In a daze, Liluo felt spiritual power injected into his body.

She wanted to look back to see who was helping her, but when she moved slightly, her back hurt terribly.

But the sharp pain in her back brought her to her senses.

"Master?"

He called tentatively, but the person behind him did not answer.

"You ......"

Liluo swallowed the words back.

She wanted to ask if it was Brother Mofeng, but she thought that she should be just an ordinary girl in Xihuo City now, if the person who healed herself was not Mofeng, wouldn't it be a leak?

Warm spiritual power is constantly injected.

The pain gradually decreases.

Liluo thought about it for a while, and then turned back.

"Don't move."

A cold voice commanded.

This is - Ji Jiufang?

Liluo couldn't help but gasp.

"Is it the prince of the Nine Directions?" She couldn't help but confirm.

Ji Jiufang didn't speak, just concentrated on healing her injuries.

After another injection of spiritual power, Liluo finally regained his strength, and just as he wanted to thank him, he heard Ji Jiufang say: "I'm just making sure you can move around, and the rest is up to you." ”

"What do you mean?"

Liluo asked, turning his head back.

Ji Jiufang plung his head away, and his movements were so fast that it made people think that he intended to dodge.

Liluo shrugged her eyebrows, and said in her heart why this person was suddenly afraid of seeing people, but she didn't dig deeper, just thanked her again and again, and then stood up, planning to go back to the house.

Just as he wanted to leave, he suddenly heard his breathing strangely, as if he was trying to restrain something, and he could hear his pain just by listening to the sound of heavy breathing.

Liluo couldn't help frowning and looked at Ji Jiufang seriously.

Ji Jiufang didn't leave or move.

It's just that he keeps his head pinched, so that Liluo can't see his face.

Liluo tilted his head, thought for a while, and suddenly felt a shock in his heart, stepped in front of Ji Jiu, grabbed his two arms, and stretched his neck hard, insisting on seeing his face.

Ji Jiufang closed his eyes and struggled for a moment, then stopped moving.

She was injured.

If you break free with all your strength, you will use your spiritual power to seal the wound that stopped bleeding, and I am afraid that it will open again.

Let her catch it, and let her see it!

It's not like I haven't seen it anyway.

After making up his mind, Ji Jiufang suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze was facing the eyes of Shangluo Searching. From the pupils that suddenly widened, Ji Jiufang saw his red eyes, and also saw her surprise and fear.

Red pupils reappear.

Liluo's heart skipped a beat.

Didn't you just help him suppress the blood pupils? It's only been a few days, and it's been like this again?

"What happened?"

Liluo couldn't help but ask.

Immediately remembered that Yan Yao was still sealed aside by herself, and in order to let out a bad breath and speak to stimulate Yan Yao's old witch, she deliberately did not set up a death formation in the camp. Although it is not difficult to repair it now, Ji Jiufang is here, and she does not dare to leave.

After hesitating for a moment, he could only swallow back the doubts he was full of.

Ji Jiufang looked indifferent, obviously not intending to answer.

After taking a closer look, I found that the red pupils this time were different from last time.

Last time, his pupils were blood-red, without a hint of variegation.

And now his eyes are still a little white, the bloodshot in his eyes is faintly visible, and most importantly, the pupils are still more black.

"It's okay, it's not serious."

Just a little enchanted.

No wonder you still know to save yourself.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and thought in her heart that she should let Ji Jiufang drink some blood, and then go back.

There is a triangular grass not far from your feet.

Because his body had not fully recovered, he didn't dare to use his spiritual power, for fear that he would fall down like the previous sacrifice, so he walked towards the three-edged grass and bent down to pick the grass.

He was only halfway through the squatting when the wound on his back was stretched and suddenly cracked a little.

The blood came out again.