The return of the gods, evildoers are not easy to mess

Chapter 46
The seventeen whips were finished very quickly, the difference was that there were seventeen bloody whip marks on Xi Yaomo's body, and Ying Cang Sumo brought her back to Canglan Island.

"Yingfeng."

"Master?" Yingfeng came in front of Shui Linglong. Shui Linglong was looking at the medical skills. She pointed to the medicine bottles on the table and said, "These medicine bottles are medicine for internal injuries. Help me to get some medicine." Go to Canglan Island and send it to your uncle."

Yingfeng picked up the medicine, but put it down quickly, and asked confusedly, "Master, this disciple doesn't understand. Isn't Junior Sister Xi Yaomo the one who was tortured? Why are these medicines prepared for the uncle? What's more, the uncle It’s poisoning, not internal injury.”

"Then let me ask you: From your point of view, when Xi Yaomo was tortured, was it your uncle Yan who was the most important person or the one who respected you?" Shui Linglong put down the medical book in her hand and stared at her big apprentice, but she never thought about it. Without even thinking about it, Feng expressed his point of view, "Of course it was Your Majesty who beat Junior Sister Xi Yaomo, leaving bloody wounds all over her body."

"Oh, I knew you would think so. That girl Manwu is too naive to know these things. Now, I will tell you the secrets I know. Among the six brothers and sisters of us, only me and Your Majesty Know the secret." Shui Linglong came to Yingfeng's side and patted Yingfeng's shoulder comfortingly, explaining, "Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Sumo would protect Xi Yaomo like this, your master, Shangxian Huanli once told Me, what this broken soul whip whips is not the body, but the soul. As the saying goes, the body is solid and the spirit is empty, and the wound on the soul is imperceptible, but if some kind of magic is used to divert this kind of damage, then the broken soul whip It will make the wound appear in the body instead of the soul. Feng'er, do you understand? Your Majesty took the seventeen lashes on Xi Yaomo's behalf, otherwise Xi Yaomo would never be able to bear it. And your Uncle Yan I am afraid that he used his own power of earth element to protect Xi Yaomo's heart, otherwise Xi Yaomo would have died. Mu Luoyi originally planned to use Yan Junqi's hand to get rid of Xi Yaomo, but unfortunately, she did not expect Yes, Yan Junqi didn't hate His Majesty, but saved Xi Yaomo's life, so Xi Yaomo didn't suffer any serious injuries, but His Majesty took the seventeen lashes instead of her, and received internal injuries .”

"So, Xi Yaomo's popularity is really good." Yingfeng collected the medicine on the table, and saluted Shui Linglong, "Thank you, Master, for telling me, this disciple will definitely keep it a secret, and disciple will leave first."

"Go." Shui Linglong went back to the table and sat down, but couldn't bear to watch anymore, thought of the past, thought of Master: Master, your fortune-telling is probably going to fail.Junior Brother Sumo has less than a year left to live, but the girl who continued Ying Cang Sumo's life did not appear!

Ying Cang Sumo held the scroll in his hand, suddenly felt his throat itchy, but unexpectedly coughed up blood.

"Your Majesty, this is the medicine Master asked me to bring to you for internal injuries." Yingfeng took out the medicine and put it on the table.Ying Cang Sumo looked at the medicine, and said helplessly, "It still makes senior sister worry."

"Your Majesty, I wonder how is Junior Sister Yaomo's injury?" Yingfeng still couldn't help asking.

"Her injury has already healed. She couldn't stay idle and said that she would make medicine for me." Ying Cang Sumo was talking, when Xi Yaomo pushed the door in, holding a bowl in her hand, I don't know what it is, " Master, the medicine is here."

"Uh, Your Majesty, the disciple is leaving first, and the master is still waiting for the disciple." Yingfeng exited the room.

Xi Yaomo put a bowl of black things in front of Ying Cang Sumo, Ying Cang Sumo frowned, looked at the embarrassed Xi Yaomo, and asked, "What is this?"

"Of course it's medicine. Master, let's drink it while it's hot." Xi Yaomo looked at Ying Cang Sumo's eyes with a guilty conscience, and said hesitantly, "Yes... Xue Ling'er told me."

Ying Cang Sumo knew that Xi Yaomo was lying, but he didn't ask, but picked up the bowl and emptied it.Xi Yaomo took the empty bowl with a smile, said "goodbye", and left.

Ying Cang Sumo frowned, the medicine actually smelled bloody and sweet, Ying Cang Sumo didn't smell it before, maybe Xi Yaomo used some herbs to cover it up.However, what puzzled Ying Cang Sumo was, if the bowl was really blood, then whose blood could it be?Is it Xi Yaomo's, or Xue Linger's?

Xi Yaomo stumbled back to the room, Xue Ling'er had already gone to gather medicine for her.She opened the sleeve and unwrapped the gauze wrapped around her arm. The gauze was covered with blood, but the arm was indeed intact. Where was the wound?Xi Yaomo smiled helplessly, she must have become a monster now.Fortunately, Xue Linger told her this method of renewing life with blood.There was no way, she didn't want to lose her master, and when she thought of losing her master, he felt as if he had lost his vital breath, suffocated and uncomfortable.Zhuge Yuling once told her that she was the Lord of Fallen Death, and that blood had the effect of healing wounds, so she planned to use her own blood to help her master survive.But this matter must not let Master know.Fortunately, it's just a bowl every two days.

Ying Cang Sumo felt that his mana was gradually recovering, and he was becoming more and more refined, and his wounds were also recovering, but all this happened so unusual that he had to suspect the thing called medicine that Xi Yaomo fed him what exactly is it.He thought of Xi Yaomo's slightly pale face, and doubts arose in his heart. He hoped that Xi Yaomo would not use that method foolishly. You know, every time his magic power improves, he will lose his mind when he loses his sanity. The damage to her and the world will increase by one point.

Ying Cang Sumo finally put down the pen in his hand and walked out, he wanted to know: what exactly did Xi Yaomo use to make the medicine for him.

"Ling'er, help me make the herbs over there into juice."

"Mother Mo'er, do you still want to use your blood? Why don't you use mine? You have lost too much blood recently. If this continues, your body will not be able to take it anymore."

"I'm fine, use my blood. I'm the Lord of Fallen, and the blood has special effects. Combined with these medicinal materials, it can alleviate the suffering of Master."

As Xi Yaomo said, she took the dagger and planned to slash again, but she never thought that at this moment, the door was pushed open forcefully, and then she saw Ying Cang Sumo enter the room with an angry face, the dagger in her hand He was also sent flying by Ying Cang Sumo, and sank into the wall, leaving only the handle of the knife trembling slightly, which was enough to show that Ying Cang Sumo was very angry.

"Master...Master..." Xi Yaomo watched Ying Cang Sumo approach, feeling as nervous as beating a drum.Ying Cang Sumo waved the medicine bowl off the table, spilling the green juice all over the floor.He stared at Xi Yaomo, his face was full of anger, "In your opinion, is being a teacher the kind of person who is greedy for life and afraid of death? Do you have to drink the blood of your own disciples to live on?"

"Master, Mo'er is wrong, please don't get angry, Master. Master once said that we are the closest people in this world. Mo'er has lost too much, and Mo'er doesn't want to lose Master anymore." Xi Yaomo quickly explained, Cang Sumo sighed helplessly, and rubbed Xi Yaomo's hair, which had already reached her waist, "Mo'er, why are you so obsessed with this! Mo'er, you have to learn to let go."

"Mo'er, you have to live happily."

"Master, you are the source of Mo'er's happiness. If Master is not here, how can Mo'er be happy?" Xi Yaomo's voice was a little choked, but she did not shed tears.

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Ying Cang Sumo wanted to say something more, but he didn't want his throat to be bitter, so he spat out a mouthful of poisonous blood. He saw Xi Yaomo's frightened look, and he wanted to rub her hair again, to comfort her, and to say sorry, It scares you, but he feels as if all his strength has been sucked away, and his consciousness is swallowed by darkness.Ying Cang Sumo fell down heavily.

"Master!"

Xi Yaomo hurriedly ran to Ying Cang Sumo's side, and hurriedly supported Ying Cang Sumo.Xi Yaomo was already weak, and instead of being supported, she was led down by Ying Cang Sumo, but she didn't want Ying Cang Sumo to get hurt again, so she acted as a meat pad.

"Mother Mo'er." Xue Ling'er helped Ying Cang Sumo up, looked at Xi Yaomo worriedly, and asked, "Mother Mo'er, are you okay?"

"It's okay." With the help of Xue Ling'er, Xi Yaomo helped Ying Cang Sumo onto the bed, and Xi Yaomo directly summoned Jingming and gave herself a little.Blood flowed down Xi Yaomo's white forearm, and the blood fell into Ying Cang Sumo's mouth drop by drop. Xi Yaomo saw Ying Cang Sumo's frowning eyebrows and smoothed them with cold hands , Weakly murmured, "Master, don't blame Mo'er, Mo'er really misses you."

(End of this chapter)