Chapter 123: The Master Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord



Chapter 123: The Master Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord

Without saying a word, Mingnan used his spiritual power as a blade to cut his finger, and bright red blood immediately flowed out.

With her other hand, she pinched Wei Zhuyun's chin, asked him to turn around, open his mouth, and squeezed the blood bead into his mouth.

205 screamed, [Why are you feeding him your own blood? ]

Mingnan said in a deep voice: [His skills are extremely cold and yin. Once it gets out of control, it must be suppressed by something extremely yang and intense. But except for my blood, nothing else has this effect.]

She has the spiritual root of thunder, with pure spiritual power and abundant yang energy. After undergoing a transformation, her blood is naturally the most yang and fiercest.

205 suddenly realized: [Is this little bit of blood enough? ]

[I don't know, let's see the effect first.] Mingnan squeezed three drops of blood in, Wei Zhuyun frowned, and struggled weakly.

Mingnan pulled the quilt over him and covered him, but that was not enough, so he took out another quilt from his storage ring and wrapped him in it.

Wei Zhuyun lay on the bed like a cocoon, his eyes tightly closed, his eyeballs trembling from time to time, and one or two groans of pain escaped from his mouth.

Mingnan frowned when he saw this. Does her blood have no effect?

Just as he was thinking, the frost on Wei Zhuyun's face faded a little, revealing his pale skin and lips of almost the same color.

Mingnan was delighted, "It works!"

She checked Wei Zhuyun's pulse again, and the spiritual power was finally able to enter a little. But after seeing the situation inside Wei Zhuyun's body, she couldn't help but gasp!

This is not a human body, this is a snowy forest? !

Which good person's meridians are covered with a thin layer of ice?

But at first glance it looks quite dreamy.

The evil spirit was forced into a corner, where it struggled to fight against the cold air, and it was difficult to tell who would win.

Mingnan couldn't use her spiritual power to help. After thinking it over, she helped Wei Zhuyun up and let her lean on her arms. However, as soon as she leaned on her, her clothes became cold and she felt like she was hugging a large piece of thousand-year-old ice.

205 looks cold.

The frost quickly spread to Mingnan's clothes. Mingnan gritted his teeth and cut his palm, covering Wei Zhuyun's lips, letting the warm blood flow into his mouth and throat.

The other hand held his wrist and monitored his internal condition at all times.

Wei Zhuyun seemed to have regained some consciousness. His lips moved and he began to actively suck the blood from her palm.

The subtle swallowing sound was particularly clear in the darkness.

Mingnan lowered her eyes and looked at his face. The frost stopped spreading. It was obvious that her blood had taken effect and stabilized the coldness in his body.

Suddenly, thunder exploded outside the cave, followed by dense raindrops falling, rustling among the grass and trees.

Purple lightning penetrated the sky and the earth, even the cave was illuminated for a moment. Mingnan clearly saw the frost on Wei Zhuyun's face begin to fade away.

Her eyes lit up, and she clenched her palms tightly, squeezing out some blood.

A drop of blood fell on Wei Zhuyun's lips and slid down the corner of his lips. Mingnan reached out to wipe it off, but was caught off guard and met Wei Zhuyun's dark eyes.

Mingnan paused and asked softly, "Are you awake?"

Wei Zhuyun said nothing and his eyelids slowly closed.

Awake, but not fully awake.

Mingnan laughed, gently wiped away the drop of blood with his thumb, and pressed it on his lips.

Wei Zhuyun's Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed the blood, and licked his lips subconsciously.

The previously pale lips now had a bit more redness, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, breathtakingly beautiful.

Mingnan stared at it for a moment, and suddenly felt his body slowly warming up.

She quickly gathered her mind and felt his pulse, and sure enough, she saw that the "ice tree" in his body had melted, and the demonic energy surged, beginning to flow through his meridians, and the ice melted faster and faster.

The cold air has been suppressed and can no longer cause any waves.

Mingnan withdrew his hand and wiped his palm. With a flash of purple light, the wound healed, leaving only a little blood stain.

She wiped it with a towel and was about to put the person in her arms back on the couch.

Wei Zhuyun suddenly wrapped his arms around her wrist.

Mingnan didn't move, waiting for his next words.

He didn't close his eyes, just leaned in her arms and asked hoarsely: "Why did you save me?"

"Which time do you mean?"

Wei Zhuyun curled his lips slightly, but did not answer, "The immortals and the demons have always been in opposition. Aren't you afraid that I have other intentions in staying with you?"

"You pursue your goal, I pursue mine, we each rely on our own abilities." Mingnan changed a handkerchief and wiped the blood from his lips, his expression normal, "Besides, cultivating immortals and cultivating demons are just different ways of cultivation, there is no high or low, as long as you don't harm others, there is nothing to be opposed to."

Wei Zhuyun finally opened his eyes.

He looked up at Mingnan. The light from the Moon Spirit Pearl shone from the side, making Mingnan's face as white as jade and his eyes as clear as autumn water.

The water is crystal clear, without any trace of haze.

Just like her, frank and casual.

After a while, he shook his head and released her wrist, then he lay back on the couch, pressed his chest, and said softly, "You are such a weirdo."

Mingnan put away the handkerchief and stood up slowly. "Maybe I am a weirdo in the eyes of the world, but how do I know that in my eyes, they are not weirdos?"

Wei Zhuyun suddenly understood and chuckled, "That's exactly right."

"Take good care of your breathing. Call me if you need anything."

Mingnan returned to his couch.

Outside the cave, there was a heavy storm, lightning and thunder, and the whole world was in chaos.

But the years in the cave were peaceful and tranquil.

After an unknown amount of time, Mingnan began to feel a little sleepy. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he heard Wei Zhuyun's low voice coming from the opposite side.

"Mingnan."

"Um?"

Mingnan cheered himself up and replied.

"Call my name again."

What kind of weird request is this?

Mingnan didn't understand, but he listened.

She said gently, "Yun Zhu."

"Call me again."

"Cloud chasing."

"Call again."

"……Fool."

205: [Actually you want to say crazy, right?]

Mingnan: [I was afraid he wouldn’t understand and would think I was praising his spirit.]

205: [As expected of you:)]

This time, before Wei Zhuyun could speak, Mingnan said, "I am a human, not a parrot. Do you have a habit of hearing people call your name?"

Wei Zhuyun let out two happy chuckles and said softly, "Go to sleep. I won't bother you anymore."

Mingnan snorted and turned his back to the screen.

Wei Zhuyun looked at the ceiling of the cave, put his hand on his chest, felt his rapidly beating heart in his chest, and slowly closed his eyes.

It's not that he has a habit of hearing other people calling his name, he just suddenly found Mingnan's voice very nice.

He felt very comfortable listening to her talk.

That night, he fell asleep peacefully with the sound of rain as his pillow.

From then on, Mingnan discovered that Wei Zhuyun had developed a new habit. He liked to tease her and talk to her whenever he had the chance, and he would agree with her even if she was talking nonsense.

Mingnan could no longer bear it, so he came out of the Lingtan Pond and took advantage of Wei Zhuyun's inattention on the big rock to scoop up a handful of water and splash it on him.

Wei Zhuyun immediately became a chicken in the soup.

He wiped his face and looked at Mingnan in silence.

Mingnan raised his eyebrows. "Let's make a deal. When we pass through the town later, I'll buy you a parrot. How about that? It's definitely more lively and talkative than me."

Wei Zhuyun pretended to think, and said, "If the parrot's voice is the same as yours, you can buy one."

Mingnan: “???”


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