His fingertips brushed the shocking wounds on the ink painting's body through the square scarf, and the milky white spiritual power repaired his broken body.

The fingertips stopped on the chest of the ink painting, and two shocking bite marks glowed with a faint black gas.

Judging by the edges of the wound, it is clearly an old wound. But what puzzled Luan'er was why it hadn't healed for a long time since it was an old injury, and it still exuded a highly toxic black gas.

The milky white spiritual power covered the black poisonous gas of the wound, like a drop of water falling on the red-hot iron plate, and it evaporated in an instant.

In the ink painting's throat, there was also an inaudible coughing sound.

Luan'er hurriedly stopped what she was doing.

Pu Jia also stepped forward at this moment, he squatted beside the demon, looked at the wound on the ink painting with a solemn face, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Demon demon, if I am not mistaken, this wound should be left by the fangs of the giant python." ”

"Monty Python?" Luan'er's confusion was written on the demon's face, and she asked questions with the help of the demon's mouth.

"Judging by the shape of the tusks and the smell of poisonous gases, this is supposed to be a giant python that inhabits the poisonous swamp of Osawa."

"If I'm not mistaken, judging by the color of the edges of the wound and the degree of recovery, the wound is at least a thousand years old."

Daze, python, Yuqi. Luan'er understood that this wound might have been left by him when he was protecting Yuqi.

Thinking of what happened to him in Daze, thinking of the two-headed python that was about to take his life, and thinking that if it weren't for the disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who happened to pass by the sword, Luan'er's heart was desolate.

Before he knew it, the bean-sized tears fell uncontrollably, wetting the blackened chest of the ink painting.

Pu Jia didn't know how to comfort her, so she gently held the back of the demon's hand and gave her spiritual power.

The warm feeling poured into her chest along the palm of her hand, and Luan Er came back to her senses, once again urging the milky white spiritual power to repair the body of the ink painting.

Finally, most of the scars left by the Thunder Tribulation were restored under the nourishment of spiritual power, but the two hideous bite marks on the chest showed no signs of recovery at all.

Although Luan'er was unwilling to give up, she could feel that the physical strength of this body could no longer support it.

"Youqi, I'm sorry." Luan'er preached to the demons hiding in her heart.

"Luan'er, what do you have to apologize for, even if you want to say sorry, it should be me."

"If I hadn't been lazy and didn't cultivate immortals on weekdays, maybe I would have more aura to help you."

The demon was a little ashamed.

Luan'er wanted to tell her that it was her physical exhaustion rather than her spiritual strength, but at this moment, the ink painting on her lap suddenly coughed again.

"Ink painting." Luan'er called his name gently.

The person in his arms slowly opened his eyes and met her gaze, his lips fluttering weakly.

"Ink painting, what do you want to say?"

Luan'er hurriedly leaned down and leaned forward with her ears.

"Luan...... Luan'er ......"

The ink painting struggled to call out her name.

"I'm here." Luan Er hurriedly held the hand of the ink painting.

"Luan'er ......" When the ink painting called her name again, Luan'er suddenly realized that the ink painting was calling her name instead of Yuqi.

"Luan'er is here." Luan'er held the ink painting hand tighter.

Mo Hua broke free of his hand from hers, he shook his head slowly, and said in a hoarse voice, "You ...... Non-Luan'er ......"

Luan'er suddenly realized that she was now borrowing the body of the demon, and what she saw in the ink painting was naturally the appearance of the demon.

The demon could feel the tearing sensation that Luan'er peeled out of his body, and after a few breaths, a beautiful woman's light and shadow appeared beside the demon.

She looked at the ink painting affectionately, and reached out to touch his cheek, but her fingertips went straight through it.

Luan'er retracted her hand with some disappointment, the ink painting met her gaze, and the sound of breathing gradually became calmer.

"Luan'er, are you okay?" The ink painting asked in a whisper.

In one sentence, the thousand-year-old sorrow in Luan'er's pupils melted like snow, turned into tears, and poured down.

Like a falling starlight.

Mohua struggled to stand up, Luan'er's light and shadow floating beside him.

The demon held Pu Jia's hand, looked at the stunned face on his face, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Pu Jia, you once taught me a word, and I don't really understand its meaning until today." The demon whispered.

"What word?" Pu Jia asked suspiciously.

The demon stood on tiptoe, leaned into Pu Jia's ear, and whispered two words-

"Jealous."

After saying that, the demon was surprised to find that Pu Jia's face seemed to be red.

The demon was overjoyed in her heart, she pulled Pu Jia to the place side by side with the ink painting Luan'er, the ink painting looked at Luan'er, and then looked at the demon, as if she understood something, and said softly: "Thank you." ”

"Don't worry, don't worry." The demon hurriedly waved her hand, but this action suddenly evoked a memory in her heart - the ink painting raised the crystal cup, hooked his hand, and signaled Luan'er, who was still a seven-tailed bird, to step forward.

Thinking of this, the demon's eyes lit up, she cleared her throat pretendically, and said: "If you say thank you, you don't need to say it, but with the relationship between me and Luan'er, if I come to visit him one day, you should still do your best to be a landlord." ”

The demon paused, and went through what he had just said again in his heart, feeling polite and thoughtful, and there was nothing wrong with it, so he nodded with satisfaction and continued: "It is still necessary to entertain with moon dew elixir. ”

When Pu Jia heard the demon's words, her flushed face, which had not completely receded, was full of black lines in a blink of an eye.

"It should be." Mo Hua nodded, as if touching the wound on his chest, and coughed a few more times.

"Luan'er, the nine-headed Xiangliu was severely injured by the sevenfold heavenly thunder, and it is the weakest moment, wait for me to seal it again." Mo Hua swallowed and preached to Luan'er.

The re-shining starlight in his eyes seemed to comfort Luan'er, telling her not to be afraid, everything would be fine.

Luan'er nodded, and the ink painting staggered in the direction of Xiangliu, a hundred paces away.

Once again, he summoned a cherry blossom wooden paintbrush in his hand, the tip of which flowed with silver starlight.

At that moment, Luan'er seemed to see an ink painting with moonlight like frost, carrying these hands on her back, standing on the attic of the Falling Star Cliff.

Starlight warmed his brow, and the moonlight softened the corners of his lips.

He looked at himself in a wedding dress like a sea of sky, and his eyes were full of affection.

She almost saw it, and he took her hand and slowly bowed to the sky, knocked on the ground, and bowed slowly.

Drink with the moon, play against the case, cut the red candle together, and go together for the rest of your life.

It all seemed so within reach, and Luan Er was almost sure that such a future had been firmly held in the palm of her hand.

The ink painting is only thirty paces away from the nine-headed willow.

The nine-headed willows, which were shrunk into a ball, suddenly raised one of them.

The scarlet pupils and the straight and flat nostrils turned out to be a snake face.

The snake's mouth hissed, and at the same time, the wound on Mohua's chest was gushing with blood, and he fell silently.

It was as if he was holding Luan'er's hand and slowly worshipping heaven and earth.