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Chapter 44 Injured
Sang Ning was pressed down by him and lowered her body slightly, then gritted her teeth and tried her best to stand up, stretching out her free hand to hug his waist.

While supporting him to the couch, she asked anxiously, "Shu Yu, how are you doing?"

Shu Yu coughed several times, with thick blood coming out from the corner of her mouth, she looked at her and said casually: "Why are you crying, it's so ugly to cry, I can't die, put away your look."

But his slightly uncontrollable vibrato still exposed a bit.

Only then did Sang Ning realize that her tears had fallen down without her noticing.

With a crying voice, she said, "It's such a time, you still have the time to quarrel with me here, can you be a little more responsible for your body!

Shu Yu is really not serious when he should be serious, and he can't be serious when he doesn't correct his seriousness.

Shu Yu cast an aggrieved glance at her, then couldn't help coughing and said, "Ahem... isn't what I said right?"

There was more and more blood under his feet, which made Sang Ning very frightened.

"Shut up!"

Before Sang Ning finished speaking, Shu Yu fell down on her arm, with his head resting on her shoulder, motionless.

Sang Ning hurriedly helped him to lie on the bed beside him, quickly transformed into his body, and exerted his spiritual power.

She circled Shuyu under her vines.

Along with the emerald green ripples and the purple spiritual power intertwined, the spiritual power was transported to Shu Yu little by little.

After the wisteria's unique healing aura entered Shuyu's body, Sang Ning slowly withdrew his hands, leaned against the head of the bed as if in a state of collapse, and closed his eyes weakly.

"A'Ning, kill me, kill me!" The man who used to talk and laugh happily and was extremely refined was now tortured to the point of disfigurement.

Demon lines appeared one after another on his neck, his pupils were red, and his mad roar was no longer the elegance and gentleness of the past.

But looking at Fusang like this, Sang Ning couldn't do anything about it.

Ever since he was born, from the time when he was a little wisteria still ignorant of the world, Fusang has been a handsome gentleman.

He took her hand and accompanied her from an ignorant little girl to a real patron saint.

After many years, he is still the same as she saw when she was a child. As he grows older, his appearance has not changed at all, but his temperament has become more mellow and peaceful.

But Sang Ning knew that Fusang had actually lived for tens of thousands of years.

But even if the years change and the sea changes, so many years have passed.

She still clearly remembered that under the dew and thunder, she had just transformed into a human form. She was a little girl about seven or eight years old in the world. Fusang was holding an umbrella and wearing a black long gown. He held out his hand to her.

"From now on, I'll call you Sang Ning, okay?"

Peaceful, quiet and elegant.

At that moment, the young Sang Ning felt that the appearance of the god between heaven and earth changed to that of Fu Sang.

But later, when she grew up, she realized that Fusang was not a god, but she herself was. She was puzzled for a long time because of this, and always ran to ask Fusang why he was not a god?
How did Fusang tell her back then?

He seemed to chuckle slightly, and touched the top of her head kindly, "God is the gift of heaven to all living beings in the six realms, to level order, kill demons, and protect all living beings. I am just a little elder in the eight wastes of the cloud realm. Sorry."

"A-Ning, you are the god...Although I don't want such a big responsibility to be placed on a little girl like A-Ning, you are the one chosen by heaven..."

But in Sang Ning's heart, Fusang is not just a little elder, he is after the wisteria clan's bloodline withered away, besides her, there is only another wisteria wisteria left in the six worlds, which is her only relative.

He grew up with her and protected her in cultivation when she was weak, which is incomparable to all others.

They are of the same vein as vines and vines, born from the ground, have no father or mother, and have a shallow relationship.

But Sang Ning probably favored and relied on Fu Sang.

Even if he is not a god, he is still the god in her heart.

"A-Ning, you kill me, you kill me...I am no longer Fusang."

His shrill screams lingered in Sang Ning's ears like a curse, and they couldn't dissipate no matter what.

"don't want!!"

Sang Ning sat up abruptly, breathing heavily, hot sweat was all over her back and forehead, but the sweat cooled instantly at this moment, like a person who has passed away, a soul that has been destroyed.

I can't feel any temperature anymore.

"Are you having nightmares again?" Shu Yu said as he handed her a glass of warm water, although he was in a questioning tone, he said very firmly.

Sang Ning held the water glass he handed over, nodded dully, then silently brought the water glass to her mouth and took a sip unconsciously, but then coughed fiercely because of her absent-mindedness.

"Drink slowly, and no one will grab you." He stretched out his hand and patted her on the back lightly, his tone seemed to be mixed with a hint of helplessness.

After a while, Sang Ning calmed down slowly. She looked up at Shu Yu beside him. He was dressed in plain white clothes, the color of snow was not stained by dust.

It was as if she saw his white clothes stained with blood last night, but it was just a hallucination dream.

But she just thought about it, he was seriously injured yesterday, when she healed him, she used a lot of spiritual power, she couldn't bear it for a while and fell asleep.

Sang Ning asked softly, "Is your injury okay?"

"It's okay, the healing power of your vines is indeed well-deserved."

"You went to Yangwu Mountain to strengthen the seal, so were you injured?"

She hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking.

Shu Yu was taken aback, "Who told you that I went to Yangwu Mountain?"

"Qingyan."

Seeing Sang Ning staring at him, Shu Yu could only say vaguely, "Almost."

"What do you mean almost? What is the situation with the seal of the evil god now?"

Sang Ning asked urgently.

Shu Yu suddenly looked at her deeply, "Why do you suddenly care about this?"

"Can I ask casually? Besides, you are my master anyway. If you stay motionless like this, you will be seriously injured every three days. The spiritual power of our vine lineage is the holy medicine for healing, and it cannot withstand your consumption like this."

"The seal of the evil god is indeed a little loose, but I will strengthen the seal every ten years, and there is no problem yet."

"The evil god doesn't have a physical body. No matter how crazy he is, he won't be able to get out for a while. Besides, Yangwu Mountain has been sealed off as a forbidden area, and there are special powerful people guarding it. Ordinary people can't set foot there. Even the poor cannot bear the soul of the evil god."

(End of this chapter)