Quick wear: the host has become an innocent white lotus again

Chapter 144 Senior Sister Qing Leng VS Junior Sister Huang Qi 40
Finally came the day when Zhou Yu was going to discover the spiritual spring, and Zhou Yu was at the end of his defense against the wounds on his body. Although he did not die, he was tortured.

As long as the wound doesn't heal, Zhou Yu will be tortured every day, his whole body will be hot, and he can still maintain his sanity by forcibly mobilizing his demon energy. If he relaxes, the pain will be unbearable. Grabbing madly and eating away the magic energy until the magic energy disappeared.

Zhou Yu has been tortured for the past few days. His originally charming and handsome face has become haggard and thin, his face is blue and yellow, his eyes are extremely dim, and his whole body is surrounded by a thin black mist.

Due to the shattering of the magic spring, Ah Yun is now no different from ordinary people, and she still suffers from the pain of the evil energy invading her body all the time. Without the magic spring, she cannot absorb the magic energy, and her body temperature drops, so she cannot stand beside Zhou Yu at all. Even if Zhou Yu needed to transfer the magic energy again, Jiang Li and the two were busy around Zhou Yu, but there was no progress at all.

Jiang Li took the opportunity to walk in the direction of Hui Ling, Hui Ling glanced at him with ice-cold eyes, Jiang Li was a little at a loss, but he was also firm.He didn't want to leave Hui Ling alone to deal with Zhou Yu and the tens of thousands of demon troops in the demon court.

Although Hui Ling refused to meet him alone, and treated him coldly in front of others, he knew that Hui Ling was protecting him in disguise.Hui Ling is a member of the Immortal Sect, with a withdrawn and lofty personality, he doesn't have much contact with people, let alone a stranger.

If she didn't talk to him, Jiang Li went to her openly.

"Cinderella, in your opinion, what should be done about the demon's injury?"

Hui Ling squinted at Jiang Li who deliberately leaned in front of her, gave him a cold look, and spoke mercilessly. "You are the little witch doctor who healed the Demon Lord. How do I know this when you ask me?" After speaking, he didn't want to talk to him, and turned to go back to his room.

Jiang Li originally wanted to chase after Hui Ling and continue to question, but unexpectedly a loud shout sounded in his ear: "Little witch doctor! Soup and medicine!"

This voice also successfully made Hui Ling stop, and turned around to look at Zhou Yu.

I saw that Zhou Yu was sweating profusely, his withered and thin cheeks were a little ferocious, the color of the devilish surrounding him became lighter, and his eyes began to become alluring, obviously he was about to lose control of himself.

Without the replenishment of demonic energy, Zhou Yu would be devoured at the last moment when his strength was exhausted, and he would start killing in the demon court. This is why Hui Ling was unwilling to let Jiang Li stay in the demon clan.

Even if Zhou Yu didn't kill him when he was awake, he would kill him after devouring his consciousness.

Afterwards, Zhou Yu would stumble out of the demon court, accidentally hit and fall into the spiritual spring, and the wound would be healed, and Hui Ling was waiting for the moment when Zhou Yu went crazy.

Before Jiang Li's medicine was delivered to Zhou Yu's mouth, the thin demon energy lingering around Zhou Yu's side was completely broken. Without the resistance of the demon energy, the unhealed wound on his chest opened again, and blood oozes out intermittently.

"Your Highness!"

Ah Yun rushed to Zhou Yu's side in panic, trying to reach out her hand to fit Zhou Yu's back, trying to transmit the magic energy for him and suppress the wound, but her magic spring had long since broken, and there was no trace of magic energy in her body. Zhou Yu's hot back She shivered with a hot back, but she didn't withdraw her hands, trying to use the broken magic spring again and again to transmit even a trace of spiritual energy to Zhou Yu.

Pity it didn't work.

Tears rolled down, the pear blossoms were raining, Ah Yun was still unwilling to leave Zhou Yu, but at this time Zhou Yu's complexion had changed drastically, and the red eyes were full of frost, without a trace of warmth.

If Zhou Yu in the past had smiles and jokes in his murderous eyes, he would never look like a cold killing machine like this now.

"A Yun! Get out of the way!"

Hui Ling couldn't help shouting, Ah Yun looked in Hui Ling's direction blankly with tears in her eyes, but she didn't see Hui Ling, and the hot heat source in her hand left her palm, and a tall black figure enveloped her A rhyme.

The dark sickle was summoned by Zhou Yu long ago, and Hui Ling couldn't help being startled. It turned out that the dark sickle didn't need magic energy to summon the dark sickle.

At this time, Zhou Yu lost all consciousness and became a killing machine, and the dark sickle would also become the knife in Zhou Yu's hand according to Zunzhi.

Ah Yun looked up and saw Zhou Yu standing in front of her with a tall and straight figure, she had long ignored Hui Ling's voice telling her to avoid her, with joy on her face, ready to receive her lord's order.

The hot palm climbed up the slender and smooth neck, and with a slight force on the arm, Zhou Yu lifted Ah Yun's petite body. Ah Yun's face instantly turned purple due to lack of oxygen, and she didn't even have the strength to struggle.

On the other hand, Jiang Li, who was holding the decoction jar, had already stayed where he was. Hui Ling didn't do what he wanted, and took a Ye Mingzhu from the wall, and hit the decoction jar in Jiang Li's hand with force, the decoction jar There was a crackling sound from the external force, and the hot soup dripped on Jiang Li's hand, and he jumped back a step.

clang-

The medicine jar fell to the ground and broke into countless pieces.

This sound also attracted Zhou Yu's attention. Zhou Yu, who was about to break Ah Yun's neck, threw A Yun casually and strode towards Jiang Li.

The dark sickle emitted a dark light, quenching a gloomy cold light, Zhou Yu's eyes were full of evil spirits, and the dark sickle pointed directly at Jiang Li.

Zhou Yu like this makes people feel terrified when they see him. Jiang Li is also an outsider's disciple, and he is not good at spell cultivation. Going to his side, he even scratched his shirt for the last time.

Hui Ling realized that this would not work, and needed to transfer Zhou Yu's firepower to her.

Jiang Li staggered away and left the original place for a long time. Hui Ling found the right moment and quickly jumped to where he was originally standing.

With force from his fingertips, he shot at Zhou Yu with a whoosh.

Of course, the small fragments would not hurt Zhou Yu, even though Hui Ling had used up all her spiritual power, but the Heavenly Court suppressed it so badly, that was the only way to go.

The heavy fragments landed on Zhou Yu's shoulder. Perhaps it was the pain that made him stop. He lifted the dark sickle in his hand and drew a dark blade to sweep towards Jiang Li, then turned to attack in Huiling's direction.

Hui Ling was relatively flexible. He let all the people in the court hide while fleeing. Ayun, who was serving Zhou Yu, naturally refused. When he hid, he was also picked up by the demon army, and he said bluntly that he was a witch doctor who treated the demon king and could not leave.

Hui Ling had no time to take care of them anymore, and cursed secretly in his heart. No wonder Zhou Yu would kill in the original plot. Judging from this form, where is Zhou Yu killing? Zhou Yulai cut them with a dark sickle.

It was also because of this distraction that the dark blade drawn by the dark sickle rushed towards Hui Ling at an astonishing speed. She couldn't dodge in time, and quickly backed away. The moment she got close to the wall, Hui Ling stretched her feet back, relying on the strength of kicking off the wall to make her move. He flew up, and when he spun, the dark blade brushed against her cheek, cutting off a strand of her hair.

As the ash fell to the ground, the soft and shiny hair also fell on the gold bricks.

(End of this chapter)