"Are you... coming to save me..."
The blood-stained banshee was already dying, collapsing in a dark corner like a withered flower.
She is a demon and has a certain self-healing ability, but at this moment those bloody scars are still hideously spread across her fair skin.
It's very creepy.
A strange floral fragrance wafted into my nose, accompanied by a strong smell of blood, mixed with some indescribable unpleasant smell.
Shen Wuyou looked at her miserable appearance, walked forward step by step, and then squatted down slowly in her chaotic and distracted eyes, which were still blazing with hope like a torch, and said in a light tone:
"You're dying..."
Seeing her approach, the banshee was even more certain that she had the ability to take her away from this haunted place. Her eyes immediately became excited and filled with desire:
"Please...save me...it hurts...it hurts...it hurts..."
She struggled to reach out and touch the exquisite person who seemed like a dream.
The moonlight poured in through the iron window, dimly illuminating Shen Wuyou's face, making it look so unreal, like a banished immortal.
She was so scared, so scared that she would become as ethereal as a banished immortal, disappear in an instant, and completely disappear from her sight the next moment.
The cold walls and the polluted air would, as before, cut through the fog of fantasy without any emotion, telling her in the most direct way that all this was just an illusion.
Even breathing hurts her now. Her heart, lungs, and every inch of scars on her skin are all throbbing with pain. The pain is so severe that she has no strength left and has lost consciousness.
My vision gradually blurred...
She watched the crimson figure before her grow increasingly hazy. Was she also a plant demon? But why couldn't she sense any demonic aura from her at all?
Is this an illusion again...
How ridiculous...
As a humble plant demon, without powerful talents, a strong physique, or a majestic figure, she was surrounded by the curse of the cauldron from birth, becoming a caged pet and a cauldron for cultivation...
Even this innate self-defense ability eventually became the material for their medicine making.
Her life was spent in the hands of different people, being passed around again and again.
The rain hits the duckweed, making it drift helplessly, looking sad and miserable.
Finally, did the important person die here?
She defeated her enemies with hallucinations, and eventually died in hallucinations.
How sad...
She struggled to move forward, and finally slowly raised her hand, wanting to feel the reality of the person in front of her. She wanted to tell herself that all this was not an illusion, that there really were plant monsters that could survive intact in this chaotic world, and that she could really bring hope to the plant monsters.
She really wanted to feel it, to feel the scorching temperature of the person in front of her, just like the color of her flowers, the temperature was unbridled and unrestrained.
But it seems that it is no longer possible...
She tried her best, but could only touch the air. The empty touch made her feel unwilling and sad.
However, just before she fainted, her hand, which had suddenly dropped, was suddenly supported by a gentle force. In a trance, she only felt a refreshing coolness on the palm of her hand, like green buds, like bamboo shoots after rain, and like the refreshing feeling of rain after a long drought.
This feeling, wrapped in cool spiritual power, suddenly woke her up.
Like a fish finally nourished by the rain, she slowly regained consciousness and her vision became clearer...
"I can save you."
The person in front of her became real. Her delicate and charming eyebrows seemed to be as gentle as water, and her eyes as clear and transparent as obsidian were looking straight at her.
Even though she is in such a mess now;
Even though she is now covered in filth;
Even though she's dying...
And her clear and sincere eyes were full of respect, without any malice.
"But you have to know that there is no free lunch in the world. I can't save you for nothing. You have to give me something to make me feel that you are worth it. What do you think?"
A completely businesslike tone...
Also, although her eyes were gentle, sincere, and respectful, they did not contain any mercy or charity.
She's treating her like a normal person during negotiations...
"I... am willing... to do... anything... as long as you... rescue me..."
"good."
She replied with a smile on her face, and then asked:
"What's your name?"
"poppy..."
"Okay Poppy, I'll take you home."
"Home......"
What is home? Where is home?
She wanted to ask, but she couldn't, because the next moment, she fell down weakly and completely fainted.
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Liuxian Pavilion——
Yeyuetan has been waiting here for a long time.
He replaced the teacups one by one, rubbing the warm jade teacup back and forth in one hand, then paced back and forth restlessly, his long silver-white hair like a waterfall fluttering in the wind, with a hint of anxiety.
"Sir, Yaomei will be fine..."
Narcissus's eyes followed him all the time, looking back and forth, sitting and standing, standing and sitting, and remained in an anxious stalemate for several hours.
As her personal maid, this was the first time in decades that she had seen him behave so out of control. He was completely different from his usual cool and elegant appearance.
"Narcissus." He suddenly stopped and turned to look at her, "Shouldn't I have let her go to Shaying Tower alone?"
"Young Master..."
"Yes, it's my fault. No matter how clever Yao Mei is, she's just a flower demon. How can she possibly defeat the vicious Sha Ying Lou who commits all kinds of evil?"
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