The joy of reuniting old friends, the joy of Taoist understanding, the worry of the treacherous situation, the thought of solving problems, the sadness of the departure of teachers, the fear of fate, and the shock of the head of the Demon Palace;

The depression in his chest is rare to vent, and he is about to suffocate his illness. However, after scolding bitterly, Mr. Eight Fingers became refreshed in an instant, his eyes were clear as if he had just been soaked in spiritual fluid, and he left the stunned cat woman, led the rare silent little palace master, and gave alms.

Scolding won't solve anything, but it can calm your emotions a little. The monkey watcher is happy, the joy comes from the monkey's anger, and the monkey is not angry and the watcher is depressed, this is the counterattack and the struggle.

It's not liliang, but it's a kind of counterattack, firm and tragic.

Death is also a struggle for life, and life is a way to seek, and if you can't break through the sky, why not follow Your Heng and beat the three drums that have been wanting to roar.

you!

On the way back, the night was getting deeper and the city was quieter. Xu was because he had been working all night, and it had taken a lot of energy from the previous attempted murder, and the little palace master was dying and silent, as silent as the night around him. Thirteen Lang didn't notice it at first, but when he woke up from his thoughts, he suddenly found that she was pulled dozens of meters behind her, her steps were heavy and her body was shaking, as if she was seriously ill.

After observing carefully for a while, Thirteen Lang stood still, and after he caught up, he asked, "What's wrong?"

The little palace master looked dazed, and replied in a lazy voice: "The old problem is that I just don't have energy." ”

Thirteen Lang grabbed her hand and ordered, "Let me see." ”

Spiritual subtlety. As long as the other party does not resist, there is no need to touch the body to check it. But if you really encounter a disease that is too hidden, of course, you need to do it yourself. For the mighty monks. One thought can see through the human body, the five internal organs are not hidden, and there is no difference between men and women; in addition, the two have been together for a year, and they have fought countless times, and it has become common for skin to touch, which is not a taboo.

The little palace master's face was slightly ashamed, but he didn't refuse, nor did he resist, he bowed his head and let him do it. Then again. The first time the two met, Thirteen Lang slapped his tender buttocks countless times, and later he also repeatedly did evil, and the more he beaten, the more skilled he became, and the more comfortable he became. Compared with that, the intersecting palms of the hands and circulating the internal breath are nothing.

The true yuan flowed, and Thirteen Lang Tsai carefully probed everything in the body of the little palace master, focusing on the meridians and the yuan baby.

Everything works fine. The meridians were condensed as usual, and the little Yuanying looked calm, and there was nothing wrong with it. Of course, Thirteen Lang is not a real doctor. What he looked at was cultivation and mana, not the body of the little palace master.

Normal is abnormal, very abnormal. For ordinary people. A single mana of the Yuanying Monk can strengthen the body, and it is not a dream to get rid of all kinds of diseases. The master of the small palace is a primordial monk. The internal breath is constantly flowing day and night, how can it be difficult to lose energy at every turn. Do you need enough sleep every day?

Thirteen Lang hadn't paid much attention to this before, but since he knew that she was the heir of the head of the Demon Palace, he had a lot of thought in his heart, and he couldn't help but take it seriously.

The golden key is always useful, and Jusanro must admit it as well.

Can't find a problem, Thirteen Lang also has a stubborn side by nature, so he naturally refuses to be reconciled; Zhenyuan searched over and over again, his brows became tighter and tighter, and he still couldn't see the slightest abnormality.

In the middle of the long street of darkness, two figures stood in the middle of it, and the moonlight was gradually slanting and teasing the shadows on the snow, as if trying to overlap them.

Thirteen Lang didn't notice this, but the little palace master noticed it because he lowered his head, and his little face, which was a little pale, became rosy, and suddenly said, "Let's go back first, I feel better." ”

Well?

Thirteen Lang was stunned for a moment, and when he looked closely, he found that the little palace master's complexion was indeed much better, and the feeling of dying before was completely gone, and his face was radiant.

It's not pretending, it's not comforting, it's really getting better.

Thirteen Lang didn't understand, but after he left the little palace master's wrist and withdrew his mana, his complexion suddenly changed, and a trace of essence flashed in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" the little palace master asked him in turn.

Thirteen Lang shook his head and said, "Standing for too long, my legs are a little sore." ”

The little palace master did recover, and his lively temperament returned in an instant, and in turn grabbed Thirteen Lang's hand and grinned: "I'll pull you away." ”

Without waiting for him to agree, the little palace master dragged Thirteen Lang and jumped away, as happy as a rejuvenated hare. Thirteen Lang had no choice but to stride to follow, with a wry smile on his face, as if he had realized.

"No wonder, no wonder!"

The little palace master is indeed sick, he is seriously ill, he is so sick that he has no solution, so sick that even the ancestors are helpless, so he can only try his best to delay. The reason is that Thirteen Lang found that just by probing her body for her, he actually lost two percent of his mana!

Twenty percent of mana doesn't sound like much, but if other Yuanying cultivators know about it, their first thought is to quickly leave the little palace master and turn around and leave, and get as far away from her as possible. For example, the Yuanying Monk can fly with two percent of his mana, which can span tens of thousands of miles, and the Thirteen Lang is not comparable to ordinary Yuanying, and his mana is deep and pure, which is very much beyond people's imagination.

The loss of mana can be regained, and compared to this, what Thirteen Lang values or fears more is the way in which mana is lost. His vigilance was so high, but in the process of casting spells for the little palace master, Thirteen Lang didn't even notice the flow of mana, and he completely forgot where he was and whether there was danger around him. Just imagine, if the environment was changed, if there was no dumb girl, if someone attacked at that time, what would be the result?

What's even more strange is that the mana on Thirteen Lang's side is gone, but the cultivation on the little palace master's side has not increased at all, except for being refreshed and energetic, he can't see any gain. With two fingers of absorbing spirits and transforming demons, Thirteen Lang knows the nature of mana best, and absorption becomes to promote the growth of cultivation, how can there be a reason to disappear out of thin air. Otherwise, how could he absorb the magic power in the Duhua Jade Butterfly, and why did he dare to swallow the Dingying Pill.

Could it be that there is an invisible black hole in her body, and it is impossible to absorb the mana of the person who comes into contact with her for no reason and transmit it to another dimension!

Think about it another way. If this is some kind of "talent" of the little palace master, if you make good use of it. Isn't it?

"Still not right!"

While running, Shisanlang suddenly shuddered. I didn't feel chills.

If the problem of the little palace master is limited to this, it may not be solvable for ordinary monks, but it must not be difficult to stump the head of the demon palace. Mana only, not counting elixir, magic monks, high-level power I don't know how much, even if it is delivered to her once a day, what can be a big deal?

The only explanation is that the little palace master does not only devour mana. There are also specific choices for mana.

She's a picky eater!

"What's so special about my mana?"

Thirteen Lang thought of this question for the first time, and then remembered another thing, what the little palace master had said, he had a similar aura to the old ancestor. So is it possible to think like this, among the tens of thousands of monks in the Demon Palace, only the Old Ancestor alone can alleviate the symptoms of the little palace master, but it cannot be eradicated!

Thirteen Lang's comprehension has just happened, and the little palace master only realized it today, could it be that the old ancestor had already seen Thirteen Lang, found some kind of potential in him, and then directed all this himself. Place her next to Thirteen Lang?

In terms of ability, what seems to be a difficult thing is easy for the throne, and the three kings are like ants in the eyes of his old man. You can control it from your heart. If this is the case, everything in front of him has an explanation, including the three kings' pressing on Thirteen Lang. forced him to work hard to improve his cultivation and improve his realm as quickly as possible.

Think deeper. If Thirteen Lang's mana can help, what will be his fate?

The old ancestor couldn't bear the devouring of the little palace master. Thirteen Lang is undoubtedly far behind, with his cultivation, it may not take long to be sucked dry, and there is no scum left. It is reasonable to speculate that it is easy for the Ancestor to kill or capture the Thirteen Lang, but it may be difficult for him to work hard to become a glorious ginseng. In order to achieve the purpose of its growth, it is the most appropriate way to let the little palace master personally verify it by his side.

Thirteen Lang is a medicinal herb, a living medicinal herb that will one day be exhausted!

The ancestors are planting a tree, a tree that grows strongly, but sooner or later it will be harvested!

Like all monks, when he thought of this, Thirteen Lang's instinctive reaction was to shake off the little palace master's hand, his eyes were dignified and vigilant, and his divine sense spread out like a heavenly net, sweeping like a great enemy.

There seemed to be countless eyes in the dark night, and it was as if the whole night sky had turned into a huge eye, gloomy and indifferent, cold and ruthless, silently staring at the ant below, watching him frightened and desperate, unable to find a way to escape.

"What's wrong?" the little palace master asked in surprise.

"Nothing. Thirteen Lang replied lightly, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. At this moment, he burst out of his heart with a violent rage, as if a monster was slowly waking up, unable to restrain himself from drinking raw blood, and almost wanted to burst his chest.

Thirteen Lang knew that if this was the truth, even if he sacrificed the biggest killing weapon, he probably wouldn't be able to move the little palace master in the slightest. Dare to put her by his side, the seat must have all the arrangements, maybe at this time he is hiding somewhere, looking at this place quietly with an indifferent gaze, waiting to see the trade-offs, choices, and struggles of Thirteen Lang.

In vain? Thirteen Lang couldn't be reconciled, the red light on his body flickered, jumping with the slightest electric light, as if there was a rebellious sound, echoing like a war drum about to beat, endlessly and more and more high-pitched.

A strong battle intent rose in his heart, and Thirteen Lang withdrew his gaze from the little palace master, and at the same time retracted that rich killing intent. He didn't plan to make a move on the little palace master, if things were like this, it would be doomed to kill her or not, and in addition, Thirteen Lang understood that this calamity was a test of the Dao Heart, and it was very likely that it was the biggest test he had faced in his life, and it was also a test for Zuihou.

Whether to choose a weak person who has been buried by means, or to take the person who has buried the means, and face the power that is like a mountain in front of him and can crush him to pieces at will!

"Come on!"

Not knowing where the other party was, Shisanro looked up to the sky and roared, he was like a toad looking up at the starry sky, his mouth wide open, ready to burst into the strongest sound.

It didn't come out.

Because the little palace master said a word, something that sounded boundless, inconsequential, and somewhat ridiculous.

"What's coming, coming, no one?" The little palace master looked around suspiciously, and after searching around, he felt funny, and said in a daze.

"Are you sick?

(To be continued......)