Chapter 258: Resurrection or resurrection?
When everyone entered the room, Mo Qitian had already pulled the Demon Lord's wrist and felt his pulse. He seemed unconvinced, so he pulled the other hand and felt it again, then felt his breath. He frowned and thought, and even unbuttoned the Demon Lord's clothes and put his hand on his heart.
"How is it?" asked the King of Buddhism.
"There is a pulse and a heartbeat, but it's very slow and there's no breath in the nose." Mo Qitian's voice was trembling with surprise and disbelief.
"..." Everyone was dumbfounded. What was going on? Was the Demon Lord really going to turn into a fierce ghost as Qing Yi said? The timid maid could not help but hide away.
"I...I didn't lie, right?" Qing Yi didn't dare to step forward and said while hiding beside Ye Qingyu.
"Qing Yi." Ye Qingyu stopped him. He knew Qing Yi was afraid of ghosts, but this was his master, so how could he talk nonsense?
"Strange!" Mo Qitian uttered two words. He didn't believe what Qing Yi said about turning into a ghost.
Prince Shi also stepped forward to investigate. It was just as Mo Qitian had said. It looked like a dead person, yet not dead. How could the pulse, which had already stopped, recover? It was so strange!
"Don't worry. Since there is a pulse and heartbeat, it means that the person is fine. We will slowly find a solution!" King Shi comforted Mo Qitian.
"Xiao Ye, didn't my master turn into a fierce ghost? Didn't he come back to life?" Qing Yi muttered softly. He had recovered from the shock now. After all, he was his own master. After listening to what Master and King Shi said just now, it seemed that his master was not dead and was not going to turn into a fierce ghost. He felt a little relieved.
"Resurrection?" Mo Qitian heard Qing Yi's whisper and suddenly realized. Oh, right, didn't Master also come back to life decades ago? Although he didn't witness the scene at that time, Master had told him about what happened a few days ago.
"Chu Shi, he is not dead!" Mo Qitian's tone revealed excitement. The three days of silence and heartbreak seemed to have finally cleared up. Master is not dead, he will definitely come back to life!
"Is there really such a magical martial art?" Everyone couldn't help but be surprised.
"Look, three days ago, he had no pulse, but now it's beating. Perhaps he's restarting..." Mo Qitian's words were so mysterious. Could it really be like this? Resurrection?
The news that the Demon Lord had returned to life shocked and delighted the entire Prince Shi's Mansion. There were people guarding the Demon Lord day and night, waiting for him to wake up soon.
Mo Qitian had to continue guarding his master, and was coaxed and persuaded by King Shi to take him away for a short rest. How could he bear not eating, drinking or sleeping for three days and three nights? Moreover, he felt a little relieved knowing that the Demon Lord was not dead and was very likely to wake up.
The master was taken away, and Qing Yi, as his disciple, naturally could not leave. He could not bear to let Xiao Ye accompany him all the time, but he did not want to stay alone, so he pulled Ling Feng to guard together. After all, Ling Feng was a disciple of the Demon Sect, so it was only natural for him to guard here.
"Old leader, you are truly an old immortal!" Ling Feng sighed, unable to bear the loneliness.
"Of course, my master is the supreme master of the martial arts world and is very capable." Qing Yi regained his spirit and chatted with Ling Feng. The two were originally close friends of the Demon Sect and had a close relationship.
"I'm not saying anything mean to you, brother, but you're just too timid. I felt so ashamed watching that!" Ling Feng recounted the embarrassing incident in which Qing Yi was so scared that he threw himself on the little prince of the Northwest.
"Bah, if you are here alone, can you be better than me? Besides, I am embarrassing you, stop pretending!" Qing Yi retorted.
"Anyway, I won't scream or howl, and then throw myself on others for comfort!" A bad friend is a bad friend, and he never speaks politely.
"I...how could I!" Qing Yi denied it, then changed the subject and said with a smile: "You want to pounce, but no one lets you do it! Can those beauties of yours catch you?"
"Hey, kid, are you showing off? By the way, this young prince is really good to you. He doesn't even think you are embarrassing yourself and he even has the patience to coax you." Ling Feng's tone was full of envy.
"That's right! Don't you see my charm? He has already been bewitched by me. I have the final say in front of him!" Qing Yi boasted. Xiao Ye was not there anyway.
"Haha, you are just bragging. Do you think I didn't see it? I guess I treated you so well!" Ling Feng expressed his doubt. This kid was just bragging.
"That's because your eyesight is not good."
"Well, let's make a bet tomorrow. I'll only believe it if you ask him to personally pour you tea and serve you. Otherwise, you're just bragging." Ling Feng said with a smile.
"..." Qing Yi hesitated. It would be difficult to ask Xiao Ye to pour tea or water for him, wouldn't it? And to do it in front of this kid, that was even more impossible.
"Hehe, I dare not. Just say you are bragging. It's okay, brother, I won't laugh at you. After all, he is the little prince of the Northwest, and you are marrying above your station." Ling Feng patted his good brother's shoulder as if to comfort him.
"Okay, let's make a bet. Tell me the bet!" Qing Yi was provoked and agreed to this extremely unwise bet.
The two chatted about this and that and seemed to get along very well. After Mo Qitian had rested, they would go back to rest.
Sometimes Shi Wang, Ye Qingyu, Su Lan, Qingfeng and others also took turns, and another four days passed.
That evening, it was Qing Yi and Ling Feng's turn.
"Master, why hasn't your master woken up yet?" Qing Yi sighed. His injuries were basically healed, and he was just hoping that your master would wake up soon.
"The leader said today that it would be soon? But he was worried that the old leader would lose his memory when he woke up?" Ling Feng said.
"Where did he hide those treasures? Maybe he forgot them?" Qing Yi was worried.
"Boy, aren't you being unfilial? Shouldn't you say a few words of concern for the old leader now?"
"Hey, what are you talking about? He can't hear you. When Master wakes up, I have to ask him to tell me where his treasures are."
"Don't worry about it. How could it possibly be your turn? It's passed on to the Cult Master, right? And then the Cult Master passes it on to his eldest disciple." Ling Feng was Beichen's disciple, so naturally he was partial to the guardians who labored daily over the affairs of the Demon Cult. Look at how both his own Cult Master and this good brother, each guarding the Prince of Chu, weren't paying as much attention to the affairs of the Demon Cult as he was.
"Hehe, don't talk nonsense. What belongs to my master will naturally be divided among us brothers, and what belongs to my master's grandfather will naturally be mine. My master doesn't want his treasure!" Qing Yi said firmly.
"Brother, you're so obsessed with money. How could the young prince like you? I just can't figure it out."
"Hehe, what do you know?" Qing Yi grinned.
"I don't understand. By the way, you lost the bet last time. Don't brag too much next time. Don't forget to give me that treasure when you return to the Demon Sect!" Ling Feng said proudly.
"Hey, hey, I know, I know. You also say that I am obsessed with money. Aren't you the same? You nag about it every day!" Qing Yi complained.
"Brother, I don't know you very well. I'm worried that you won't keep your word!"
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