Mu Yirong's sword slashed at the rhizome of the plant that the grass demon had transformed into on his arm, leaving only a very shallow mark on it, and then he knelt on the ground with exhaustion, barely inserting the sword into the ground, supporting his body from falling.

However, this was a good distraction for the grass demon Jing, and Seocho took the opportunity to withdraw the energy lost to the Sky Fire Net, and his hands instantly ignited the flames.

The flames jumped upward, and along the roots of the plant on the chest of Seocho, instantly burned to the body of the grass demon wattle.

In the blink of an eye, the Grass Demon turned into a huge fireball, and its terrible howl burst through the sky.

The grass demon that was on fire and kept falling backwards left a long scorched black mark on the ground. The body is running around without knowing the direction, as if trying to find a water source to extinguish the fire from a distance, but there is nothing to extinguish the fire except for the gravel everywhere and the flammable grass and trees.

The grass demon who rushed to the hospital in a hurry could only whip his body with his rhizome to try to extinguish the fire.

But the rhizomes of the plants were immediately ignited by the flames, causing the gray gravel ground covered with the rhizomes of the plants to sink into a sea of fire in a matter of moments.

The desperate cry of the grass demon broke through the raging flames: "Bird demon Ruicao, you will not die well!"

The wailing gradually stopped, but the flames were still burning, and with a "bang", the charred black grass demon fell to the ground and came to the end of its life.

Relieved, Seocho felt weak and couldn't help but stumble in her steps.

And at this moment, inside the charred black corpse of the grass demon that fell to the ground, dozens of sharp rhizome thorns suddenly flew out, shooting at Seocho at a fast speed.

Mu Yirong, who was originally kneeling on the ground, jumped up suddenly, and suddenly blocked in front of Seocho.

A trace of consternation flashed in Seocho's eyes, and then he wrapped his arms around Mu Yirong and spun in place.

"Poof" a few times, dozens of sharp rhizomes and sharp thorns, all of which shot on Seocho's body, Seocho's body suddenly weakened and fell into Mu Yirong's arms.

"Seocho, Seocho, you're okay!"

Mu Yirong's anxious voice exceeded his previous volume.

Seocho, who raised his head from Mu Yirong's arms, showed a reassuring smile, slowly straightened his body, reached out and pulled out the rhizome thorns inserted in his body and threw them on the ground.

"Don't scream, are you trying to summon the wolf, you have the strength to shout, you better worry about yourself first!"

Mu Yirong, who saw that Seocho was unhindered, breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as his body relaxed, he immediately became weak, and he could no longer exert a little strength, and collapsed in Seocho's arms.

"I just saved you from two youkai, and you can't die. ”

At this moment, Mu Yirong had a lot of things to say in his heart, but in the end, he could only show his last strength and nodded.

Then as soon as his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness completely.

Covered in blood, half of his sleeves were torn apart, and his face was covered with blood, he looked down at Mu Yirong and Ye, who were lying on the ground side by side, and also lay on his back.

The dark clouds above the sky have dissipated, and the sun is like a general who has returned triumphantly and received a reward from the emperor, wearing golden battle armor.

The sunset is infinitely better, just near dusk!

Seocho, who was full of emotion in his heart, hooked a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth, and greedily wanted to take a breath of the long-lost fragrance of grass and trees, but suddenly found that the air was filled with a burnt smell, and the good mood couldn't help but disappear all at once. see

She sat up, her eyes just falling on the charred corpse of the grass demon thorn, and suddenly her soul was blessed.

This should be, it's the catastrophe of the grass demon thorn!

Seocho, who silently recited a transcendent scripture for the grass demon Jing, stretched out his right hand to clamp Mu Yirong under his armpit, and then stretched out his left hand to hook up the night.

Then he just grabbed one on one side, turned around and stepped on the gravel on the ground, and left Qilin Mountain.

In Mufu Xianyuan, pulling Bao'er, who was playing with the little young master Mu Yicheng in the second room, looked at Seocho, who was covered in blood, and walked into the courtyard with two people who also looked like blood gourds, and almost glared out of his eyes.

"Miss, what's wrong with you? And the eldest young master, is he dead?"

Bao'er's voice trembled very much, which showed that she was really frightened, and Seocho hurriedly motioned for her to be quieter and be careful to attract people.

As he spoke, he motioned to Bao'er to close the courtyard door and not to alarm anyone.

Bao'er, who didn't know how to use her hands and feet, ran to the gate of the courtyard in a panic, stretched out her hand and was about to close the door, when she suddenly remembered that the little young master Mu Yicheng was still here, and hurriedly asked him to go back.

Mu Yicheng timidly looked at the three of Ruicao, and timidly said that he could stay and help.

Bao'er was frightened when she saw that the three people who looked like three blood gourds, where was she willing to let Mu Yicheng, who was less than ten years old, be here, and hurriedly sent Mu Yicheng away, and then hurriedly ran into the room and entered the house with a full basin of hot water.

Seeing Seocho, who took off her coat and her snow-white clothes were all dyed red, Bao'er's tears flowed down at once, and she stepped forward quickly to help Seocho help Mu Yirong and Ye, who were lying on the bed, to take off their coats.

"Little ...... Miss, can the slave ask you what is going on here?"

Bao'er, whose voice was choked, couldn't say a complete sentence, and asked in a whispered intermittently, trying her best to restrain herself from crying.

Seocho smiled at Bao'er: "It's okay, don't worry. It's just that we are hurting, don't let the old lady and the lady know. ”

Bao'er hesitated: "But if you don't invite the doctor to come and see, the slave is worried about the ...... of the young lady."

The choked Bao'er couldn't say any more, wiped the tears rolling down with her sleeve, and soaked the cotton cloth in warm water.

Seocho took the cotton towel and began to clean the dust and blood stains on Ye and Mu Yirong's bodies: "There is gold sore medicine on Ye's body, I will apply it to them." However, your eldest young master has been poisoned......"

Before Seocho's words were finished, he was interrupted by Bao'er's scream: "How could the eldest young master be poisoned, what should I do?"

Bao'er, who was so frightened that she almost lost her soul, was about to run out of the door in a panic to ask the doctor to come, but was pulled by Seocho.

"I said, don't alarm anyone. ”

"But ......"

Seocho interrupted Bao'er, but said that she would go to Qilin Mountain to pick some herbs in a while, and then ask Bao'er to help make the medicine and feed Mu Yirong will be fine.

"But the young lady still has injuries on her body, how can she go to the mountains to collect medicine?"

Bao'er, who was staring at the wound on Seocho's body, began to sob, and Seocho touched Bao'er's head with a smile and comforted: "Don't worry, your young lady and I are blessed with a great life, and I won't hang up so easily." For a while, you will guard the two of them for me, and never let anyone disturb their rest. ”

Bao'er nodded immediately, promising to keep Mu Yirong and the night well, and also told her that Seocho must be careful when she goes to Qilin Mountain to pick herbs.