Fool Prince's Super-power Consort

"Master... Master... Wake up... Master..."

Murong Ling's head was about to crack. She covered her head and opened her eyes to the white and mellow jade flute.

Seeing her wake up, Yudi jumped up and down excitedly and yelled in her mind. Just now, her voice also rang out, "great, master, you finally wake up."

It was Er Hong who spoke.

Murong Ling slowly reflects her situation. At that time, she escaped from the cave, but was thrown off the jade flute by the blast wave. The back of her head hit the stone at the bottom of the stream and she was in a coma. The reason why she was not drowned in the stream was that Er Hong ran out of the cave and wasted the power of Jiu Niu and Er Hu to carry her on the lotus canopy.

"Er Hong, thank you."

Erhong immediately became shy. The whole flower was floating. Three lotus seeds, biubiubiubiu, flew out of the lotus canopy and landed in murongling's palm. "Master, master, your wound is not good. Eat the lotus seeds to heal it."

When she fell from a height, the injury on the back of her head was not low. As soon as she used it, Murong Ling had a splitting headache and a severe concussion. She did not dare to delay. She quickly swallowed all the lotus seeds. After working hard, she finally relieved a little. At least she was no longer dizzy and wanted to vomit.

Only two red is still not satisfied, the voice is very low, "if the boss in more good, two red useless, just mature three lotus seeds."

The biggest one in his mouth is big red.

Murong Ling took a puff from the corner of her mouth and patted her lotus seed placidly. "Don't be sad. Erhong is already very strong." Even if Dahong comes, it's useless. He's been saving lotus seeds for many years, but she's already done it.

The sword wound on her chest has not healed. Because of soaking in water, the skin and flesh of the wound began to turn white and rotten. The sharp sword spirit and evil spirit ran everywhere. If she didn't take measures, she would be seriously injured and die.

The scope of the sword wound is very large, from the clavicle down to the end of the ribs. Murong Ling made the surgical attack at night before taking it out. First, she gave local anesthesia, cut off the rotten meat one by one with a scalpel, and then sewed up the wound with a thin needle.

The effect of anesthesia soon dissipated. Murong Ling was so painful that she breathed. Her forehead was full of sweat. It's not enough to sew the wound. You have to remove the sword Qi and magic Qi around, otherwise the wound will not heal, it will continue to rot.

Fortunately, with the fire lotus, the evil Qi is easily purified by the pure light. Only the sword Qi is very troublesome. It took her two hours to pull out only one percent.

Although the spirit of the heart devil's sword is far inferior to Li cangmin's master, the sword spirit of jiedan's sword cultivation is still a great threat to Murong Ling.

It's not easy to pull out the sword Qi overnight. Murong Ling had to put it aside for a while and began to meditate to mend her ribs. It wasn't until dark that her ribs recovered. Even so, she couldn't be seriously injured in the next month, otherwise she would be in danger of breaking again.

For a whole day, Erhong and Yudi obediently accompany murongling to heal her wounds. They dare not breathe. When they see her open her eyes, they immediately rub up. Yudi can't speak. Erhong opens her mouth and sobs like crying, "master, I'll never pay attention to the devil again."

Murong Ling was stunned. After a long time, she realized that the big devil in her mouth was Cang min. she was silent and her dark Phoenix eyes were dim. She said for a long time, "it's not his fault."

When her deliberately suppressed thoughts spread, she could not help but think of the day and the devil who had been seriously injured and escaped. One after another, she was confused and broken. Only when she had a splitting headache and was dark in front of her eyes did she cut off her thoughts and smile bitterly.

Two red don't know her complex mood, listen to her also for the big devil excuse, not happy to hum up, Murong Ling touch comfort for some time, finally gas down, "by the way, master, let's find a place to plant yuan yuan, wait for tomorrow, it's afraid to die."

Murong Ling turned her head and found that Shouyuan fruit tree was lying on the lotus. It was pitiful. Its root system was almost broken, its branches and leaves were scattered, and only its bare trunk was leading the way. If Erhong hadn't opened her mouth, she could hardly recognize Shouyuan fruit tree.

"What's wrong with it?"

No wonder she didn't hear it during the day. While she was crossing the source, she listened to Erhong's explanation, "master, you fell off the cliff with Yuanyuan in your arms. I didn't have the strength to lift you up. Yuanyuan broke several branches to lift you up."

It turned out that its branches were broken because of her.

Murong Ling's heart warms and she continues to cross the source. A quarter of an hour later, Shouyuan Guoshu finally wakes up. She rubs her fingertips with affection and joy and says happily, "master, you wake up."It followed Er Hong to call her master. Before her voice disappeared, she was clear and lively, wilting and delicate. It was very distressing.

Murong Ling rubbed its bare branches and said thank you in a warm voice before discussing with it, "you are in a bad situation. You have to plant in the soil to survive. I'll find a place to plant you, OK?"

"No, No. Yuan Yuan will follow his master. " Shouyuanguoshu was afraid that murongling would abandon her. The delicate branches immediately wrapped around her fingertips and began to cry in a low voice, sobbing and choking, intermittently, like an aggrieved cub, which made people's heart soften.

Alas, the general affinity of plants is a kind of sweet distress.

Murong Ling was in a dilemma. "I can't bear you either, but I have no place for you."

Yuqing's bottle is full of fire and ink. It can be poured out to let shouyuanguoshu live temporarily. However, in its present condition, it can't support her to leave the secret place. What's more, it's a plant. It can't be seen in a bottle all day long.

"I know, I know, master, you can plant me in the cards." Shouyuanguoshu heard that she didn't want to give up it, and immediately became excited, even with a loud voice.

"Cards?" Murong Ling was puzzled.

"That's the card you got in the cave, master." Shouyuanguo anxiously explained, "a card is a card that seals bad things!"

Murong Ling suddenly realized that it was a Xuanwu token.

During the day, she took the Xuanwu token to study. Later, she was stimulated by Qingao's words and put it into Qiankun ring. If it wasn't for Shouyuan Guoshu's reminding, she would have forgotten this.

She took out the heaven and earth precepts again for research, tentatively dripping blood to sacrifice and refine, but it was a ownerless thing, and soon she initially recognized the Lord. After a divine exploration, the green mountains, fertile land, clear lake water... All came into view, and it was like Li cangmin's green Dragon token, sealed with a heaven and earth!

Murong Ling only heard Li cangmin mention that the green dragon token is sealed with mustard seed space, but the green dragon token shoulders the heavy task of suppressing the demons. Even he has only entered a few times. As for Murong Ling, he has no chance to accept other living people except the master.

After refining, all the pithy formulas were printed in her mind. Murong Ling tried to read them. The next moment, she changed the scenery and successfully entered the mustard space of the token. It's not only her, but also Er Hong.

The force of mustard space is stronger than that of the outside world. Erhong jumps into the lake all at once. Although it is fire, it is also very close to water.

Murong Ling let him play in the water, took the dying Shouyuan fruit tree ashore, picked a suitable place to plant it, applied the spirit rain for it, crossed the origin, Shouyuan fruit tree suddenly full of energy, happily exclaimed, "thank you, master, Yuanyuan likes you so much."

"Yuanyuan, how do you know there is space in the Xuanwu token?" After everything was settled, Murong Ling asked her doubts.

Shouyuanguoshu tilted the branch, as if thinking, "it's Lingling who told me. There is a Lingling who can talk in the card."

Murong Ling raised her eyebrows in surprise? Is it a spirit? "

"Right, right, right, right, right, right." Shouyuanguoshu nodded abruptly, "Lingling only spoke to me once, and then there was no news of it any more."

Murong Ling didn't feel the existence of the spirit in the Xuanwu token. Did she die? However, to get mustard space is already very dangerous. It doesn't matter whether there is a spirit or not.

When she looked at Shouyuan fruit tree again, Murong Ling was shocked to see that Shouyuan fruit tree, which had just been bare, was full of leaves, and even the broken branches were sprouting, as if it had been treated with hormones.

Although her origin is powerful, she is not so powerful, is she?

Shouyuanguo did not know the reason, but excitedly said, "the soil in the space is delicious!"

Murong Ling studies the black soil under her feet, but it's a good thing for her. The land of space has the effect of accelerating growth, and she will not lack spiritual grass in the future. For an alchemist, what is more attractive than endless spiritual grass.

This time, her brain and chest didn't hurt any more. Murong Ling was so excited that her eyes were full of stars. She sprinkled a handful of seeds of the ghost thorn vine and planted them. Then she dug out the spirit grass from the Crystal Palace and planted them. All night long, the bare land was covered with green, like the color of hope.

Murong Ling was in a good mood. She practiced the formula of heaven and earth for an hour and watched the array jade slips for a while before leaving the token space reluctantly.

In and out of the location has not changed, Haori instead of the night, the misty scenery with soft tone, imitation of Foshan Qingshui show paradise, but the birds and beasts roar incessantly, lose the cover of the night, the fight of natural selection is more bloody and straightforward, no pity, no retreat, only survival.As time goes by, Murong Ling stands on the bank and looks at the surging river with clear eyes.