Fast wearing witch code

Chapter 22 Sick Disciple, Be Good 22
There was silence in my mind.

Man Luo closed his eyes, focused his attention on Chong Li again, and comforted his fate softly: "Don't be afraid, it's just a dream. Dreams won't hurt you or make you hurt, so... there's nothing to be afraid of." of."

"No." Chong Li moved closer to her, and his voice rang in Man Luo's ear: "Master, you are wrong. Dreaming will bring pain, and the heart will ache."

Heartache?

Man Luo tilted his head, not concealing his curiosity at all: "What kind of dream did this disciple have?"

Chong Li looked at her with dark eyes: "Master, do you want to listen?"

Man Luo looked straight into the boy's eyes without fear, she smiled and squinted her eyes, and her voice was innocent: "Do you want to talk?"

Chong Li was silent.

For a moment, the boy wanted to tell her everything regardless, telling her that he was a demon, and telling her his feelings for her.

If she showed the slightest disgust.

Then, he locked her up, where no one knew.

Just him and her.

The silver chain on the white wrist must be very beautiful.

The supposition in his heart made Chong Li clenched his fists tightly, and the demonic energy in his body that had been peaceful and peaceful suddenly began to riot.

Chong Li glanced at Man Luo with deep eyes: "I have made up my mind, I must tell Master."

The boy came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

Manro blinked in confusion, and stirred the pool water with his hands.

Man Luo raised his head and looked at the crescent moon in the sky.

"A heart-wrenching dream."

She clearly had a smile in her eyes, but when she looked deeper, there was nothing but nothingness.

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In the next few days, Man Luo never saw Chong Li again.

The boy seemed to be trying to suppress the demon energy.

Taking advantage of this moment, Man Luo found Yue'er who was brought back from a serious injury.

Being abolished, her dantian was severely damaged, and Yue'er leaned against the head of the bed with a pale face.

Without spiritual nourishment, her appearance began to become mediocre.

She watched in horror as the white jade-like fingertips opened her veil.

Man Luo's face was revealed, and she crawled beside Yue'er's bed as if no one else was there, with a soft voice: "Oh, don't worry, I didn't come to hurt you."

That harmless appearance made Yue'er even more terrified, and she backed away trembling unconsciously.

The next moment, Man Luo had already grabbed Yue'er's wrist: "Yue'er, if you want to restore your cultivation, don't call me."

This sentence successfully stopped Yue'er from wanting to scream.

"Restore your cultivation?!"

Man Luo would be so kind?
The way I am now is all thanks to her.

Yue'er looked at Man Luo defensively: "Do you think I will believe you?"

Man Luo smiled lightly, and she leaned into Yue'er's ear: "There is a secret method in Xianmen, a secret method that can graft other people's golden cores to oneself, as long as you can dig out the golden cores from a person, then that person's cultivation The reason is yours."

The voice was peaceful and bewitching.

Man Luo opened the book in his hand, and showed the part of the secret method in front of Yue'er, looking at Yue'er with obvious greedy eyes.

Man Luo blinked his eyes lightly, and his voice became softer: "Look, the secret method is here. As long as you can get the golden elixir, you can not only restore your cultivation, but also become a strong person in the golden elixir stage. From then on, you No need to look at anyone's face anymore, everyone will respect you, admire you, and fear you, isn't this what you have always yearned for."

Following Man Luo's statement, Yue'er's eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Golden pill." She repeated subconsciously.

"Yes, Golden Pill. You only need one Golden Pill right now." Man Luo responded.

Yue'er's gaze unconsciously shifted to Man Luo's dantian, where the golden elixir she needed was there.

Of course, Man Luo didn't miss the greed and malice in Yue'er's eyes, she smiled and shook her head: "I won't give you the golden pill, you have to figure out how to do it yourself."

Yue'er's face darkened all of a sudden, what could she think of, she was a useless person, who could dig out the golden core.

There was a gleam in Man Luo's eyes, and he opened his lips and slowly uttered a name: "Qingmu."

(End of this chapter)