Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 551 "Water of Life"

"Because your condition is very unstable, I can only tie you up first, I'm sorry."

His burly and strong body was firmly bound under a kapok tree that had passed the flowering period by a colorful elemental chain, and he could not move at all.

"It's ok……"

Mo En lowered his brows and eyes, and was depressed. His voice did not have the murderous intent and coldness when he made breakfast, but it sounded good and rather hoarse and dry.

Half-conscious, half-mad, apparently he is now in the former state.

"Oh, by the way, did I hurt someone again?"

"No, I knocked you out in time." Ye Lin spread his hands, and didn't say that I was the one you were going to hurt, so I was covered in a face.

Meiweisi shook her head slightly, it seems that the other party's current state is not in a bad state, when she was in another state of madness, she didn't even have a clear memory.

"thanks……"

Leaning his back on the kapok tree, Moen slowly closed his eyes and let out a long breath, as if he was thankful that no one was injured because of him, and also seemed to be helpless because of his powerlessness.

Although his real age should be an upright man, but now Moen really looks like an old man who is dying, and his breath is like a candle in the wind.

The sunlight had already penetrated through Su Nan City, and also passed through the high wall of Feng Ling's house, quietly reflecting on a withered and bloodless face, there seemed to be a touch of tranquility.

Just when Ye Lin was thinking about whether to hand the other party directly to the anti-magic group, Moen, who closed his eyes, suddenly said:

"Benefactor, you seem to be very strong, can I ask you something?"

"what's up?"

He didn't say yes or no, the two had only met for one morning now, and the conversation in a really sober state was only a few minutes.

"Seduce me with your demon thing, make me enchanted, and then, kill me."

Slightly astonished, the request that sounded unbelievable, said in Moen's mouth, was full of endless vicissitudes, without many waves, only deep exhaustion.

"Why?" Yelin asked with a frown.

It seems that Moen's memory is not completely fuzzy, it seems that he only remembers three points. Is this sense of loss due to the breath of hell.

"When I am confused, send me away, and feel less pain."

"However, there is no deep hatred between you and me. I don't think this matter can help you. I feel uneasy."

Ye Lin spread his hands, saying that it is not easy to discuss, or you can find a hundred-meter cliff by yourself, and take a brave step.

Because of the murder of his disciple, Mo En, who went astray and acted extreme, was a little paranoid, but there might be a way to save him.

Moreover, Gu Yu, who was holding an ice-cold Zen stick, hadn't responded to an answer about whether it could be done, whether the breath of the underworld could be used or not.

"My soul is already on the edge of the underworld. I am neither born nor dead, neither dead nor alive. It influences my rationality. Why don't you call Xuzu Anti-Demon Squad, Guangyuan or Xinzang."

Moen's skin was thin and he had few expressions, but Ye Lin could still see a deep sense of remorse, a repentance for going astray.

Whoever kills will fall into hell forever!
Meiweisi quietly tugged at his sleeve, motioned to go to the side and said, only Gu Yu was still frowning, carefully feeling the coldness of Moen's Zen staff.

"He may be hopeless, his body is almost invaded by the breath of the underworld, and this state has lasted too long, and Yue Na may not be able to purify this breath without hurting his body at the same time."

As the envoy of Usir, the king of the underworld, Meiweisi's words are absolutely convincing, and Moen's state is not optimistic and is in danger.

"Then it's still possible? Resurrection coins?"

Wanting to go to Lameiweisi's soft little hand, she was easily avoided with a gesture of brushing her hair, her small face was cold, and she glared at him.

"Resurrection coins probably won't work either. His current state is more like a door leading to the underworld. How to close the door is fundamental." Mei Weisi sighed.

"If there is really no way, then forget it."

Ye Lin didn't want to bother too much about how to deal with Moen who was in a dangerous state. At most, if Gu Yu really didn't realize it, he could send it to the Xuzu Anti-Magic Squad in the afternoon and the job would be over.

Although Moen is also a pitiful person, if Mei Weisi judges that it is impossible to save, then it is really hard to use his paws with numbness.

Besides, Meiweisi, as the emissary of Usirr, the king of the underworld, can actually summon the cold breath of the underworld to help Gu Yu achieve a breakthrough. Moen is just a more useful and convenient substitute.

…………

The sun was in the center, and it was lunch time at noon. Hiate and the others didn't come back from shopping. They probably ate on the street, but they came back as a rather unexpected person.

The oldest wind chime here, and the diplomatic envoy Nuoyu with a light veil on his face and a folding fan in his hand.

As if he had expected him to be here, Nuo Yu smiled gracefully, with an undetectable gleam of joy, and joked: "Sir, the news about His Majesty's Suzaku headdress has been posted for several days, are you planning to keep it as a collection?" Is it?"

Feng Zhen is a highly respected Nian Qi master who also served in Xu Zu's royal family. Feng Ling also said that her brother had been sad for a long time because of the death of King Xian.

So he was not surprised that Nuo Yu came back with Feng Ling, because Feng Ling also had an official position.

"Haha, I've been a little busy these days, but I forgot." Ye Lin patted his forehead, pretending to be annoyed.

"Forgot? If His Majesty hears this reason, it will be very sad."

On the other side, Fengling spread out her hands to him, expressing that Nuo Yu came here on her own initiative, not invited by herself, and she just said that you might come to my house.

She took another look at Moen who was sitting quietly under the kapok tree, and asked Xiaoyu who this person was and why she hadn't seen him before.

"Then sir, when are you going to meet His Majesty Askar?"

There were stone tables and benches in the corner of the yard. Nuo Yu took a pot of hot water, took out tea leaves from the small pocket of her silk clothes around her waist, and skillfully brewed a cup of green tea.

Yushou made the tea, just watching the process was enjoyable.

Moreover, this kind of tea leaves Ye Lin also recognized, the last time when Nuo Yu left, he asked for the top quality tea from Meiya, but she didn't expect the other party to keep them all the time.

"After dealing with Moen's matter, I will go to see His Majesty the King."

Nuoyu's folding fan suddenly trembled, obviously also surprised by Moen's name, but her excellent self-cultivation made her smile calmly.

Her gentle and elegant temperament can make even the most picky about etiquette not point out the slightest fault.

"When you first came to Su Nan City, I searched for Master's dojo, but helplessly, Master and the others went fishing."

With a small sigh between his lips, he recalled yesterday that Xi Lan asked her for a drink, and he felt a headache.

Because of Xi Lan's lazy character, the management of the dojo has long been unable to make ends meet by fishing for two days and drying the nets for five days.

Now he has to entertain a guest from far away, A-Gump Zuo, and Xi Lan is extremely addicted to alcohol, and Sha Ying's part-time job money is not enough to subsidize it.

It's not that she feels sorry for the money to buy wine, but that Xi Lan suffered from injuries when she was young. A few drinks are harmless, but frequent drunkenness will inevitably cause irreversible damage to the body.

"I usually try to add some vinegar, salt, etc., but Master is an alcoholic, so he doesn't care about these at all."

Now it's just chatting on a daily basis, and Nuo Yu has gradually let go of her dignity and elegance, and instead looks like a big girl who complains about Xi Lan and is full of disgust.

Sipping the fragrant tea, the porcelain teacup and the stone table made a slight sound. Seeing that the cup was empty, Nuo Yu immediately picked up the teapot with bare hands and filled it up.

"I have a way, maybe I can give it a try." Ye Lin said suddenly.

"Nuo Yu, listen carefully."

Taking out a bottle of wine with a simple package and putting it on the stone table, it didn't look like a very expensive thing, Nuo Yu was a little puzzled.

But when she saw the name of the wine, her pretty face changed slightly, and she lost her voice: "Water of life? 96 degrees!"

Although the scope of application is very low, this kind of wine is still known to Nuoyu. It is a high-grade liquor that has been formed through dozens of processes.

If it was Xilan's habit to drink without knowing it, he would probably have to ask a professional team to bury him immediately, saving him from the heat and stink.

"Sir, this is a bit..."

Nuo Yuhuarong was slightly pale. Although she didn't like Master Xi Lan's alcoholic personality and often got drunk, she wouldn't let him go completely with just one bottle of wine.

Moreover, Xi Lan has a keen sense of smell, so this kind of strong alcohol may not be able to fool him.

"Don't worry, I learned some tricks from the proprietress of the Moonlight Tavern. I made it with special materials and covered it up with ordinary liquor to ensure that Xilan couldn't drink abnormally. But I got drunk after one sip, and then I didn't know the personnel. I stripped it and threw it on the street. But come here, if he asks you for a drink in the future, he will give you this!"

Nuo Yu patted his chest lightly when he heard the words, and heaved a sigh of relief: "Mr. is so talented, the little girl is really ashamed of herself."

Drinking is not only about getting drunk, but more importantly, the feeling of slowly rising and floating like clouds during the process of drunkenness.

If you have one or two friends and some side dishes, even low-alcohol fruit wine will have a taste.

But if you fall asleep after a sip, you will completely lose the meaning of drinking and you will not be able to enjoy yourself.

What a goddamn torture for an alcoholic.

(End of this chapter)