"What do you say? Can the Ghost King save her? Mo Qi twisted Yingting's sword eyebrows, looked at Shifeng in disbelief, and asked uncertainly, "How can he save him?" Are you sure? ”

This is not a joke, if the Ghost Monarch fails to successfully remove the soul sucking needle in the body of the Absolute Dump and angers Xuan Yue, the Absolute Fall will be in danger, and he must be sure.

"The ghost king personally promised, there will be no fake, I have made an appointment with him, tomorrow, he will rush to the devil." Shi Feng stared at Mo Qi, who had a questioning face, and said in a deep voice: "What you said last night, what you said last night is true? ”

Hearing this, Mo Qi was stunned, glanced at Shifeng, and then looked at the absolute collapse not far away, his eyes were complicated, and he was half-loud, and then he replied to the question: "Before I take out the soul sucking needle in her body, I can't leave the demon army, otherwise, it will arouse Xuan Yue's suspicion." ”

Seeing Mo Qi change the topic, Shi Feng narrowed his eyes, nodded, and said, "You scared her last night......"

With that, he walked towards the Absolute Fall.

Seeing Shifeng coming, he looked at Mo Qi who was standing and had not left, and there was a strange feeling in his heart, usually no matter how big he was, but after listening to his words last night, he always felt a little embarrassed when facing him now.

However, when she thought of the injury on his arm, she couldn't care about embarrassment, but she was afraid that he would leave again, so she hurriedly rushed to him with the Recovery Pill, poured out a pill, and handed it to him, "This is the Recovery Pill, after you eat it, the injury will be healed soon." ”

Mo Qi's dark eyes locked on her little face, seeing that her face was pale and her expression was tired, he immediately lowered his eyes, hiding the distressed look in his eyes, and hated himself viciously in his heart, he hated this distressed feeling, and hated himself even more, why did he say such things to her.

"Ink ......"

As soon as she was about to speak, Mo Qi grabbed her hand and interrupted her, "Your hand is injured." ”

Jue Qian wanted to withdraw his hand, but Mo Qi's grip was too tight, so that when he was looking for the Ascending Immortal Grass, his palm that was cut by the rattan on the cliff was faintly painful.

Mo Qi furrowed her brows, lowered her head, opened her mouth, and held the recovery pill in her palm, the thin and cool lips swept over her palm without a trace, and a breath sprayed on the wound in her palm, "I'm injured, why don't I know how to heal myself." ”

The breath swept her palms, and a touch of unnaturalness crawled on her face, and she immediately withdrew her hand and grinned: "A little injury, it's not in the way." ”

"Give me your hand." Seeing that Jue Dumpling withdrew his hand and put it behind his back, Mo Qi's deep eyes deepened a little, "Unless, you want me to spit out the medicine in my mouth." ”

When he heard this, he raised his eyebrows, stared at Mo Qi with wide eyes, and roared, "Mo Qi, when did you become so naïve?" You love to eat or not, you want to vomit when you want to, anyway, your arm is wasted, and it's not my mother's...... Yes...... Mo Qi, you let go of me......"

The words of absolute collapse were full of twists and turns, and before she finished speaking, Mo Qi grabbed her with a big palm, fished her in his arms, and forcibly pulled out the hand behind her back with his strong arms, and then held her hand tightly, while treating the wound in her palm, he said angrily: "Don't move, if you move again, believe it or not, I will knock you out." ”

The corners of his eyes twitched, he glared at Mo Qi, hooked his lips and said disdainfully: "Do you think you can beat me now?" ”