Suddenly, he was slammed down, and Ji Jiufang's already difficult breathing couldn't help but be completely stagnant.

When he came back to his senses and realized what had happened, the face in front of him suddenly blurred. He only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and the only remaining strength in his body gradually flowed out, and finally he lost consciousness completely in a piece of warmth......

Looking at Ji Jiufang, who was sleeping again, Liluo bit his lip, and couldn't help but scold him from head to toe in his heart. After scolding, he began to act.

"Shizi? What's wrong with you? ”

shouted and shook at the same time, but he knew in his heart that this guy would not wake up without half a day's work.

Thinking of this, and then thinking of the fact that he was almost killed in the forbidden land before, Liluo suddenly came to a breath, his eyes narrowed slightly sly, and the movement of shaking people in his hands was even greater, and the strength and amplitude were changed to a thin one, but I was afraid that I would be shaken apart by her.

As he was shaking with joy, he suddenly heard someone above his head asking:

"What's going on? What happened to the prince of the nine directions? ”

Taken aback, he didn't catch one in his hand and threw Ji Jiufang down. The man's body smashed to the ground, making a muffled sound, and the dust that was half a foot high fluttered up, falling on Ji Jiufang's face.

When I looked up, the person who came was actually a dark water plume.

"Youshao Master ......" Liluo licked his lips, "The prince ......of Jiufang was injured in the forbidden land, and he was thinking of getting out of Chengtian Mountain as soon as possible and returning to the southern continent to recuperate from his injuries" When he spoke, the few disciples who were rushing to them had already come closer.

They didn't hear what was going on, and when they arrived, they wanted to ask.

Youshui Yu spoke again and asked Liluodao:

"Why don't you go back to your room when you're hurt?"

"It is the order of the prince to return to Nanlu, and I dare not disobey it in the slightest." Liluo replied calmly, "The temperament of the prince of the nine directions, the young master of Youxiao also knows, and the most important thing is to say that he wants to go back, so I can only try my best to escort him back." ”

"He's hurt." Yu Shui Yu said lightly.

"Huh?"

I didn't understand.

For some reason, she always felt that Yu Shuiyu had doubts in her heart.

But why didn't the other party ask? If you really have any doubts, when Ji Jiufang is unconscious, wouldn't it be more convenient to torture or investigate?

Or is this water feather too cautious, and even she is on guard? After all, her formation and alchemy skills are all known to Yu Shuiyu, and if she has any scruples about her cultivation because of this, it is not unreasonable.

Seeing that Liluo was confused, Yu Shuiyu explained: "The prince of Jiufang is injured, you are alone, how can you take him back to Nanlu?" ”

Liluo showed a sweet smile, smiling harmlessly to humans and animals.

"I brought some pills, and I want to find a secluded and safe place for Shizi to take first, and after helping Shizi heal, I will go back to Liyangzhuang together."

A few disciples of Chengtian Mountain who were watching suddenly realized, and several of them made a gesture and asked Youshui Yu: "Your Excellency is the young master of Qingmiao Spring?" After Youshui Yu nodded, they asked Liluo again: "This girl, is she from Liyang Village?" The ......"

"The Son of the Nine Directions."

Liluo simply rushed to answer.

She'd been waiting to say this for a long time, and then swaggered to take people out!

Unexpectedly, several disciples looked at each other, and after making eye contact for a long time, they suddenly bowed to Liluo.

"I'm sorry, girl." A slightly older disciple said to Liluo, "We are all peripheral disciples of Chengtian Mountain, and we have never seen the young master before, nor have we seen the prince of the Nine Directions, so we can't listen to a few people's words, so we hastily identify the identities of a few." ”