She called softly, but there was no response.
His head was slightly lowered, and his long black hair was scattered messily.
Part of it fell into the blood-red medicine pool; part of it meandered and covered the shiny black stone; and some of the hair on his forehead was naturally scattered, covering most of his face.
The chin that was barely exposed was covered with stubble, making him look melancholy and sloppy.
Shen Wuyu felt that he should run away quickly at this moment, as opportunities can only be encountered by chance.
If she waits until the Demon Lord wakes up, she will be in trouble.
But for some reason, she couldn't move her feet when she was about to leave.
Looking at the silent and lifeless Demon Lord over there, she bit her lip and struggled for a while, then silently raised her foot and walked over...
The crimson potion in the medicine pool seemed to never dry up.
Beneath the calm surface of the water, there are traces of flow. This must be living water, with pharmacological circulation, and it will never get dirty.
The Demonic Palace's decor was simple and dull. Surrounding this precious medicinal pool was nothing special, save for a few large, dark rocks, worn smooth and shiny. Large and small, they lined the pool's shore in a chaotic yet orderly fashion.
Suddenly, a piece of bright red clothing brushed past, and the shiny black stone looked strange in an instant.
Shen Wuyou tiptoed up to him step by step, squatted down, and approached him boldly. When he lowered his eyes, he found clearly that the black patterns on his body were exactly the same as works of art that had exploded and then glued together.
Unconsciously, her slender little hand gently stroked it, lightly touched the black lines that looked like scars, and then quickly withdrew it reflexively.
She stared blankly at the touch of her fingertips, which felt warm and numb, with a negligible bulge.
"grown ups?"
She called out again, this time closer to his head, the tentative voice slowly falling from above.
However, there was still no response.
It's like being dead.
Shen Wuyou couldn't help but tighten her five fingers, biting her lower lip unconsciously, then slowly extended her fingers and probed towards his breath...
call......
Feeling the warm breath that was so faint that it was almost imperceptible, she let out a long sigh.
Fortunately, I didn’t die.
【Radish head.】
She searched for the trace of Radish Head in her spiritual consciousness and finally found it in a pile of spiritual herbs.
The latter shuddered when he heard the sound, then he pulled away the various spiritual herbs and bottles and jars that had buried him, and murmured sleepily, looking sleepy as if he had just woken up:
"Um...what's wrong?"
Its voice was a little hoarse, as if it was burned.
After hearing this, Shen Wuyou subconsciously looked at the pile of bottles and jars. They were taken from the dungeon of Prince Ao's mansion, and their uses were unknown.
【You test the drug on yourself?】
She was shocked.
Carrot Head rubbed his sleepy eyes and replied hoarsely, "I don't have any other medicine men, so I have to do it myself. Fortunately, I don't die that easily. I'll be fine after a good sleep."
[You really are...] Shen Wuyou didn't know what to say to it. He could only be thankful that it was immune to all poisons and could dissolve all kinds of poisons.
[Next time you need to try some medicine, tell me and I'll find someone to help you.]
"Hmm..." He shook his dizzy head and responded.
Then he jumped out of the storage ring, stood on the slippery stone, looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Help me." She pointed at the weak Demon Lord standing beside her and said, "The Demon Lord seems to be dying. Please help me save him."
After all, the man had truly saved her twice, and she really couldn't bear to watch her savior die.
"What?!"
Luobotou woke up instantly, and the green tassel on his head that had been drooping suddenly stood up. He turned his head to look in the direction of her finger, then turned back to look at Shen Wuyou, and screamed in disbelief -
"Demon Lord! This is the dignified Demon Lord who is invincible and can destroy an entire clan by himself! How could anyone in the world seriously injure him?!"
It maintained a look of extreme shock, flapping its short, white legs rapidly. It was so excited that it nearly slipped off the rock and fell flat on its face several times.
"Oh my... this... isn't easy... this pulse... this complexion... this body... wait! Hmm???"
"What's wrong?!"
Looking at Luobutou's suddenly confused expression and stagnant movements, Shen Wuyou spoke anxiously.
Carrot Head also withdrew his hand awkwardly, with a horrified look on his face, and said in a trembling voice:
"Wait a minute... I, I must have seen it wrong... Let me try again, try again..."
As it spoke, it carefully stretched out its white and tender little hand again, and placed it tremblingly on Bhagavan's pulse, then closed its eyes and concentrated. The unprecedented seriousness in its expression made Shen Wuyou feel a little uneasy.
As expected, five minutes later, Carrot Head's eyes suddenly widened, and he trembled as he retracted his little hand. Even his legs and feet were weak and swayed back and forth for a few times. He turned his head to look at Shen Wuyou with tears in his eyes, and said in a pitiful voice:
"Are we...going to die..."
"What are you talking about? How is the Demon Lord?"
"He...he...his cultivation..." Turnip Head said it with some difficulty, but under Shenwu Youwu's curious and urging gaze, it still spoke it out in full -
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