Chapter 195: I might have to leave for a while again

Yan Mo was caught red-handed when he didn't check.

He wanted to take action against Shui Yan'er, but he hesitated and didn't fall.

Shui Yan'er smiled with relief: "Junior brother, the one who saved you in the forbidden forest was not me, but Master."

"...It was Master who saved us from the purple-glazed bird and gave us the only teleportation array. At that time, I was jealous of Master's kindness to you, so I deliberately said that I saved you."

"I don't believe it. Even so, she is partial to you, she can't be wrong. She taught you the most powerful medical and swordsmanship, but she didn't let me practice it." Although

Yan Mo did not lose his memory, he had already turned evil at this time and could not accept the kindness of others.

Shui Yan'er told everything she knew and added some of her own thoughts.

"Master doesn't let you practice because she wants to protect you. Your chaotic divine body will bring you disaster. She asked me to practice hard so that I can protect you."

Yan Mo sneered disdainfully: "Impossible. Do you think I will believe you?"

"Junior brother, I am willing to die to prove that what I said is true."

It happened in a split second. Shui Yan'er directly pulled the sword out of Yan Mo's body and stabbed her dantian with the sword.

"Yan'er."

When Di Yange rushed over with his chest covered, Shui Yan'er had already fallen in a pool of blood.

She helped Shui Yan'er up and wanted to stop her bleeding.

Shui Yan'er burst into tears, still bright and beautiful, and her hand tightly grasped Di Yange's arm.

"Master, I'm sorry. I have failed you in your cultivation. I..."

"Shut up. You are my disciple, Tian Xuanzi. I will not let you die."

Although he said so, Di Yange found that Shui Yan'er's bleeding could not be stopped at all.

As expected of her disciple, she did not learn medical skills in vain. This stabbing with the sword did not leave her any chance to survive.

This is her most carefully cultivated disciple.

She is also her most satisfied disciple.

This child is not only exquisitely talented, but also so considerate. When she was young, she liked to follow her and call her master sweetly.

"Master... Your disciple is unfilial..."

Di Yange felt sad, and his chest was boiling.

He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

It was this mouthful of blood that opened the door to Di Yange's new world.

The blood sprayed all over Shui Yan'er's head and body.

Shui Yan'er felt the sweet taste at the corner of her mouth and couldn't help licking her lips.

But she didn't expect her face to suddenly turn red.

Even the blood from the wound began to slowly stop.

While Di Yange was surprised, a sword suddenly pierced her chest.

The sword passed through her chest, and the position where the handle penetrated was a bit subtle. A small half of the tip of the sword was in front of her body, and it was still dripping blood.

Xiao Jue and the others reacted and rushed towards Yan Mo.

And Yan Mo seemed to have been stupid for a long time.

He murmured there: "Lie to me, you are all lying to me."

Just when Xiao Jue and others were dealing with Yan Mo, Di Yange had pinched Shui Yan'er's cheeks and poured the blood dripping from the pierced tip of the sword into her mouth.

Sure enough, Shui Yan'er's face became more and more rosy, even more rosy than before she was injured.

There was indeed something wrong with her blood.

Although she had always known that this blood could be used to deal with demons, she never thought that it could also be used to heal wounds. She

just didn't know whether it was innate or because of the use of the Three Lights Divine Water in the Divine Doctor Valley.

Perhaps, it was both.

"Master, are you okay?"

Liu Chanyi looked at the sword piercing Di Yange's body and was stunned.

Although she was also worried about Shui Yan'er, she was more worried about Di Yange.

Di Yange handed Shui Yan'er to her, took out a small bottle, and collected her blood that kept dripping.

Such a good thing cannot be wasted.

"Master..."

Liu Chanyi held the injured and unconscious Shui Yan'er, and looked worriedly at Di Yange who was pretending to be playing with blood.

Di Yange said, "Yunchan, Yan'er will be handed over to you. I may have to leave for a while."

"Ah? Uncle Master..."

Liu Chanyi didn't even have time to finish her words.

Di Yange handed Liu Chanyi a fresh blood bottle: "This can be used to treat injuries, keep it."

"Uh..."

Liu Chanyi took the still warm bottle and saw Di Yange gave her a few more needles in her Yuanying.

After a few needles, her cultivation level soared directly.

The momentum made Liu Chanyi close her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, Di Yange, who still had a sword in his body, had already rushed towards the crowd who were fighting fiercely.

Then, Di Yange slapped Yan Mo, who was fighting alone, and beat him to a breath.

"Everyone, he is my disciple after all, let me deal with him."

After saying that, she didn't give anyone else a chance to speak, and she ran away carrying Yan Mo.

She was so fast that even Xiao Jue couldn't catch up with her for a while.

This made him a little annoyed.

He had already become a god, but he couldn't catch up with Di Yange's speed.

And she was obviously injured, why was she still so fast?

Di Yange carried Yan Mo and ran very far.

Finally, they found a deserted yard with no one.

After putting him down, she began to help Yan Mo to destroy his cultivation, restore his memory, and heal his injuries.

After working hard for a long time, Yan Mo was finally rescued.

He was sleeping very comfortably at this time, thinking of the pair of dark eyes with the innocence of a child in the underground cave.

I hope he can live the rest of his life peacefully.

"In that case, you should be called Mo Changsheng from now on."

Di Yange couldn't help but praise the name he chose for himself.

At this time, Mo Changliu outside the light curtain said excitedly: "Mo Changsheng? How is it possible? Impossible? He can't be Mo Changsheng."

Mo Changliu's voice successfully attracted everyone's attention.

Because his voice was really loud and full of fear.

"What's wrong? So excited? Mo Changsheng? Mo Changliu? No way. Don't tell me that you were called Mo Changsheng before. This is too bloody."

The brother in distress on the side sympathized.

"Definitely not. It must be a coincidence. I do have parents. But later my parents were killed by that beast Di Yange, so I joined the Xianlai Sect."

Mo Changliu continued, "At first, I didn't know that I was recognizing a thief as my father. I always regarded her as a relative. I didn't expect that she would be the murderer of my parents." As

he spoke, he looked at the light screen with hatred in his eyes.

Thinking of recognizing a thief as my father, there is nothing more hateful than this in all these years.

"You are Yan Mo."

After all, everything is already there, how can it be such a coincidence?

Mo Changliu excitedly rushed to the brother who spoke: "You damn fish, I will fight you."