Chapter 114: The Senior Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord 3
[What the hell is this?!] Mingnan screamed in his heart.
205 also trembled a bit, and said tremblingly: [Host, please let go! 】
Mingnan sneered, "What are you afraid of? A true warrior must have the courage to face his fear!"
205: [What was your name just now? ! ]
Mingnan: [Just teasing you, to lighten the mood.]
205: [……]
It just doesn’t have a middle finger, otherwise it would have two vertical ones!
Mingnan not only did not let go, but also looked forward in the direction of the hair and found a faint hint of red behind the protruding rock of Lingtan.
She raised her chin and swam forward, going around the big rock. Sure enough, she saw a man in red floating on the water.
Mingnan hurried over, grabbed the man by the waist, and rowed towards the shore together.
“Blah——”
She held the man's arms and lifted him out of the water onto the shore. She leaned over and brushed the messy hair off his face, and couldn't help but sigh, "What a handsome man!"
The man had long dark eyebrows, slightly upturned eyes, a high nose bridge, and although his lips were pale, they were very handsome in shape.
If he wakes up, I wonder how handsome he will be.
She put her two fingers together and placed them under the man's nose, and he was still breathing!
She quickly helped the man sit up and slapped him from behind.
"puff--"
The man spat out a large mouthful of water and fell down again as if his bones had been pulled out. Mingnan quickly supported him and patted his face gently, "Wake up, hey——"
The man didn't react.
Mingnan frowned, grabbed his wrist and was about to take his pulse, but suddenly remembered something, switched to his right hand, turned over his palm and saw that there was indeed a small red mole on his middle finger.
Will he come to her like this in every life?
Mingnan was very excited but he did not show it on his face and examined him seriously.
After a moment, he exclaimed in surprise.
205: [What happened? Is there no hope?]
Mingnan shook his head, [I can’t cure it.]
205: [You can’t save me even though you have such high cultivation level? ]
[He is a demon cultivator.]
205: […It is indeed incurable.]
In this world, cultivating immortals, demons, or monsters is each person's own choice. There is no good or bad distinction, only different methods and ways of practicing.
It's just that the demon cultivators and the devil cultivators act recklessly and arbitrarily, and they will take revenge for any slight, so people are jealous of them. Over time, they naturally separated from the immortal cultivators. The three parties can't stand each other, and they are like water and fire, and they don't communicate with each other, and their cultivation systems are becoming more and more different.
Therefore, the methods of cultivating immortals are useless against those cultivating demons. If you rashly use spiritual power for treatment, it may even damage the opponent's foundation.
Mingnan thought about it and looked up at the surrounding environment.
This spiritual pond is very helpful for her healing, and she needs to stay here for a while, but he is obviously not suitable here, so she has to find a place for him to stay.
Half an hour later, Mingnan found a natural cave. There was a different world inside. It was quite spacious and could shelter from wind and rain.
Mingnan took out a glass couch from his storage ring and placed it against the mountain wall, then put two layers of mattresses on it and put the person on it.
205 marveled: [How come the original owner's storage ring has everything? ]
Mingnan had used his spiritual power to dry his body on the way here. At this moment, he took off his coat without changing his expression, picked up the quilt and covered him with it, tucking in the corners of the quilt.
Then he replied: [The original owner is the eldest senior sister. When she is out, she has to take care of the junior brothers and sisters. For convenience, she put a bed and a couch in the storage ring, and also prepared a lot of quilts and daily necessities. ]
This storage ring was made by the original owner herself using materials. It was not given by Ji Wuqing, so she did not return it. Unexpectedly, it would come in handy.
Mingnan touched the plain silver ring and sighed.
She probed deeper and saw, in addition to women's clothes, a lot of brand new men's robes, which she thought were prepared for her fellow apprentices.
As the eldest senior sister, the original owner was indeed a bit strict with her junior brothers and sisters, but she set higher standards for herself. She was already very good to them. Unfortunately, they could only see her harshness and not her good side.
"It's not worth it, it's not worth it."
Mingnan shook her head, glanced at the unconscious person on the couch, turned and left, raised her hand and set up a barrier at the entrance of the cave to prevent anyone or a spirit beast from breaking in when she was away.
After making sure there was no problem, she turned back to Lingtan, found a good place to sit, and began to heal her wounds.
A barrier spread out around her, forming a giant bubble that enveloped her, and this time her clothes didn't get wet at all.
She sat cross-legged at the bottom of the pool with her eyes closed. An endless stream of spiritual energy surged toward her, passing through the bubbles and sinking into her body.
Mingnan quickly entered a state of ecstasy.
…
"Hu——" Mingnan came out of the water, exhaled a breath of foul air, moved his neck and arms, and felt a lot more relaxed.
She had been badly injured in the secret realm, and when she came back to be treated by Ji Wuqing, she was slapped by him again, making her internal injuries even more serious. Mingnan estimated that at the current speed, she would need to recuperate here for ten days to fully recover.
Thinking about it this way, the slap I gave Ji Wuqing was still too light. I have to find an opportunity to beat him up again next time.
She walked slowly back to the cave in the moonlight, and when she passed through the barrier, she saw that the couch was still the same as when she left, without any movement.
"Not awake yet?"
Mingnan frowned, sat down beside the couch and took the man's pulse again, and was immediately shocked.
The evil energy in the man's body was running rampant, with a tendency to get out of control.
It is true that practicing magic is more likely to lead to obsession and loss of self-awareness, and then one will become an evil puppet that only knows how to kill.
The situation was critical at the moment, and she could not care about the difference between cultivating immortals and cultivating demons, so she could only try her best.
She took off her shoes and coat, sat on the couch behind the man, put her hands on his back, and slowly injected a stream of pure spiritual power, which flowed along his meridians bit by bit.
When she encountered out-of-control demonic energy, she would use her spiritual power as bait to lead the demonic energy elsewhere.
This is easier said than done, but she needs to be extremely focused and not slack off at all. Otherwise, not only will the person not be saved, but she will also be attacked by the evil spirit, and all her years of cultivation will be destroyed in an instant.
After a while, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
After half an hour of such guidance, the evil spirit in his body was finally calmed down. Mingnan relaxed his mind, his hands immediately dropped down, and he lay down on the couch like a boneless person, breathing rapidly and heavily, his face as pale as paper.
The energy and spirit that I had finally regained were gone again.
205 puzzled, [Host, it's just a chance encounter, is it worth it for you to do this? ]
Mingnan lay weakly on the couch, her eyelids heavy and clenching. She used her last bit of strength to glance at the sleeping face of the person next to her and whispered, "It's worth it."
As soon as she finished speaking, she fainted and lost consciousness.
She didn't see that the man's fingers in front of him moved and his eyeballs under his eyelids trembled.