He Quanling heard what she said in a daze, he wanted to cry and laugh, carefully avoided the burns on her body, and carried her on his back and walked out of the forest.

His cultivation was too low to probe He Miaomiao's injuries, so he could only hope that the master had gone back at this time before he could treat the shocking burns.

He didn't know what was going on in the forest, and he didn't know why He Shuangling was so heavy-handed, but he knew that from today onwards, he would change completely.

Since he was a child, He Shuangling has been hostile to him and Miao Miao, he originally thought that as long as he treats each other sincerely, others will return the sincerity.

But he was deceived and bullied again and again, and seeing He Miaomiao stand up for him again and again, he became more and more indifferent to He Shuangling.

He never thought of taking the initiative to hurt others, but over the years, He Shuangling has become more and more excessive, making his originally soft and fragile heart gradually harden, and today is the first time that he has murderous intent.

Thinking that He Shuangling has cultivated since he has been cultivating, the verbal insult has turned into punches and kicks, and now the gap in strength has become larger, and he has killed people without warning, if he cares about his fellow countrymen, it will be a big fool.

He Quanling knows that he is not smart and clever, nor does he have any big ambitions, from childhood to adulthood, he will do whatever He Miaomiao says.

When the two monks went to collect disciples, he didn't want to leave at all, if he hadn't been pulled by Miao Miao, he would never have known that there was such a vast world and such a magical spell in this world.

After cultivating for so many years, he has always been a little broken, and he feels that he can only do this. If it weren't for Miao Miao's constant encouragement and stimulation, he wouldn't have today's cultivation at all.

Miao Miao, who is one year younger than him, has always stood in front of him when he can only cry and cry, like a small mountain, carrying all the winds and waves in their monotonous life.

Including He Shuangling, it was because he was bullied at the beginning that Miao Miao would help him resist, until now he has accumulated many years of grudges and has become an enemy of life and death.

As He Quanling walked, he secretly swore in his heart that he couldn't be so muddy anymore, and he couldn't rely on Miao Miao to do nothing. Kindness is not his merit, but the greatest fatal wound.

"You must practice hard, one day, let Miao Miao also stand behind me and block all the wind and rain for her!"

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As soon as He Yanxin returned, he found that there was no one near the cave, and he felt strange in his heart.

He Miaomiao likes to run out to play, but he only pulls He Quanling, and He Shuangling will never act with the two.

Now that the three of them are gone, could it be that she has discovered something and wants to escape?As soon as the thought appeared, she denied this possibility, because she felt that two prohibitions were getting closer and closer to the cave.

Leaned out his divine sense and swept it, and found that He Quanling was carrying He Miaomiao, who was dying, and was sweating profusely and galloping towards this side.

Seeing the burns on her back, He Yanxin still didn't understand something. She always thought that why Shuangling was not so bold, but she didn't expect that she could be able to refine qi at the eleventh layer, so she dared to disobey the yang and the yin, and as soon as she walked on the front foot, he would kill him in the back.

He Quanling had already panted and ran to the waterhole, seeing He Yanxin's unhappy face, he couldn't care about being afraid, so he quickly put He Miaomiao on his back on the ground, and begged: "Master, save Miao Miao quickly!"

He Yanxin had long observed her injury, which looked serious, but in fact she was not worried about her life. It's just that it seems to have dragged on for a long time, and she is still a mortal after all, so she will be weak and unconscious.

She waved her hand and took out a low-level elixir, turned it into a faint medicinal liquid with a condensation technique, and injected it into He Miaomiao's mouth. Then he took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, pulled out the cap, and used his divine sense to control the medicinal liquid inside, covering her back evenly.

"Her injuries will heal in three days at most, and although they will leave large burn marks, they will not affect her cultivation. You don't have to be in a hurry, put her in the room, and come out and tell me what's going on. ”

Hearing this, He Quanling's tense heart relaxed a little, but when he thought that Miao Miao, who had always loved stinky beauty, was going to leave a scar, his heart twitched again.

He walked into He Miaomiao's living room, avoiding the wound on her back that had just been coated with elixir, and slowly put her down.

He Yanxin sat on the boulder, listening to He Quanling's honest narration, and had already made a decision in his heart.

He Shuangling is now rising to a high level of cultivation, and he is determined to assassinate He Miaomiao, even if he doesn't do it this time, the next time she goes out, he will still look for an opportunity.

Since this is the case, it is better to lock him in the secret room and let him cultivate to the foundation building, and directly become He Zhengchu's substitute. In this way, it is better to prevent them from killing each other, and losing both, she will lose more than she gains.

When He Shuangling returned, it was already dusk, he looked at He Yanxin, who was sitting calmly, and He Quanling, who was standing on the side with an expressionless face, and said in his heart that this time it was really over.

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At night, He Shuangling knelt in the pool, and his knees had been worn through a layer of skin by the sharp hard stones at the bottom of the pool. The dark red blood was only swirling in the water before being carried downstream by the current.

He was sealed by He Yanxin's spiritual power and trapped tightly with a rope until he couldn't move, and then he was thrown into the pool and punished. At this time, it was only the middle of the night, and he already felt the biting cold without the aura to protect his body.

The temperature of the pond was not low, and He Yanxin threw a cold stone next to him, so that the water here was cold and not frozen, and flowed, and even more soaked the trace of coldness into the bone marrow.

He Yanxin threw him into the pool, and told them that he was going to retreat for ten days, and asked He Quanling to guard him until she was out of the pool.

The door of the secret room was tightly closed, the formation was all open, and no one knew what she was doing inside, and everything outside could not be transmitted to it.

He Quanling's right hand was separated by a layer of spiritual power, gently holding a blade of hidden thread grass, and he stepped out of the cave unhurriedly, if it weren't for his emotionless face, his eyes were as cold as ice, but it was like walking under the moon.

He Shuangling, who couldn't speak, saw him flowing into the water step by step, and couldn't help but struggle hard, wanting to scream. It's a pity that all his voice movements are controlled by the ban, and the muscles all over his body burst out, and he can't make any sound at all.

He Quanling didn't speak, Mu Mu's expression made him look like a delicate puppet with only a string pulled, and only those eyes that were mixed with hatred and coldness showed that he was a big living person with emotions.

The entire maple leaf forest seemed to only have the sound of gurgling water, and He Shuangling's hard work could only make a heavy gasp.

He Quanling completely ignored the yin poison in his eyes, used the wood spiritual power to hold up the hidden thread grass in his hand, and pinched his mouth with his left hand, stuffing all the highly poisonous grass blades into it.