After raising the Demon King, I became the favorite of the Three Realms

Chapter 2 The Mysterious Old Man
When she woke up again, Dongfang Mian was woken up by the icy rain. She opened her eyelids vigorously, and found that she seemed to be thrown into a forest.

At this moment, she was lying on the cold ground, and the rain had soaked the soil under Dongfang Mian's body into silt. Every time Dongfang Mian took a breath, muddy muddy water was sucked in, and the smell of decay was disgusting.

The tingling sensation gradually came from Dongfang Mian's back. She felt as if a big opening had been cut in her spine. Dongfang Mian still couldn't mobilize the aura, and she couldn't even feel the aura around her.

It seems that he was indeed deprived of blood, Dongfang Mian thought.

The dizziness of the brain, the coldness and weakness of the limbs, Dongfang Mian seems to have only one way to lie here and wait for death.

At this moment, there was a sound of piercing through the air, and Dongfang Mian felt a big foot stepping heavily on her back, and there was severe pain from the wound, but Dongfang Mian tried her best to scream, but she could only let out a weak cry moan.

"What, I almost stumbled over the old man, whoever kills someone is so unqualified, throwing the corpse in the middle of the road like this, do you still have any sense of public morality?"

Dongfang Mian could only see the pair of worn-out straw sandals of the visitor. She was half-dead and was almost sent away by this yelling.

As if attracted by Dongfang Mian's inaudible moans, the visitor squatted down and looked at her carefully, "She's still alive, it's because the blood has been stripped, which is interesting."

You are the one who is interesting, and your whole family is a little interesting.

Dongfang Mian was powerless to move her body, and she was struggling to even open her eyelids. She could only feel that someone was touching her back and she didn't know what she was doing.

This wretched old man who doesn't know what he looks like must have some special hobbies, Dongfang Mian was terrified.

After a long while, the visitor seemed to have made up his mind, and Dongfang Mian felt that he had put something into his wound. At first, a cold feeling relieved the pain, and then a hot current surged into his heart.

Dongfang Mian felt that the injuries all over her body were being repaired quickly, followed by a severe itching like ten thousand ants biting her heart spreading all over her body.

"Meeting today is fate. The old man will give you a chance. Whether you can survive successfully depends on your own fate."

After saying this, Dongfang Mian, who was tormented by more and more intense pain and itching, seemed to hear the sound of someone leaving.

But right now she has no energy to think about these anymore, the severe pain seems to tear her soul apart.

Just when Dongfang Mian felt that her body and soul were being torn apart, and she was about to fall into endless darkness again, a gentle spiritual energy spread from the top of her head to her whole body.

"Forget it, old man, I'll be a good person to the end, you put these things away, if you can come to the Holy Land of Shenzong in the future, you can come to the old man, the name of the old man..."

Dongfang Mian tried hard to hear it, but she couldn't hear it clearly. She only remembered the four words Shenzong Holy Land and this slightly obscene voice, and then lost consciousness again.

When she really woke up, the rain had stopped and the sky was bright. Dongfang Mian sat up neatly, only to find that all her injuries had recovered.

my blood?
Dongfang Mian nervously probed into his body with his thoughts.

When I was a child, someone from the Dongfang Family once quietly taught me that Dongfang Mian knew that the looming red aura in her body represented the fire attribute blood in the special blood.

(End of this chapter)