Immortal Voices Chapter 54: Sick?
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Since becoming the demon lord, Rong Xian's only role is to suppress this token with all his strength. But this token is a cell in which the evil evil spirits are imprisoned.
She tried her best, and even if she blew herself up, she couldn't escape the fate of restraining the evil demon.
Now her soul has been damaged by nine points, and the remaining one is slowly dissipating. Heavenly Dao judged that she was about to disappear, and could no longer suppress the ban, and the ban came out.
Her duty is complete!
Rong Xian's face is pale and transparent, but anyone can see the joy in her eyes. She smiles like a flower, and her tone is dumbfounded: "Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi, thank you for helping me."
The prohibition that could not even be solved by self-destruction was solved by Qingbo's bowl of sunshade. This is really nowhere to be found by breaking through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort at all.
"Uncle Master, I see how you can withstand the karma that the devil enters the world and the world is chaotic." She smiled and murmured: "If I say I will repay you, I will never break my word. I look forward to yours. End."
She stretched out her hand, and it was the token with golden light in her white and transparent palm.
Rong Xian chuckled lightly and threw the token into the sky abruptly.
A big ‘forbidden’ word loomed in the void, struggling hard, but the black energy in it rushed unscrupulously, desperately trying to knock it away.
Rong Xian stood there and looked happily for a while, only then mobilized the vitality in the wooden spirit orb to heal himself.
After a long time, she was about to turn around and go back to the room, the corner of her eyes sweeping across the corner of the shadow as if nothing.
It's Ash.
What did he do here?
A trace of doubt flashed in Rong Xian's eyes, and then the trace of doubt disappeared, and then the stream of light flickered, her eyebrows seemed to include the deepest and richest scenery in the world, confusing.
This is really a good opportunity, isn't it?
Rong Xian no longer suppressed the injury caused by the sunshade, coughed, and a smell of sweetness surged from her throat. She hurriedly took out a silk pajama from her sleeve and covered her mouth. The red blood soaked the veil. , Little by little fell on the ground.
The fire flickered in her palm, and after turning her veil into ashes, she returned to the room with heavy steps.
After a long time, Ah Qi walked over slowly. He squatted down and stared at the blood on the ground with a deep gaze. With a touch of his index finger on his right hand, the pale golden blood was exposed in his eyes.
"——Sword Emperor Essence and Blood." There was a sharp light in Aqi's eyes.
The essence of the sword emperor who never wanted them to chase desperately was actually under their noses. Rong Xian turned out to be the remnant of the Yu clan. No wonder she had been defending Shen Jiuliu, because the two were of the same clan.
But it seems that the two did not recognize each other.
Haha, this is really no effort at all.
A Qi was pleasantly surprised, but never thought of telling Qingbo the news.
The news about the essence of the sword emperor is enough for him to know, and that idiot Qingbo will be a target in the bright place.
After thinking about it carefully, he decided to wait for the people from Wuxinya to pick him up, then grab Rong Xian and go back to the holy mountain. Now it's better to pretend not to know.
A Qi's eyes flashed, and his figure disappeared while shaking.
Wuxin Cliff, in the golden palace, Jingyue looked at the figure floating in the air, with surprises in her eyes: "So, the blood of the sword emperor is on Rong Xian's body?"
Aqi nodded affirmatively: "Yes, I personally verified it."
"Good, good, good." Condensed Moon was overwhelmed with joy, as long as she got the essence of the sword emperor, she could go one step further, no matter where Xixin was hidden, she couldn't please her in the face of absolute strength.
"Aqi, you watch Rong Xian well, I'll go right now..." Ning Yue's voice suddenly stopped abruptly.
It suddenly occurred to her that with the shackles of the Demon Prison, Wuxin Cliff's magic repair would not dare to walk out of the holy mountain.
She thought carefully and said, "Aqi, I will send the new disciples in the cliff. They have no karma. As long as you don’t kill innocent people, you don’t have to be afraid of the devil’s prison. Take Rong Xian back to the holy mountain for the first time."
A Qi replied with a solemn expression: "Okay."
The City Lord's Mansion of Ziwei City.
"Doctor Rong." Early in the morning, a handmaid's voice came from outside the door.
In the room, the heavy cyan curtains cover all the light outside. In the four corners of the room, the huge Ye Mingzhu exudes a faint cold light. Rong Xian leaned on the soft collapse and flipped through the medical book, her head Did not raise it: "Go in."
The handmaid walked in lightly, and she didn't look any strange to the big change in the layout of the room.
She bowed her knees and bowed: "Doctor Rong, the city lord told me that if you want to go out to practice medicine, you can go anytime, as long as you don't go far."
Rong Xian's hand turned the book, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, but his tone was still soft: "I know, go and tell the city lord, I understand his kindness. I still understand if the doctor does not heal himself, go ahead. ."
The poison of the sunshade prevents her from going out during the day. Qingbo asks the maid to talk to her to pierce her heart. He can use such a naive method. It's ridiculous!
The maid walked out quietly, her head down, her expression was a little confused, obviously she didn't understand the language skills between the lord and Rong Xian.
The room was calm again, and Rong Xian's attention was obviously not on the medical book.
Rong Xian sneered. It seems that there hasn't been any movement in the past few days to make Qingbo anxious.
Just such an impatient thing still wants the blood of the sword emperor to want the emperor to dominate the industry, it is really self-knowing.
She put the medical book aside and sat cross-legged, with the wood spirit beads exuding vitality floating in front of her. The vitality in the beads continued to flow into her body, repairing her already overwhelmed injury.
The little wounds seemed to be healed inch by inch by something. Although slow, it was very effective.
Rong Xian is not at all anxious, she prefers to be slower than to leave herself with hidden illnesses.
Compared with Rong Xian's ease, Shen Jiuliu, who had already arrived at Ziwei City at this time, was not as calm as her. The source of the incident was a child.
Shen Jiuliu and his party just walked into the city, and the children in half-old clothes rushed to him, panting and asking, "Brother Jiuliu."
A trace of surprise flashed in Shen Jiuliu's eyes. This was the poor little Le: "Xiao Le! Why are you here? How are your mother and your sister?"
Xiao Le nodded and said, "My mother is already well, Doctor Rong's medical skills are very good, and my sister is also very good. Now I do some needlework at home."
Without waiting for Shen Jiuliu’s question, Xiao Le said again: "Brother Jiuliu, do you know that Doctor Rong’s illness is getting better? I haven’t seen her for several days. My mother, my sister and I are very worried. Doctor Rong, and Brother Mu Mu. He has some coughing in the past two days. I have been waiting for Doctor Rong to see Brother Mu Mu."
Shen Jiu stayed stiff, and his indifferent expression became two-point anxious: "Xiao Le, how long have you not seen Doctor Rong? How do you know that she is sick?"