The little girl rushed into the cave like a firecracker. The strong smell of blood filled her nostrils, and her heart skipped a beat: "Uncle Bai Yi, Mother..." What happened?
Bai Yi took a deep breath and clenched his fist: "Miss Qing'er, Madam... I wonder if there's a problem with her cultivation?"
Mu Wanqing forced herself to walk forward despite the heartache, only to find that Mo Qingcheng had become a "blood-soaked person" at some point, her white dress now covered in blooming plum blossoms that stung her eyes.
Mo Qingcheng was almost going crazy at this moment. Her spiritual energy was running wild and out of control, and her dantian was about to burst.
However, this was not fatal. It seemed that a mysterious, sealed power within him was pouring out, intertwining with the frenzied spiritual energy, fighting fiercely for control.
Mo Qingcheng's consciousness grew increasingly blurred, and a seductive voice echoed in her mind, "Sleep! Sleep!"
What the hell are you talking about?
Mo Qingcheng almost burst out with a string of traditional Chinese greetings to the ancestors of the unfamiliar voice.
Am I the kind of instructor who gives up so easily?
"ah--"
With a roar, Mo Qingcheng's chaotic spiritual energy was instantly imprisoned by a mysterious force, and another battle ensued.
"Look, smoke is coming out of Mother's head!" Mu Wanqing exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise and disbelief.
Don't they say that ancestral graves emit auspicious smoke?
wrong!
Could it be that Mother... has cultivated some kind of special technique?
Bai Yi's expression tightened: "Miss Qing'er, be prepared to make your move!"
Be ready to rescue the lady at any moment!
Mu Wanqing nodded, her mother thought it looked very dangerous.
Half an hour later...
Mo Qingcheng channeled her last bit of spiritual energy, then everything went black and she collapsed to the ground.
"lady!"
"Mother!"
Bai Yi and Mu Wanqing rushed up. The little girl's voice trembled with fear. She blamed herself for being incompetent and causing her mother to suffer.
Mo Qingcheng vaguely heard someone making noise at her, and frowned impatiently, "Stop making noise!"
This year's kids are really hard to manage, sigh... Mo Qingcheng sighed and then fell asleep contentedly.
Mu Wanqing sniffed, reached out and checked Mo Qingcheng's pulse, and felt a little relieved.
Bai Yi also breathed a sigh of relief: "Is Madam alright?"
"Okay!" Mu Wanqing nodded, then suddenly slapped her forehead, "Uncle Bai, could you please stay here and watch over Mother? I have something to take care of!"
The little girl smiled slyly, thinking about how to deal with that damned mutated thorn.
Bai Yi was startled: "Miss Qing'er, you... wait until Madam is stable before you go, okay?"
Mu Wanqing's eyes darted around, and an idea came to her. She started chattering away, making Bai Yi's head throb with pain. He waved his hand and pleaded, "Please, Miss Qing'er, have some decency!"
Mu Wanqing chuckled, casually tossed a few bottles of medicine powder to Bai Yi, and then disappeared with cheerful steps.
Bai Yi: "..."
This year's ladies and wives are really hard to manage!
Mo Qingcheng frowned and continued to chat with Zhou Gong about life.
Meanwhile, Mu Wanqing rushed into the mutated thorn bushes, hands on her hips, and exclaimed, "Haha, how come you're still alive?"
Mutant Thorns: "..."
No, you little human, what do you mean?
Mu Wanqing rolled her eyes. "Being ugly is one thing, but you also go out and scare people. Your mother is calling you home for dinner, didn't you hear her?"
Mutant Thorns: "..."
no!
Please, have some decency!
Mu Wanqing felt a surge of satisfaction and unleashed another barrage of angry words: "#￥%..."
Mutant Thorns: "..."
Where did this little tyrant come from?
Is it too late to regret it now?
Obviously, it's too late!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Mu Wanqing threw out a mini thunderbolt in the blink of an eye, mixed with a fireball, which landed in the mutated thorns.
"boom!"
"ah--"
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