"Master!" Bai Lian exclaimed.
"No...it's nothing..." Zhen Shuangliu covered his mouth, blood dripping from between his fingers like beads from a broken string, but when he raised his eyes, he clearly revealed a somewhat smug smile.
"The day when your young master leaves the holy land is approaching. Send someone to pick him up and ensure his safety..." Zhen Shuangliu could not continue the rest of the words. He coughed too violently, and mouthfuls of blood dripped from his chin, wetting a large area of his shirt on his chest.
This time they fought for victory in a risky situation and almost seized half of Ya Zi's Dao Source. Ya Zi's Kun Source was originally more ferocious and refined than that of other strange beasts. With these Dao Sources, in the upcoming chaotic world, the stability of the master and disciple could be maintained for a while longer.
What's more, this time the three people failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice. They probably don't have the energy to organize such a second thing in the short term.
So, even if things took a turn for the worse, he would still have some energy left to protect Jiujiang. If he really couldn't hold on any longer, he would just kick that juggler and the piano player out to take the blame, and he could take Jiujiang with him and hide anywhere in the world...
The Kunyuan that was forcibly taken from Ya Zi was cold and intimidating. Although Zhen Shuangliu swallowed it reluctantly in a hurry, he could still feel that drop of Daoyuan churning in his dantian like a foreign object, but he still couldn't help laughing while coughing up blood.
No matter what, he could always buy Jiujiang some more time to grow, and win a guarantee of safety for his beloved disciple, more, more...
Recalling that he was his disciple in the holy land, which was almost the safest place in the three thousand worlds that were now in turmoil, thinking about his lively and vivid expression after leaving the holy land, and thinking about the fact that Luo Jiujiang would have more room to return to the world in the future, after Cangjiang left, Zhen Shuangliu felt for the first time that there was almost a little hope in his life.
The blood he coughed up stained his robe sleeves and long gown, even forming a small puddle at his feet, but Zhen Shuangliu was still smiling.
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