Chapter 380: The Beautiful Female Buddhist Descendant 16

Nie Qinfan was seriously injured. Not only did he look unconscious, but even his consciousness was blocked.

When Haitang brought people back to Dongyan City, there was still a large group of people guarding the city.

Seeing that she really brought the city lord back, he kowtowed for another round.

Layers of faith calmed Haitang's inner irritability...

"Amitabha, may I ask where this immortal resides?"

"Young Master, please come this way. I will take you there."

The place where Nie Qinfan lives is not very good, but the protective shield outside... is thicker than the skin of a wine barrel.

99: "......"

The two people who followed were embarrassed. "This... the protective shield of a Divine Stage cultivator is not something we can open. How about you, little master, come to my side and I will arrange a quiet place for you."

“No need.”

Haitang took out a set of formation flags and threw them lightly, scattering them in eight places.

He chanted the magic formula softly in his mouth.

After a while, an entrance or exit of the jade lotus platform, neither too big nor too small, appeared.

Haitang flew into the cave without hesitation.

He only left one sentence: "Dongyan City is relying on you. It will take a long time to heal the wounds, so please don't disturb me."

There is no other way, it has to be quick. After all, the gap in cultivation is there. Even if a clever method is used, the formation can only be opened for a short while.

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Nie Qinfan's yard is simple, just as boring as he is. There is nothing but simple decorations...

Haitang randomly picked a room and went in.

Nie Qinfan's presence is still in this room, but there is nothing else except two futons???

Sleeping on the floor? Is that convenient?

Subconsciously, I wanted to look inside the ring space, but... forget it, Haitang Zunyu is almost the same as this one.

Haitang took out a bed from the spiritual space.

Jiang Yuqi's eyes widened...

Because this bed has carved beams and painted rafters, and it’s also a top-grade magical instrument, but... isn’t the bed curtain a little too eye-catching?

Isn’t the quilt on the bed a little too fancy?

"Amitabha, this was given by a donor from the Hehuan Sect. It is really useful now."

Haitang seems to be talking to herself, but she is actually relieving the embarrassment in her heart...

With a flick of his finger, Nie Qinfan lay down on the bed.

When he lay down, Haitang put a blanket under him.

Jiang Yuqi always felt that he saw disgust in her eyes. He shook his head and shook off the inappropriate thoughts.

Little Buddha is so kind, he saves everyone! !

...

The pills have been taken by him. Actually, there is nothing to treat him. We just need to check the external injuries.

"Amitabha."

The vestments were peeled off layer by layer.

The wounds on Nie Qinfan's body were somewhat shocking.

The wound was not as decisive as a knife or sword wound, but rather more like a burn, one piece at a time.

Look at those full pectoral muscles, what a pity it was messed up...

The Buddha's light lingered faintly on the wound, healing his skin wound bit by bit.

“Squeak.”

Jiang Yuqi felt that she was wasting her spiritual power. These minor injuries were nothing to a cultivator in the Divine Stage, and they would be healed naturally in a short time.

"Buddha has mercy on me."

“Squeak, squeak, squeak…”

"You're out."

"Squeak?"

Jiang Yuqi was wrapped in a stream of spiritual power and was gently sent to the door.

"Bang" the door closed.

Nie Qinfan's face was pale and he looked like a dead person.

The treatment is performed one inch apart.

There was no one around, so I just went upstairs.

Shouldn't this be treated more carefully? It's not too much to charge some interest...

The wound healed bit by bit, and Haitang turned the person over.

"Your back looks like coal. You are so lucky. If I hadn't been so soft-hearted, you would have died there."

"Remember to return the pills to me, and also remember to return the money I paid for your life..."

After a long time, Haitang turned the person over again.

Gently twisting his pants off.

There were mosaics all over the wine barrel's eyes, and he only heard Haitang make a "hiss" sound.

The room fell into silence.

The barrel only knew that his host's face was red...

Anyway, it looks quite normal and quite abnormal.

Nie Qinfan's fingertips moved slightly.

Haitang had never come into contact with cultivators with strong spiritual roots, so she had no idea how extraordinary these people were.