The Sword Lord ascended to heaven with his beauty, but his original wife who died early was revived!

If you smell it carefully, you will see that the smell of blood does not come from this room, but from next door.

There are only eight guest rooms on this floor, arranged in a zigzag pattern. The only one on the same side as hers is Yu'er's room.

When they went to the teahouse just now, Yu'er went out with her, saying that they were going to visit the Spiritual Beast Pavilion in the city. Ordinarily they wouldn't be back so soon...

The smell of blood wafting from the tip of her nose made Fu Qingyu lose her bearings for a moment. She didn't care to detect it first, and ducked directly to the next door.

The upper room of this inn was designed with two rooms inside and outside. When Fu Qingyu appeared in the outside room, the smell of blood that she could smell at the tip of her nose was indeed a bit stronger than before.

The source of this smell is the inner room that is blocked by the curtain.

Wu Jin and Ta Yun, who were staring at the curtain with vigilance, their hair standing on end, saw Fu Qingyu appear, and immediately moved towards her with a "woo woo" sound in their mouths.

The furry head rubbed her waist twice, and then looked toward the curtain with some sadness, like an aggrieved child complaining to an adult after seeing it.

Except for two strange smells, one strong and one weak, behind the curtain, there was no other smell in the room. It was obvious that Yu'er hadn't come back yet.

Fu Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, spread her consciousness and looked behind the curtain.

What came into view was a gray figure covered in stains.

It was lying on the soft cushion in front of the bed, its body curled up into a circle, tightly surrounding the cub between its body.

Sensing Fu Qingyu's "attention", it raised its head with difficulty, its eyes seeming to penetrate the curtain blocking the inside and outside to look at Fu Qingyu.

There was a hint of pleading in his tired eyes.

Fu Qingyu avoided this line of sight, but raised her hand hanging by her side and quietly performed a dust removal technique to sweep away the blood stains left by the window and the residual smell of blood inside and outside the house.

Xuan-level spiritual beasts are born with at least the third level. The Youyue Wolf King in the room has the sixth level of cultivation. He has long understood human nature and is only one step away from being able to speak human words.

Now even though I can't speak, I can communicate with people through my spiritual consciousness and convey what I want to say.

After noticing Fu Qingyu's pinching technique, its tense body seemed to relax a bit.

He lowered his head and licked the cub in his arms twice, then gently picked up the nape of the cub's neck. He pushed his front paws hard on the ground, as if he wanted to stand up, but fell back to the original position halfway. .

Fu Qingyu could feel that it was at the end of its strength. She reached out and patted Wu Jin and Ta Yun who were still rubbing against her, telling them to wait outside while she took a few steps forward, opened the curtain and walked inside.

There are shocking wounds on the gray fur, some of which look like they were struck with a whip, and some of which look like they were poked with a sharp weapon.

Fu Qingyu frowned as she saw a weak spiritual thought colliding with her consciousness.

In a daze, Fu Qingyu understood what the other party wanted to express.

"Please, don't hand over my cubs and body to them..."

Fu Qingyu looked into the eyes of Youyue Wolf King.

It was it that was trying to communicate with her using divine thoughts.

At this time, its eyes were full of pleading. Seeing that Fu Qingyu was moved in his thoughts, he let out a low "whimper" and spit out three things from his mouth.

A palm-sized jade plaque with the word "spirit" engraved on it, a second-level spiritual plant, and an inner elixir with a fist as big as black air.

Seeing the last thing, Fu Qingyu immediately took out a blast of palm wind and sent the thing back to the mouth of Youyue Wolf King. “The other two are fine, I don’t want your inner elixir.”

Fu Qingyu glanced at the cub in Youyue Wolf King's arms and understood that the other party was caring for him on his deathbed.

In order for her to accept this cub, Youyue Wolf King even sacrificed his demon elixir...

"I don't have to tell those people that you are here. But your demon elixir is of no use to me. You should keep it for yourself and spend more time with your child."

The death of Youyue Wolf King has been decided, but if he doesn't give up the demon pill, he can still hold on for a few more hours without dying immediately.

The Youyue Wolf King whimpered again, looking at Fu Qingyu with more gratitude in his eyes. The bloodshot wolf mouth opened and closed, spitting out more things.

Fu Qingyu knew that some high-level monsters were born with their own storage bags. Things like the Youyue Wolf King should have been stored in the storage bags by it before.

There are all kinds of things, most of them are animal meat containing spiritual energy, as well as spiritual herbs and spiritual fruits, as well as a small amount of spiritual stones and ores, as well as a few Huang family spiritual tablets and a Xuantianmen disciple order mixed in among them.

Fu Qingyu didn't go to get these things.

She only promised not to reveal that the Nether Moon Wolf King was here, but she hadn't figured out how to deal with them yet...

The vitality of the Youyue Wolf King has begun to drain away, and the cub next to it is clearly not yet full moon. Even though it is born with a third-level cultivation level, it is still in a state of ignorance and has no ability to survive independently in the world.

Letting it leave at this time would be tantamount to sending it to a dead end, or sending it into the hands of forces like the Huang family again.

Faced with the pleading eyes of Youyue Wolf King and the confused eyes of the cubs, Fu Qingyu really couldn't say anything to drive them away.

But risking confrontation with the Huang family and rashly stepping in was obviously not a wise move.

The Youyue Wolf King seemed to understand why Fu Qingyu was hesitating, and once again used his weak spiritual thoughts to try to communicate with Fu Qingyu.

After its spiritual thoughts came into contact with Fu Qingyu's spiritual consciousness, a picture scroll seemed to unfold before Fu Qingyu's eyes.

In a daze, some more pictures appeared in Fu Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness.

They are all scenes of Youyue Wolf King being tortured in the Huang family dungeon.

In addition to the Ghost Moon Wolf King, there are occasionally some other spiritual beasts in the dungeon, but they are obviously not as durable as the Ghost Moon Wolf King. They only appear once or twice in these memory point screens, and then disappear. .

Fu Qingyu was secretly shocked when she saw it.

Unexpectedly, the third son of the Huang family... took pleasure in torturing monsters.

No wonder the Youyue Wolf King's injuries were so miserable, and no wonder it fought tooth and nail to escape with its cubs.

If it does not escape, not only will it itself be beaten to death, but its cubs will not escape the same fate in the future.

Through the spiritual thoughts of the Youyue Wolf King, it is not difficult to feel that it is actually very defensive against the human race. It chose this room to hide because it contained an aura that made it feel at ease, and it chose to let her adopt the cubs. , is a last resort.

Maybe he sensed that his mother was about to leave him, so the squinting cub began to make a "wow" sound and kept rubbing the Youyue Wolf King's hair.

This scene of separation of mother and son, of yin and yang, finally moved Fu Qingyu's heart of compassion.

Sighing, she took out two elixirs from the Qingrong Ring, wrapped them in spiritual energy and brought them to Youyue Wolf King's mouth, "These two elixirs can temporarily protect your heart and stop the wounds on your body. .As for whether you can survive tomorrow, it depends on your own perseverance."