Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

Aura surging, stepping away.

A moment later, Ling jiu'er came out of the dark.

The taste of wine is still there, and people are no longer there.

Ling jiu'er's vision falls on the white jade wine jar on the ground. He stares at it for a long time before he leaves.

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GU Bai took Zhuxiang for a little while, and then he met Shen Jialing, who was wobbly.

Holding a tree, he saw them and asked, "where are you going?"

Seeing that he was probably sober, Gu Bai said with a sigh of relief, "I'm going to find my elder martial brother. It seems that I was drunk when I saw him, so I pulled elder martial sister Zhuxiang to find you."

Shen Jialing said, "do you have anything important to do with me?"

Gu Bai touched the tip of his nose and said with an excited smile, "elder martial brother, I really have something to do with you."

"Kunpeng essence and blood, I have got it." He said, shaking the glass bottle in his hand, the clear red blood beads rolling in it, it's really good-looking.

Shen Jialing is also surprised to pick eyebrows: "I didn't expect you can really find it."

The speed of the action was beyond his imagination.

Shen Jialing couldn't help but smile and said, "then go back quickly. I see that Kunpeng's blood essence has changed. It's the best time to take it."

Gu Bai was in a hurry and almost took Shen Jialing into the cave.

Bamboo Xiang some helplessly smile, also follow in.

In the dark and damp cave, however, because of the existence of that person, it radiates brilliance.

Liu Qingjun closed his eyes tightly. His long eyelashes fell down gently. His thin lips had already lost their blood color and some of them were cracked. But that face, or enough to be called the peerless.

He seemed to be asleep, indulging in a boundless dream.

As if the next moment will open their eyes, slightly curved lips call him a galaxy.

It seems that it will decay slowly in the humid air and never wake up.

Shen Jialing pondered for a long time, but still said: "although Kunpeng's blood essence has disappeared, it comes from the fierce beast in ancient times. And martial uncle is in a coma now... "

"What does elder martial brother mean?" Gu Baiwei was stunned.

"For now, Kunpeng's blood essence is really the best way." Shen Jialing sighed softly.

These days, Liu Qingjun's breath of life has become weaker and weaker, just like a candle in the wind. The tiny candle flame may be extinguished in the breath.

He went on: "but it's also risky. Whether it can be effective depends on martial uncle's nature. "

There was a sudden silence in the air.

For a long time, Gu Bai put his hand over Liu Qingjun's wrist and felt a slight pulse.

With a smile: "I believe Shifu, Shifu can survive."

Liu Qingjun has never lived up to his expectations, and this time he will not.

Shen Jialing said: "well, Xie Xinghe, hold him. I'll pour Kunpeng's blood for martial uncle."

Gu Bai acted according to his words and carefully reached Liu Qingjun's side. He raised his upper body and let his head lean against his neck socket.

Shen Jialing took the glass bottle and carefully pulled out the cork. He held Liu Qingjun's cheek in one hand and quickly poured the red blood into him.

"Come on, Xie Xinghe, now transport aura to martial uncle."

Gu Bai nodded, turned his hand to hold Liu Qingjun's hand, and a steady stream of aura spread to his body.

Shen Jialing looked at him and said, "if you can't hold it, just tell me."

"I'll be fine, elder martial brother Jialing." Gu Bai smiles at him.

These two days, he is usually lonely and silent, like a piece of moss on the wall, speechless, where there is such aura as now.