Chapter 267 The Thief's Intentions Resurface
Song Hui and Ye Lingling's spiritual swords were stained with blood, probably because they had fought with the evil cultivators outside.
They looked at each other without saying anything. Ye Lingling and Song Hui stepped forward to help.
Gu An helped Nan Xiao help Lu Huai to sit down in a safe corner.
He said, "I'll go help too, just be careful."
Nan Xiao nodded, her attention now all on Lu Huai.
The boy's breath was weak, and she was a little worried.
He held Lu Huai's wrist, checked his physical condition, and frowned slightly.
Another spiritual power overdraft.
Several images flashed through her mind, and Nan Xiao paused, wondering if she had missed something...
Her hand holding the pill paused and she put the Soul-Replenishing Pill back. His spiritual power was severely overdrawn and the pill could not provide any relief.
Nan Xiao replaced the pill with the Ruby Spirit Fruit. He definitely couldn't eat it in his unconscious state.
He found a clean container from the storage ring, crushed the ruby fruit into juice, pinched Lu Huai's cheeks with his hands, forced him to open his mouth, and then poured the ruby fruit juice directly into his mouth.
After confirming that his body was slowly recovering, her heart was slightly relieved.
Nan Xiao didn't know when Lu Huai would wake up, and it was dangerous here, so she stayed by his side, but her eyes were always on Ye Wumian and the others.
Ye Wumian was struck by a sword in the shoulder, leaving a shocking scarlet hole. Blood gushed out, staining a large area of his clothes. However, the injury did not hinder him in the slightest. Not only did his movements not slow down at all, but his attacks became more fierce and intensified as the fight continued.
The old man was beaten back repeatedly. Ever since he had fought the young man, he had been filled with regret. He should not have underestimated these young people, let alone provoked them. And the death of his companion made his regrets burst out completely.
But now he couldn't run away even if he wanted to.
Because he wanted to retreat, the old man was no match for Ye Wumian. In the end, Ye Wumian picked up the sword and killed him.
Su Xun had the help of Song Hui and others, and the situation was one-sided.
Nan Xiao's hand was always on Lu Huai's wrist, a warm big hand wrapped around her palm. Nan Xiao withdrew her gaze and looked over subconsciously.
Lu Huai had woken up at some point, and his deep eyes were staring at her.
"Now that I'm awake, I can eat the flesh as well. It's all the essence, it's shameful to waste it."
Nan Xiao brought the container of spiritual fruit pulp to Lu Huai and looked at him with sparkling eyes.
This Red Jade Spiritual Fruit was indeed as effective as the book said. Lu Huai had previously overdrawn his spiritual energy several times, and each time he had to lie down for about a month before recovering. But this time, he woke up in less than half an incense stick of time.
It is indeed a spiritual fruit, so it must not be wasted.
Nan Xiao pushed the container towards his mouth again.
Lu Huai: “…”
Lu Huai stared at the fruit flesh with a slight flicker in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Nan Xiao urged: "Why are you standing there? Do you want to feed me all this?"
Lu Huai was silent, wanting to say something but stopping himself. In the end, he said nothing and swallowed the fruit in a few bites.
Nan Xiao was satisfied to see that he had finished eating. He was about to pull his hand back to check on Ye Wumian, but this brat held on tightly.
I tried several times, but all ended in failure.
She said helplessly: "Third Senior Brother is injured. I will go to check on him and will be back soon."
Lu Huai lowered his head, loosened his hands, lowered his eyes, and just responded softly. He looked like an abandoned puppy, so pitiful.
Nan Xiao: “…”
This damn guilt.
As soon as she stood up, Ye Wumian came over with his injured body.
The first thing he said was to show his concern for the two of them: "Are you okay?"
The scene just now scared him a lot.
Nan Xiao helped him sit down next to Lu Huai and began to treat his wounds.
She sighed and said, "We are fine. It's you, Third Brother, who's in trouble. Look at yourself, your shoulder has been stabbed through."
"I have thick skin and flesh, so this little injury is nothing." Ye Wumian grinned, stretched out his leg and gently touched Lu Huai's leg, and asked curiously: "Junior brother, why does the move you used at the end look so familiar to me, but it doesn't seem like a move from our sect. What is that move called? Where did you learn it from?"
Nan Xiao also looked over and was stared at by two pairs of eyes. Lu Huai was as steady as an old dog.
He said in a deep voice: "I don't know, I just used it subconsciously."
Ye Wumian's eyes lit up: "I understand..."
Lu Huai turned to look at him, and seeing him smugly guessing, "It must be in Senior Yun's inheritance."
Lu Huai pursed his lips: "..."
"Third Brother is really smart."
Nan Xiao: "Third Senior Brother has packed it for you, and swallow this pill."
Ye Wumian swallowed the pill and looked at the wounds on his body, all of which were bandaged by his junior sister. He felt like a seriously ill patient and laughed, "Junior sister, the other wounds are just minor injuries. They will heal in a couple of days. There's no need to be so exaggerated."
Nan Xiao glared at him, and Ye Wumian fell silent instantly.
The main reason is that he is too entangled, and if he encounters danger again, it will affect his ability to draw his sword.
Forget it, Junior Sister is doing this for his own good, so just keep pestering her.
At this time, Su Xun and others also joined forces to kill the last old man.
A group of people gathered together.
Ye Lingling: "What should we do with these puppets?"
Su Xun: "Just like what we said before, let's blow it up."
Nan Xiao distributed the bombs in his hand to several people. The terrain here is wide, there are many puppets, and more bombs are needed.
Several people dispersed and looked for a suitable location to bury the bomb.
Nan Xiao left the two injured people to Su Xun's care and went to a corner alone.
Looking at the puppets all over the ground, Nan Xiao's evil intentions arose again.
'Little bud, little bud. '
'Xiaoxiao, I'm here.'
'Are you feeling better?'
"Yeah, I feel much better after soaking in the spiritual liquid."
"Do me a favor. I want to bring in some puppets. Please help me separate a piece of open space, away from the spiritual plants."
'OK. '
Xiaoya didn't ask any more questions.
After a while, it replied, it's done.
Nan Xiao praised it a few words, then began to secretly throw puppets into the space.
Because of the Soul-Devouring Bell, these puppets are very obedient and do not move.
Nan Xiao is not picky. No matter whether you are male or female, young or old, tall or short, fat or thin, she throws them all into the space, focusing on one and putting as many as she can fit.
She was throwing with great interest when she looked up inadvertently and saw a puppet that looked like a young girl. Its head was slightly tilted to one side, and its pair of pale white eyes, without any black in them, were staring straight at her, just looking at her quietly.
Nan Xiao's heart was pounding.
I almost peed my pants.
Normally these puppets would not move if they did not receive any orders.
She must have been dazzled.
Nan Xiao comforted himself.
She continued to catch the puppets, but this time she changed direction and deliberately avoided the girl puppet.
When the girl puppet appeared in front of Nan Xiao again, she was silent.
Not an illusion.
Nan Xiao shook the bell in an attempt to control her.
The girl puppet didn't react, but just moved her stiff neck, making a "clicking" sound, and tilted her head in a different direction.
Nan Xiao: “…………”
Damn! This is even scarier.
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