"What?" When Mo Yu heard this, it was like five thunderbolts hitting the top, and he almost lost his breath. How could he not know what it meant for the black boy to be injured in the meridians of his mouth.

A descendant of Mogu, the most wrapped is the Mojing, which is also the foundation of the Mogu inheritance, once the Mojing is damaged, even the high priest of Mogu cannot restore it.

"Boy, you can't worry, the fairy has a way to heal you, she is boiling medicine in the forest" The thin black boy explained stiffly, casually pointing to the cave opposite.

Although Mo Yu couldn't see anywhere, he could still smell a hint of herbs. He was still not at ease, after all, even the High Priest could not do anything about this injury. At this time, Mo Yu was no longer able to calmly face what had happened, and even his fantasies about fairies were thrown out of the clouds.

He just wanted to recover quickly, even if he was allowed to return to Mogu, he would never hesitate.

"Brother, can you do me a favor?" Mo Yu struggled to straighten her body a little.

The thin black boy frowned slightly and said, "Brother? Do we count? Well, for the sake of the fairy's face, you say, what do you want me to do".

Mo Yu did not get angry with the black and thin boy, and continued to plead: "Help me go to Mogu to deliver the letter, only by finding the high priest as soon as possible, I may still have a chance to live."

Mo Yu tried to catch his breath and finish the whole sentence, and then his eyes were full of stars, and he lay on the ground again.

The thin black boy thought for a long time before replying, "Don't you believe in fairy medicine? I think the fairy can heal you."

Mo Yu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "It's not that I don't believe in fairy medicine, it's really that the Mogu meridians have things that ordinary people can't understand, and they can't be continued with ordinary medicines."

When the black thin boy heard this, he also nodded slightly and said: "Elder Shu also once said that each Dao technique has its own unique secret technique, maybe this is the case with your Mogu, okay, I'll help you run, but I just send the letter, and I don't ask about other things."

Mo Yu said in surprise when he heard this: "Thank you, brother, just send the letter", as he spoke, he swept his waist card with his eyes, and then squeezed out a silk thread of consciousness from the center of his eyebrows and engraved it into a cognitive ball.

The thin black boy picked up the waist card, gathered the knowledge ball, and turned over and left the low grass.

As for Moyu, he was hung high on a cliff, and no beast would go to such a dangerous place to covet his flesh.

Sweat mixed with blood slid down Cui'er's slender fingertips, and in the gap between her hands, the huge incense flame was like a pillar of heaven, unable to shake a single bit.

The incense mist curled up, but it was like a dark cloud in the sky, obscuring most of the light, and the entire barrier fell into chaos and filth.

A trace of hair swayed in the fragrant mist along the corner of Cui'er's mouth, with a touch of unwilling tenacity.

It tried to curl up, but it was smoothed by the circles of smoke, and curled, and smoothed....

Cui'er jerked her head up, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly, and she almost crumbled her whole strength. A pair of hands were inserted into the base of the incense candle, the huge ring full of mysterious textures. Her throat growled, her hands almost deformed, but she held on.

Tears, sweat, and blood flowed down the curly strands of hair again, and her palm slid and slammed into the altar.

She had completely lost her strength this time, and in the past few days, hundreds of attempts had almost exhausted her physical strength. Even if she knew it was futile, she would still do it, or just to give those people a hope, or to give herself a reason to avoid their eyes.

Cui'er was physically and mentally exhausted at this time, and her legs and feet were weak and collapsed on the ground. Her slender fingers were already blistering with blood, and they were unnaturally bent, barely able to do anything, not even pick the strand of hair in front of their forehead. Her arms naturally drooped, and the inexplicable soreness made her arm almost paralyzed.

However, she had to struggle to raise her arms and make a gesture of preparation for the next time.

Cui'er knew very well that there must be countless pairs of eyes behind her at this moment, staring at her with demand.

Although Cui'er's arm was painful, she was even more afraid to face the longing eyes that radiated through hell.

Every time Cui'er faced them, she felt like she was beside a volcanic crater, and those eyes were like hot molten lava.

They can melt Tsui'er's spirit and make her completely broken.

I can't let them down.

Cui'er bit the corner of her mouth hard and got back up, but her arm was no longer tilted uncontrollably. She tried to force her back, but couldn't. Eventually, she slanted to the side of the stone pillar.

After that, there was a series of whistling sounds from within the huge ring, like the wind and waves before a storm, like a whimper after the earth was swept away by a tornado.

Cui'er's eyes were red, she had cried more than once in the past few days, and this time she really couldn't shed tears. All that was shed was blood, and she leaned feebly against the stone pillar, turning her face sideways to look at the familiar and pitiful faces of those desperate strugglers in hell. They had been her sisters, her elders, and now they were all lost in pain and fear.

Every time Cui'er fails, it will bring them a collapse of willpower, and countless souls will be burned by the merciless incense to the last trace of wisdom.

Cui'er closed her eyes in despair, she couldn't save them, just as she couldn't get out of the barrier here, they were all imprisoned now, one in hell and the other on the edge of hell.

With a whimper in her ears, the crying gradually disappeared, and Cui'er gradually fell into a coma, she was so tired that she couldn't restrain her sleepiness and completely fell into a dream.

In her dreams, Cui'er seemed to find a spiritual spring, from which she had gained her new energy, as well as her arms and injured fingertips.

There was a young man sitting next to the spiritual spring, he was like a statue, with no expression or emotion. But his eyes were full of wisdom. He often only needs one look to see through what Cui'er is thinking, and takes the initiative to bring it to her. Tsui Er didn't know why he appeared in her dreams, or who he was. But Tsui Er felt that he cared about her, so Tsui Er also trusted the other party very much.

Cui'er likes this kind of quiet and peaceful dream, she can sometimes soak in the spiritual spring for half a day, and can also taste a food and wine, the taste is very real, so that Cui'er seems to return to the time when she was taken care of by the first village. It's just that the person in front of him has been replaced by a young man.

Cui'er also knows very well that all this is just a dream, because in reality, there is no such a man, and in her experience of men, such a cold and affectionate man will never exist, and he can only exist in dreams. Since it was a dream, Cui'er enjoyed everything that the man had carefully arranged for herself.

She lived a leisurely time like this, stretching out her hands to eat and open her mouth, and it was strange to say that Cui'er's dream was very long, and sometimes it was so long that Cui'er had the illusion of waking up.

Cui'er slapped the spiritual spring vigorously, and her body swam in the spiritual spring like a fish. From time to time, she raised her head and looked at the statue on the shore. I found that he was always an expression, that is, expressionless, his eyes glowed with a charming dark green luster, which looked cold, but inexplicably carried a sense of trust.

After Cui'er walked around, the young man took out some rare medicinal herbs from behind him and threw them into the spring, and then walked away. At this time, Cui'er also knew that she needed to soak in the medicinal bath. At this time, Cui'er needs to be naked, so the young people will take the initiative to avoid it.

It doesn't matter if Cui'er says it himself, because he's just a dream image.

When the young man left, Cui'er shed her clothes, revealing her white skin and plump body. Cui'er wondered why she was so good in her dreams, but in reality, she was just a plane, and she was once teased by her sisters for being a washboard figure.

Cui'er picked up the liquid medicine and sprinkled it on her body, the thick coconut milk flowed down her neck, along her armpits, pujia, and buttocks, bringing an inexplicable coolness to her whole body, and instantly making her whole person exude a transparent feeling from the inside out. After a dozen times, Cui'er used up the bucket of medicinal pulp, and she almost moaned happily, she was suspended on the water, and the whole person was unconsciously pushed by the spring water, floating like a leaf of duckweed.

When Cui'er was almost swept to sleep by the spring water, she trembled violently, and her whole body immediately struck a spirit. She suddenly realized a problem, that is, why she still wanted to sleep in her dreams. A thought woke up the person in the dream, Cui'er tried to turn over and sit up, and pinched herself hard, and suddenly a sour feeling made her wake up.

She had been awake all the time, which meant that everything she had experienced was real, including the statue youth.

As soon as she thought of this, Cui'er's face flushed, and she longed to find a crack in the ground to get into. Because in the past few days, she has always regarded the statue man as an illusory figure, and naturally she will express to him something that it is impossible for a woman to say to a man. Thinking like this, Cui'er could no longer restrain the panic in her heart, and fell headlong under the spring, not daring to expose her head.

I don't know how long she cooled down in the spring before she finally mustered up the courage to return to the surface. At this time, the statue man returned, he still had that cold, expressionless face, only this time he had half more masks on his face, although he covered half of his face, it was still him.

Cui'er's cheeks turned red inexplicably, she pursed her lips and stuttered for a long time before asking, "Who are you?" Why am I here? ”。

Cui'er wanted to ask him what he had heard in the past few days, but the words came to her lips and swallowed back.

"This is Shiruquan, you are seriously injured, only with the help of Shiruquan can you be saved" The young man's tone was cold and stiff, like a robot talking.

This is the first time that the man in the dream has spoken, and Cui'er feels both inexplicably excited and unsympathetic.

When Cui'er heard this, she was almost crying when she was aggrieved, but she still held back.

After a long time, she continued to ask: "Stone Milk Spirit Spring?" Only in the courtyard of the first village owner...", Cui'er said halfway, and looked around abruptly.

The stone carving man explained indifferently: "That's right, this is the Lingquan Courtyard of the First Village, which was originally where your owner lived."

Cui'er was stunned for a long time before she said suspiciously: "Lingquan Courtyard, now that it didn't fall into the hands of the demons, how did you enter."

The stone carving man was silent for a while, and then continued: "I have the final say here, including the entire first village."

As soon as these words came out, Cui'er was as if she had been struck by lightning, and she really couldn't believe that the dream man in front of her, who took care of herself, turned out to be the demon king who killed people without blinking an eye.

Cui'er was frightened for a while before she calmed down, stared at the stone carving man and explained: "You can't be a demon king, you are a good person, I can sense that you have been treating me these days.... I know you're never going to be a demon king."

The stone carving man glanced at her indifferently, and said, "I saved you because you are like a person, if you don't speak, I will continue to help you as her, but it's a pity that your voice is not as good as her."

This is said more bluntly, and unkind, in front of a woman, saying that she is not as good as another woman, at this moment, Cui'er is aggrieved and almost wants to scold, she really wants to scold him for being a stone, a stone man who does not understand the amorous feelings. But soon she calmed down, she knew very well that the other party had always been like this, but she understood the wrong meaning, so she naturally regarded what he did for another woman as emotion.

That's right, that's not .... After briefly recalling the experience of the past few days, Cui'er understood that the stone carver had indeed not really expressed his feelings, and he had always been this dead face.

"Okay, I believe you're the Demon King, but why don't you kill me? Is it just because I look like her? Cui'er lowered her head weakly, and after a long time, she finally accepted the reality that the stone carving man opposite was the demon king who had invaded the first village. If he wasn't, it wouldn't have been here at all.

The stone carving man is naturally the second life, he stared at Cui'er with indifferent eyes, and saw that she didn't care, so he explained: "Because you are Huang, an ancient Huang can summon the power of living beings, so I will never let you die, I will exchange her life with force."

"What?" Cui'er was stunned again when she heard this, before she thought she had met a good person, but then she took a step back, she met a demon king who cared about her for her own growth, and now she was completely angry, she was actually used as a stand-in for another person, or in exchange for her life.

Such a situation, even if Cui'er has a weak temperament, she can't accept it, like an enraged tiger, rushing towards her second life. Whoever hears such consequences will be desperate.

"Devil, devil, you fight back" Cui'er kept beating the other party's chest with her arms, but the second life never ignored it.

(End of chapter)