Nangong Wufang saw Wu Bao half an hour later. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The conscientious great monk repeatedly checked everyone's identity, Zhuohua explained that his mouth was dry, and several others were asked to turn back into their original bodies and show various identity tokens before they passed the verification of the Buddhist cultivators.

Nangong Wufang, who was about to go berserk, only understood the caution of the great monks when he saw a room of Hidden Butterfly Clansmen.

Most of the Hidden Butterfly people were wounded, and many small novices were shuttling among them, handing water and medicine to take care of them. This made Nangong Wufang very puzzled.

"If I'm not mistaken, aren't these people all the eldest lady's subordinates?

The great monk explained: "The news of your lady's robbery was sent by them. Not long ago, the Holy Stupa collapsed, and it was they who carried the noble lady out of the pagoda. ”

Zhuo Hua asked with some doubts: "Did the Hidden Butterfly clan flee because the eldest lady saw through it?"

The Great Monk nodded, "At that time, the situation was critical, and Elder Dieyi had to reveal his identity to protect Lady Wubao. Many of the clansmen were not ready to flee before they suffered such heavy casualties. ”

What he said was vague, but Zhuo Hua and Nangong Wufang understood it. I'm afraid that among these Hidden Butterfly clansmen, not all of them have really defected, and because of the chaos and casualties, it is difficult to judge whether there are still clansmen left by the eldest lady's side. That's why the great monk will strictly check the visitors of unknown origin.

"Who is the Elder Dieyi who saved my wife?, is he injured?" Nangong Wufang was full of gratitude to him, and couldn't help but ask with concern.

The great monk shook his head, his expression was a little compassionate, "Elder Dieyi is okay now, it's just that he fled in a hurry with his clansmen, and now he is trying to find ways to renew the lives of his clansmen......"

"Continuation of life, how do you say this?" Nangong Wufang was a little strange, although the Hidden Butterfly Clan people he saw just now were not lightly injured, they should not be fatal.

Zhuo Hua beside him sighed, "Do you remember the Hidden Butterfly Assassin you caught on the day you officially became the Young Master?"

Nangong Wufang nodded, "Remember." He was about to confess, but died inexplicably. At first, we thought he had escaped on his own, or had been rescued!"

"The cause of his death was that there was no one to renew his life when he was gone. Zhuohua pointed to the room of the Hidden Butterfly Clan, "All the Hidden Butterfly Clansmen are the same as him. The eldest lady didn't know how to wake up a few dead eggs and breed the current Hidden Butterfly clan, and the flaw was that she had to renew their lives every day. ”

Back then, the Hidden Butterfly clan was wiped out, and none of the Hidden Butterfly eggs that were still hatching were spared. Some people are happy, some people regret, some people are in danger, but no one will care about those dead eggs anymore, and it is difficult to pay attention to a few of them.

Unexpectedly, the eldest lady relied on a few dead eggs to resurrect this clan and take it for her own use.

But Nangong Wufang was even more puzzled in his heart, in this way, the eldest lady can be said to have a life-saving grace for the entire Hidden Butterfly clan, how could they easily betray and save Wubao? Is it just because they don't want to be controlled by others?

"Is the way to continue life only in the hands of the eldest lady?"

Zhuohua didn't doubt him, "That's right. The Hidden Butterfly clan has been enslaved for thousands of years, living underground all day long, and dare not stay away from the White Tiger Secret Realm. Forced to go out on a mission, the slightest delay will put their lives in danger. ”

Nangong Wufang always felt that something was wrong, so he heard the great monk compassionate and compassionate: "Ladies and gentlemen, if there is a way to continue their lives, please be merciful." ”

"This is natural, my wife is a cultivator who is proficient in wood spiritual power, I think she should have a way. Whatever you need, my Suzaku clan will help. Nangong Wufang agreed to come down. In any case, these people are also Wubao's life-saving benefactors, and it is naturally a good thing that they can repay this cause and effect.

Unexpectedly, the great monk showed a bitter expression, "I can't hide it, if Mrs. Wubao has a way, Elder Dieyi will not have nothing to do." ”

Mo Chengqing was slightly surprised, his judgment was the same as Nangong Wufang, "These hidden butterflies are just lacking in vitality, how can Wubao have no choice?"

The biggest characteristic of wood spirit power is that it is vigorous, almost equivalent to life force, except that it can't really come back to life, it's basically the same.

To put it bluntly, if Wu Bao, who is proficient in wood spiritual power, has no way, then they, even if they are the highest cultivators, will not be able to have any good way.

Mo Chengqing suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Is Wu Bao also injured?!"

Nangong Wufang suddenly became nervous when he heard this, he didn't dare to think in this direction, but Momo's question made him have to face up to this possibility.

I saw the great monk walk to the door of a small wooden house, fold his hands, and say with a bitter face: "Mrs. Wubao is here, her injuries are very serious, and she has not yet woken up. ”

Nangong Wufang didn't say a word, pushed open the door and rushed in with an arrow step.

Maybe there were no female dependents in the Buddhist camp, and Ying Wubao was still wearing the shirt that was robbed that day, but the placket turned dark red after the blood stains dried up, a large patch, and it was dazzlingly red.

Her face was pale, a hideous wound on her neck, the flesh was slightly turned outward, and the only thing to be thankful for was that the wound was slowly closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The great monk who followed Nangong Wufang into the house explained: "The medicine that should be given to your lady has already been used. She's in fine condition, but when she wakes up, it's unpredictable. ”

What he didn't say was that it was unlikely today, and those poor Hidden Butterfly people were only afraid that they wouldn't survive tonight.

Nangong Wufang sat on the edge of Wubao's bed distressedly, gently brushing her face. Little Moon and Little Star also walked over silently, snuggled up to her, holding back tears, which made people look really pitiful.

Mo Chengqing waved his hand at Laifeng, and pulled Zhuohua away again, "Nangong Wufang, let's go visit that guy in Xitian first." Have a good reunion as a family!"

The great monk followed out with a sense of humor, and then closed the door, leaving room for the family in the house to be alone.

Immediately, he looked at Mo Chengqing with some embarrassment, "Lord Sage, Buddha he, he is only afraid that he will not be able to see guests now." ”

Mo Chengqing was actually looking for an excuse, casually speaking, seeing that the great monk was so embarrassed, he became interested, "What's wrong with that guy in Xitian?

When the great monk heard this, he was very unswerving, "Lord Shengjun, please be cautious." In order to save people, the Buddha was also injured a lot, and he was recuperating and was not suitable to meet guests. ”

"Dealing with a big lady, he even blew himself up in the holy pagoda, and he was so injured that he couldn't see a guest? Don't tease me!" Mo Chengqing's face was full of disbelief.