The devil concubine ghost vine is in hand, she doesn't raise it if it's not a beast

Chapter 300 Don't blame you, this is my own choice
Li Yu clicked his tongue twice, and gave the medicine to Nangong Mo, "Where else can I go, she thinks you are too stupid, so let's go alone."

Nangong Mo hurriedly retorted: "No, she came here to have something very important, how could she just leave!"

She didn't take the medicine, she grabbed Li Yu's arm, and asked, "Li Yu, tell me the truth, what exactly did Tangtang do here, did something happen to her?"

Nangong Mo's complexion was pale, and Li Yu couldn't bear to tease her with the anxiety and stubbornness in his eyes, and the teasing smile on his mouth gradually faded away.

He scolded with a serious face: "Xiao Mo'er, you are sleepy, why are you still expecting something to happen to your sister?"

"Do you know, how long have you been asleep?" Li Yu deliberately put on an exaggerated expression, and gestured in front of her eyes.

"One month, it's been so long, she's already finished what she should do, so it's your turn to worry about it."

"What..." Nangong Mo was dumbfounded, and fell on the couch in a daze, feeling cold all over.

"How could it take so long? No, I don't believe you. I have to see her with my own eyes to be at ease."

"Grandma, will you be able to calm down?" Li Yu was so angry that he put the medicine aside, and stretched out his hand to push her back.

He avoided her gaze, and for a moment he couldn't meet Shang Nangong Mo's pair of reddish amber eyes that questioned her.

Nangong Mo's injury to the back of his head healed early, but his spiritual vein was broken, and the fundamental internal injury failed to heal.

When Li Yu pressed on her shoulders, she subconsciously wanted to move away, but instead she became anxious, her breath surged up, and thick blood froth choked into her throat and overflowed.

"You...I..." Li Yu was in a hurry, his pupils shrank, wishing he could slap himself to death, why was he so anxious with a patient.

Nangong Mo stared blankly at his hands, chanting the formula to gather spirits in disbelief, but he couldn't bring up even a trace of wind power.

Is her summoning technique useless?
Why... what the hell is going on?
Touching the complicated and annoyed expression on Li Yu's face, Nangong Mo immediately understood, pulled his lips lightly, and smiled desolately.

"You already knew that, right?"

"Xiao Mo'er, blame me, blame me for this matter, I promised Shen Tangluo to save you, but I'm too useless, I'm sorry for you, you..."

"Stop talking." Nangong Mo suddenly interrupted in a deep voice, without the slightest ups and downs.

"It's not your fault, it's my own choice."

Li Yu and Nan Gongmo have lived together in Qishao Mountain for four years, they are not relatives, but they exist like relatives.

Seeing her in pain, his heart was as uncomfortable as a sharp knife slashing back and forth on her.

He didn't know how to comfort him. It seemed that he could only feel better by blaming himself for the fault.

"Xiao Mo'er, drink the medicine first, take care of your body, go back to Qishao Mountain and wait for Xiaotang to come back, there will be a solution."

"I am fine."

She is so ridiculous, she can't even protect herself, and she wants to protect Tangtang in a whimsical way.

Li Yu felt uneasy at the bottom of his heart, seeing such a peaceful Nangong Mo, his chest was extremely heavy, and he felt more and more uncomfortable.

"Xiao Mo'er, if you want to cry, I'll lend you my shoulder, don't hold back, just cry."

Nangong Mo patted Li Yu, bent his lips, and smiled slightly: "You go out first, I haven't slept enough, and I'm a little sleepy."

"Okay, you remember to drink the medicine, you will get better soon after drinking, let's go home together."

No matter how worried Li Yu was, he didn't dare to stay stubbornly, for fear of making Nangongmo sad.

It is more uncomfortable than death to lose all the cultivation bases that have been cultivated for more than ten years, like a disabled person.

After the door was closed, Nangong Mo curled up, leaned against the corner of the bed, and buried her face deeply in the quilt.

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"Master, it's really great that you are fine."

Wuying threw herself into Shen Tangluo's arms in an instant, and Naituan's small body rubbed back and forth.

Although it is thousands of miles away, it is the ghost of the master's contract, and it is connected with the master's soul.

It could sense that its master was injured, but the master ordered it to guard Nangong Mo and not let it come back.

Suddenly, a chill rose from the back of his head, Xiao Wuying shivered, and Nai Meng's voice was tinted with piercing sharpness.

"Ah, why is he here?"

Jun Yunsi's eyes were cold, and he grabbed Wuying with his big hand, and threw Wuying aside, "Go away."

Shen Tangluo was about to explain something to Wuying, but before he could make a sound, his eyes went dark, and he fell into Jun Yunsi's arms.

She has not recovered from her serious injuries, and within a day, regardless of Jun Yunsi's repeated warnings, she forcibly exercised her kung fu, her body was already extremely weak.

"Sister!" Seeing Shen Tangluo, whose lips were pale and his face had lost all color, the young man screamed in fright, with an anxious expression on his face.

"Sister is injured!"

Jun Yunsi's expression was cold, squinting at Wuying, who was helpless and panicked, and said coldly: "Send them to the Nine Princes' Mansion."

Wuying's face was full of self-blame and worry, he hesitated and refused to leave, and said in a weak voice, "Master..."

Jun Yunsi hugged Shen Tangluo by the waist, looked at the two brothers and sisters, and said in a deep voice: "She is fine, you should not stay here longer, go with her first."

After the confession, Jun Yunsi floated a ring of light around his body, and disappeared on the spot with Shen Tangluo.

(End of this chapter)