The essence and blood of the whole body seemed to be scorched, and the pain and frost bit the lower lip tightly until the flesh and blood were blurred.

Mo Xian saw it in her eyes, was anxious in her heart, and couldn't wait to suffer this pain on her behalf.

Unable to bear the pain for Qingshuang, Mo Xian had to continuously convey the magic power into her body, gradually making Qingshuang's magic no longer dissipate and return to its origin.

But the backlash of the Demon King's Scepter is still there, and how much power Qingshuang uses the Demon King's Scepter will double the backlash against itself.

Mo Xian could only watch Qingshuang lying on the bed, and the bedding under her body was soaked with blood inch by inch.

But even so, Qingshuang never screamed in pain, obviously it hurt to the extreme, but she still had a little sobriety.

Mo Xian stayed beside Qingshuang, closed his eyes, and a tear quietly rolled down.

Regardless of the recklessness, he used all the power of the immortals and demons to reluctantly transform into a human form, reached out to hug her, gently pressed his face against her bloodless and temperatureless face, and whispered in a trembling voice: "Shuang'er, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt......"

A strange and somewhat familiar voice echoed in her ears, and Qingshuang wanted to see who it was, but she couldn't open her eyes.

"Frost, don't be afraid, I'm here. I'm here, I've come to you. ”

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt...... Don't cry, is it okay for Mo Xian to hurt with you? ”

Obviously, the voice was extremely unfamiliar, but it made Qingshuang familiar and reassuring, and at the same time, the bottom of his heart was irrepressibly sour, sour and painful.

Tears ran silently down his face, soaking the hair on his sideburns.

At the same time, at the wrist of the clear frost, a pair of crystal jade beads loomed.

It's just that no one noticed.

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Three days later, Qingshuang woke up from her bed.

The blood on his body had long since dried up, the bedding was also dyed dark red blood, and there was a black hair ball lying on the side of the bed.

I don't know if it's her illusion, this little thing seems to have shrunk a lot, and the beautiful black hair has lost its luster, and the whole thing looks like it has been hit hard and its vitality is greatly damaged.

It's clear that it's her who is hurting, why does it look worse than herself?

What happened when she was injured earlier?

I can vaguely remember that the pain was extreme at that time, and a warm heat source enveloped me in time, was it the spell that this little thing cast to save her?

It had only been cultivating for a few years, and it must have paid a great price in order to alleviate the backlash pain brought to her by the Demon King's Scepter.

The more Qingshuang thought about it, the more panicked she became, so she hurriedly sat up, hugged it in her arms, and carefully examined its body.

The injuries were extremely severe, the muscles and veins were damaged, and several bursts were cracked. Because of the use of strength far beyond his own, he almost injured his internal organs.

This time, she was the one who got involved.

I'm afraid that it will also scare it, so I don't care about my own life like this.

Thinking that this little thing can do it for himself, he can do this. For a while, Qingshuang's mood was very complicated, and even the previous ambivalence came up again.

After being silent for a long time, Qingshuang lowered her eyelids, sighed imperceptibly, reached out and rubbed the messy hair on Mo Xian's head, and took out a crimson pill from the cuff and gave it a dose.

Because Mo Xian's body is too fragile, the power of gods and demons in his body has reached a balance. Qingshuang couldn't directly use magic to heal him, so he could only give it some magic power to temporarily stabilize the injuries in his body.

After that, Qingshuang took out the 5,000-year-old ginseng given to her by the demon king and went to the ear room next to the side hall to boil it into a decoction to treat its internal injuries.

Just when Qingshuang came in, the moment he raised his eyes, he almost broke the soup bowl!