Fuyue Daozun, holding Wei Qinghe, swiftly flew on his sword. He had already removed the Spirit Binding Lock, and warm blood stained it, flowing down between his fingers.
"Qinghe, don't be afraid, I'll find someone right away..."
Before Daoist Fuyue could finish speaking, the girl's weak voice was as pure as water.
"Enter the space."
Fuyue Daozun reached for the fiery bracelet with one hand, and with a thought from Wei Qinghe, the two entered the space.
The missing spiritual energy seemed to be instantly restored at that moment.
"Owner……"
Little White lay weakly on the ground, with a deep, bloody gash on its abdomen, its flesh turned inside out and its bones exposed.
Although it is a sacred beast and not very old, its cultivation level is increasing at the same time as Wei Qinghe's.
Dan Lingze's contracted beast is the ferocious eight-clawed fire dragon, which belongs to the demon dragon category.
The eight-clawed fire dragon was much older and its cultivation level was higher than Xiaobai's, while Shan Lingze's cultivation level was higher than Wei Qinghe's, which led to both the human and the beast being injured.
Wei Qinghe weakly took out a bottle of pills and gave it to Xiaobai, "Eat it quickly."
Only then did Daoist Fuyue realize that the space had advanced in such a short time and space, and had become much larger.
He didn't give Wei Qinghe a chance to speak, and directly carried her away, disappearing from the spot.
The water flows gently, and the fruits are plentiful.
What was once just a small puddle has now become a small pool filled with spiritual spring water.
Fuyue Daozun carefully placed Wei Qinghe on the grass, his handsome face flushed slightly, his expression tense.
"Qinghe, I'm sorry, I offended you. Don't worry, I will take responsibility."
Wei Qinghe was still weak. She knew what Fuyue Daozun meant and was about to say no, but Fuyue Daozun had already raised his hand and awkwardly and tremblingly took off her clothes.
Although she felt that she didn't need to take responsibility for healing, it was the first time she had been exposed to a man like this, and her pale face instantly flushed red.
Wei Qinghe had several wounds from her battle with Shan Lingze, but they weren't very deep or serious.
However, the sword strike from the sneak attack by Liuli Zhenjun pierced through his body.
If he hadn't been bound by the Spirit-Binding Lock, the Glazed True Lord would never have succeeded.
The magnetic voice became even hoarse, "It might hurt a little, just bear with it..."
The girl's fair skin was exposed, and the faint floral fragrance seemed to have intensified.
In everyone's eyes, Fuyue Daozun is a being whose eyes and heart are only for swords and the way of swords.
But no one knew that he was actually a normal man.
He was only eight years older than Wei Qinghe, so they grew up together and he watched Wei Qinghe grow up.
He always held this girl, who was different from him, in his heart.
He even went to Lingzong with all his savings many years ago and proposed marriage to Wei Qinghe's grandfather.
However, at that time, the Demonic Sect was in turmoil, and Wei Qinghe's grandfather did not have time to arrange the marriage, but he did accept the gifts.
Later, Wei Qinghe was forced by Old Madam Wei to marry Dai Xingyu, who did not know how to cherish her, by threatening suicide.
During the five years he couldn't find Wei Qinghe, he often thought that Wei Qinghe didn't like him, or even hated him, so she was avoiding him.
Fortunately, his little girl came back not long ago.
His little girl probably doesn't dislike him.
"I'm not so afraid of pain anymore." Wei Qinghe gritted her teeth.
When she was little, she would scream loudly every time she sparred with Daoist Fuyue and got hurt.
However, as Fuyue Daozun spent more and more time in the secret realm, she also got injured more and more often when she went out with the Grand Elder to learn and train. The Grand Elder did not take care of her and cherish her as much as Fuyue Daozun did.
It's true that the Grand Elder cares for her, but sword cultivators have to get used to this kind of life.
The gruesome wound was so shocking on Wei Qinghe's fair skin. Daoist Fuyue gently applied medicine to her.
Although Wei Qinghe was a sword cultivator, she was genuinely afraid of pain, and she let out a muffled groan.
Fuyue Daozun seemed a little at a loss, and was afraid that Wei Qinghe would misunderstand something. "Just bear with it a little longer. You've already taken the pill."
After quickly treating the wound in front of him, he went behind Wei Qinghe. He dared not look too much, dared not look randomly, but he could not help but look.
"Thank you for your hard work." Wei Qinghe knew that Daoist Fuyue was also embarrassed.
Seeing Wei Qinghe's back covered in blood, Daoist Fuyue felt even more heartbroken.
He could turn a blind eye to Dai Xingyu and Liuli's affairs, but this time Liuli dared to lay a hand on Wei Qinghe, and he would not stand idly by.
After treating the wound, I nourished it with spiritual energy.
A moment later, he involuntarily kissed the wound on Wei Qinghe's back.
In that instant, he immediately realized his recklessness and offense, and quickly stepped back to create distance.
But the sensation of that moment made him unable to stop thinking about it.
Wei Qinghe only felt a soft touch against her and didn't think much of it.
With the combined use of top-grade elixirs and her homemade wound medicine, her condition has improved significantly.
"Why don't you change your clothes first?"
Fuyue Daozun took out a set of light purple clothes from his Qiankun bag and handed them to Wei Qinghe with his back to her.
"I obtained this by chance."
Wei Qinghe didn't ask any more questions and quickly got dressed.
"Daoist Fuyue, the space has been upgraded, and the spiritual veins have also expanded."
As the Daoist Fuyue turned around, a beautiful young woman with a charming smile came into view.
A glance that lasts a lifetime—that's probably what it means.
This outfit suited Wei Qinghe perfectly, as if it were tailor-made for her.
This robe is clearly much better than the Lingzong disciple's robe. If Wei Qinghe hadn't been wearing that robe today, she would probably have been injured even more severely.
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