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Chapter 511 The Tao Is Ruthless (15)

"You let go first."

As soon as Nan Xing heard the word let go, she felt uncomfortable, she hugged his leg tightly, and it became a pendant, tears fell down, crying out of breath, "I don't want wow... I Don't let go..."

If Tianzun doesn't help her anymore, she really doesn't know who to turn to.

It was the first time for Tianheng to meet such a reckless disciple. Normally, disciples would be in awe of him at first glance, let alone get close to him. Ten dare not dare.

He could have easily thrown her down the mountain, and he didn't even have to do it because he was such a weak disciple...

The girl's small face was wet with tears, some broken hair stuck to her cheeks, her nose was red, like a porcelain doll, fragile and fragile, she looked pitiful, "Tianzun... help me, you'd better Oh, woo, don't ignore me, woo..."

Tianheng sighed in his heart, that's all...

"My deity will help you." His voice softened a little, not so cold.

Nan Xing suppressed her tears and looked at him with her big eyes that were red and swollen from crying, her eyelashes were still wet, she sobbed, "Really?"

"You let go first."

Letting go again, why does Tianzun always say these two words, Nan Xing pursed his mouth, and there were tears in his eyes, which were about to roll down again...

Tianheng's anger dissipated long ago, he nodded slightly, "Really."

Nan Xing stopped crying, she obediently let go of his legs, and smiled sweetly at him, "Tianzun, I knew you were the best!"

"Get up."

Nan Xing stood up obediently, but she climbed the mountain all night, her legs trembled uncontrollably, and she could hardly stand up...

Tianheng looked at the wet marks and folds on the snow-white clothes, and after applying a spell, they became smooth again, and he asked lightly, "What do you want my deity to do for you?"

Nan Xing said earnestly: "I want to ask Tianzun to help cure the leg disease." Since Yaoshan Xianjun can cure it, then Tianzun, who is a true immortal and a strong person in the immortal sect, must not be a problem.

Tianheng glanced at her trembling legs, turned around and walked towards the fairy palace, and only said two words, "Follow."

There is still some distance from the Immortal Palace, and there are white jade steps at the entrance of the Immortal Palace.

He was tall and long-legged, Nan Xing still felt tired after walking two steps.

She caught up with him with difficulty, and reached out to grab his clothes...

Tianheng stopped, frowned slightly, and turned to look at her...

Nan Xing raised his head and smiled at him, his eyes were still red and swollen, his eyes washed with tears were clear and bright, "Tianzun, this disciple has no strength, I want to drag you away, okay?"

Tianheng's silver eyes looked at her coldly for a while, Nan Xing felt the pressure and panicked, but his little hands firmly grasped his clothes...

Tianheng withdrew his gaze, and finally did not ask her to let go.

"Tianzun, walk slowly, or I won't be able to keep up..." the girl said softly again.

Tianheng paused and slowed down.

It wasn't that difficult for Nan Xing to follow, she pursed her lips and snickered, she knew that her first impression was right, Tianzun was the best.

This further strengthened her idea of ​​relying on Tianzun all the time.

Because of the need to take care of Nan Xing's speed, the journey back to the Immortal Palace was the slowest in Tianheng's history.

Few people came to his residence, and he didn't have many disciples. He lived alone in the huge fairy palace.

I know that Tianzun doesn't like to be noisy, and the immortals and beasts living nearby are also very sensible. Without special circumstances, they rarely make loud noises, and they are very quiet.

Nan Xing came to cry heart-piercingly today, probably the loudest one in so many years.

Even the immortals and beasts were taken aback, they were so courageous, they dared to quarrel with Tianzun, this disciple didn't want to die.

……

Nan Xing was sitting on the chair, Tianheng's slender hand was holding her calf through the clothes, it was so slender and fragile that he could easily break it with a little force...

"Tianzun, how do we cure it?" Nan Xing looked at him expectantly.

Tianheng pinched her calf bone, and could feel the bone she had injured. When she was injured, she didn't treat it in time, which caused some problems in recovery.

The easiest way is naturally to cast spells to restore the bones to normal, which he can do now.

But she begged to come to him...

He looked at her with silver eyes, and he could tell at a glance that she had no immortal veins and was just a mortal now.

He let go of her calf, and said in a deep voice, "After half a month, this deity will treat you."

Nan Xing widened his eyes and agreed, why is it half a month later?
"why?"

She doesn't understand.

Tianheng said slowly: "You don't have any immortal veins now."

Now the treatment can only make her return to normal, and with the fairy veins, he can give her a fairy bone.

Now that he has agreed, he will give her the best.

"Go back."

Immortal pulse?

Nan Xing recalled the conversation he had heard during the meal before, the higher the realm, the better the immortal veins bestowed...

In the entire fairy gate, who can compare to the Tianzun in front of her?
She hurriedly said: "Tiantian Zun, can you give the disciple the immortal vein?"

Tianheng was stunned for a moment, with surprise in his eyes, as if a little shocked...

Let him bestow immortal veins?
"Can you?" Nan Xing looked at him pitifully, "Tianzun, please..."

Tianheng hid the emotion in his eyes, and refused in a cold voice: "No."

Nan Xing knelt down in front of him with a plop, and couldn't help but burst into tears again, "Tianzun, just help the disciple, help me..."

She didn't want to wait until half a month later, she wanted to get a good immortal pulse.

"You have given the disciple a name, and give him a celestial vein, Tianzun, okay?" Her clear eyes were full of prayers, reflecting his figure.

Tianheng lowered his eyes to look at her, his silver eyes were slightly gloomy, and he said lightly, "Are you sure?"

Nan Xing nodded vigorously without thinking, "I'm sure, I only want the gift from the Heavenly Lord!"

"it is good."

Hearing this word, Nan Xing almost couldn't hold back and rushed over to hug his leg again, she rolled her eyes with a smile, "Tianzun, you are so kind."

Tianheng pursed her lips, she was probably the first to think he was good.

Nan Xing was relieved, the huge energy consumption and the long time without rest made her exhausted, sleepy and hungry...

But she still cheered up, "Tianzun, when will you give me the immortal pulse? Today?"

Looking at Nan Xing who obviously couldn't wait, Tianheng could feel that her physical condition is not good now.

"Let's rest and talk."

After saying this, he got up and left...

Nan Xing looked at his back, understood something, his eyes lit up, Tianzun didn't let her go, that means she can rest here?
She held back her hunger, moved the chair a little closer, lay down on the table, and closed her eyes...

Ling Yun was flipping through ancient books in the Library Pavilion, only feeling an abnormal fluctuation in the space...

A cold man with white hair and silver eyes suddenly appeared, he hurriedly put down the ancient book, bowed his head and saluted.

Why did Tianzun come to him today? This has never happened before. Is there something that he doesn't know about Xianmen, or is there something wrong with him?
Serious and steady in front of his disciples, he unconsciously became nervous, and asked cautiously, "Tianzun, what's the matter with you?"

Tianheng looked around and frowned slightly, "You..."

Ling Yun became more nervous, and listened carefully, feeling that Tianzun was about to say something important...

Tianheng seemed a little hesitant, "Bring some food."

"what?"

Ling Yun's expression froze for a moment, almost suspecting that he had heard wrong.

Tianzun is the only remaining Zexian, who never eats.

Moreover, why do you ask him for food!
(End of this chapter)