three thousand green silk, tied in the Lingshan bun, antlers inlaid with silver combs, coral jade hairpins on both sides, each inserted a tortoiseshell butterfly hairpin.

The sideburns hang a few thin wisps curled up on the shoulders, the cloud bun is obliquely on both sides of the moon glazed hairpin, and the tail falls with tassels. The center of the bun is covered with coral filaments.

Both ears wear glass pendants, and the pendant is of the highest grade.

The woman looked like she was about twenty-five years old, with skin like clotted fat, plump breasts, shoulders and a thin waist, a tall figure, and slender limbs.

On a small goose egg, the mountain is green and light, the eyebrow bone is smooth, a pair of slender Danfeng eyes, the tail of the eyes is hooked, and it is very gorgeous. The long eyelashes cast a shadow on the cheeks, the nose is exquisite, and the red lips are not dotted but red.

Looking closely at this appearance, it is an excellent beauty, gestures, a smile and a smile are very gorgeous, but the beauty has a lot of the atmosphere of a superior person, with a solemn demeanor and a little less relaxed posture.

The woman's eyes shone with an incomprehensible light, and the corners of her lips pulled out the arc of a faint smile, and she disappeared in place.

Jun Chenyuan carried Mo Dye back to Xuanshui Residence, and Mo Dye withdrew from Jun Chenyuan's embrace.

"Wait, let's take a look at Roy's injuries first."

Mo Ran patted the back of Jun Chenyuan's hand, and resumed a ruddy little face with a flattering smile.

Jun Chenyuan had a gloomy face, pursed his lips, and looked at Mo Ran's face that had improved significantly after taking the pill, but let her go.

"Ink dye, Luo Yi ......."

Wu Shengyue hugged Lan Luoyi and hurried to the center of the courtyard, looking at Mo Ran's expression with panic and bewilderment.

"Shengyue, it's okay, leave it to me."

Mo Ran took Lan Luoyi, calmed Wu Shengyue's somewhat anxious look, and carried Lan Luoyi into the room.

"What's wrong, what's wrong with Roy?"

Mo Zhiyi looked like he had just come back from outside, dusty, and seemed to have left not long after the start of today's game, not knowing what he had done.

"Luo Yi was injured by that Wan Qing'er, and later learned that that Night Qing'er was a fake."

Wu Shengyue clenched his fists tightly, his green tendons bulged, Xia Muyao looked at Wu Shengyue's appearance and shook his head, answering Mo Zhiyi's question.

"Where have you been?"

Yan Yan asked as if unintentionally, he always felt that the timing of Mo Zhiyi's departure would be too coincidental.

"There are some things to deal with at home, so I contacted the housekeeper at home."

Mo Zhiyi's gaze was firmly fixed on the door, answering Yan Yan's question, looking quite frank.

Yan Yan glanced at Mo Zhiyi's nervous appearance again, and wanted to say something more, but Xia Muyao touched the back of his hand and shook his head at him.

"The top priority is Luo Yi's injury, let's talk about the rest later."

Yan Yan had no choice but to give up, but looking at Mo Zhiyi's gaze was a little unfriendly.

"Chen Yuan, you can also go out, call Mu Yao in and hand it over to us."

Mo Ran smiled at Jun Chenyuan.

"Okay."

Jun Chenyuan pushed the door out and called Xia Muyao into the house.

"Dye, Roy She ......."

Xia Muyao looked at Lan Luoyi, who was covered in blood on the bed, and tears slipped down her cheeks.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Mo Ran looked at Lan Luoyi, her eyes crossed with distress, she slowly peeled off her clothes, took out a few bottles of pills, and pinched the pills at the wounds on Lan Luoyi's body, and the medicine powder covered the hideous wounds, and after a while, they began to heal slowly.

Mo Ran took out a wooden bucket and instructed Xia Muyao to pour the pill next to him into it and fill it with hot water.

Xia Muyao began to get busy, and the ink stained palm luck spiritual power swept across Lan Luoyi's whole body.

"The heart veins are broken, the limbs are fractured, the left calf is comminuted, the dantian is damaged, and the spiritual power is exhausted."

Ink Dye frowned, it was really cheap that ink elegy.

Mo Ran took the innate level Compound Bone Pill for Lan Luoyi, and the spiritual power in his palm was transported, helping to absorb the medicinal power.

After a while, the bruise caused by the broken bone gradually dissipated, and Mo Dye reached out and pinched the broken bone, and the regeneration of the bone was very fast, and it was basically healed.

Mo Ran looked at Lan Luoyi's left calf, and it seemed that he could only recover slowly.

As for the dantian, Mo Ran thought about it, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, she remembered that it was recorded in ancient books that among the innate level elixirs, there was one that could repair the dantian, but the medicinal materials needed were rare, so that few people could refine them.

"I remember that the medicinal herbs were, the core of the lamp, the rhizome of the cage grass, the juice of the phoenix flower, and the pure elemental power of the fire spirit.

I see, the fire spirit is the most difficult material to obtain. ”

But it's not that hard for ink dyeing.

Ink dye prepared the medicinal materials, took out the Dan furnace, and prepared the alchemy.

And Xia Muyao is almost ready.

"Dyeing, I'm done here."

Xia Muyao looked at the turquoise liquid in the barrel and nodded at Mo Ran.

"Okay, put Luo Yi in, Luo Yi should feel some pain at first, hold her down."

Xia Muyao nodded, put Lan Luoyi into the bucket, and looked at Lan Luoyi intently.

Ink Dye sat cross-legged, his wrist blowing, and the fire spirit hung in his palm.

"Fire Spirit, it's up to you."

"Don't worry, master, just leave it to me with the fire spirit."