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Chapter 18 Qing Leng Xianzun kills the demon lover (18)
The cave was cold and damp, and there were sounds of snakes and rats scurrying from time to time, but Yan Qingning no longer had time to care whether the environment was bad.
He covered the still bleeding wound on his abdomen and supported his body with his sword. His brows were furrowed and his lips turned pale.
[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Master, why are you injured so badly? ] Xiaobai's crying voice echoed in Yan Qingning's mind, with strong penetrating power: [I'll give you permission, let's go to the next world, okay?Let’s not do this task, okay? 】
Yan Qingning closed her eyes and pressed her fingertips impatiently to her aching temple: [Xiaobai, haven't you figured out the situation yet? 】
[You should be crying at the mission target, why are you howling at me? 】
[But...but the host was seriously injured...] Xiaobai's voice was still pitiful.
[I'm fine. 】
Excessive blood loss made Yan Qingning's head feel dizzy, and his vision even turned black from time to time.
The fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat again. Yan Qingning tilted his head and vomited blood with minced meat from his mouth.
He raised his hand to wipe away the sticky blood on his lips, slowly moved to the wall, and leaned against the wall as if exhausted, breathing heavily.
When he was fighting against the monster, his sternum was broken by the monster, and the broken bone spurs penetrated into his lungs, causing him great pain even when he breathed.
Yan Qingning threw a life-extending pill into his mouth and barely managed to hang on. Then he closed his eyes and mobilized the weak demonic energy left in his body to simply repair the horrific wounds on his body.
In the darkness, the venomous snake spitting out its seeds slowly crawled over. However, just as it was about to approach Yan Qingning, the snake's body was suddenly split into two pieces by a strong spiritual power. It made a final struggle in vain on the ground until it was completely dead. To generate interest.
Jiang Zhuoan stood in front of Yan Qingning, twisting two broken jade stones between his fingertips. Looking at Yan Qingning who was covered in blood, his heart felt inexplicably filled with strands of pain.
He almost subconsciously reached out to touch Yan Qingning, but he didn't know what the use of his hypocritical behavior was.
Yan Qingning didn't react at all to this. He still leaned against the wall to regulate his breathing, murmuring over and over in a low voice: "Master... Master... I feel so much pain..."
Jiang Zhuo'an retracted his hand as if it was burned, and dropped it weakly. There were so many things he wanted to say, and he didn't know where to start.
He wanted to tell Yan Qingning that he had left Tianshu Sect and could do whatever he wanted.
He also wanted to tell Yan Qingning that he no longer regarded demons as evil beings.
What he wants to tell Yan Qingning most is that he loves him...
But in the end, he didn't say anything. He just stood there blankly, looking down at the seriously injured Yan Qingning.
He was cultivating spiritual power, and there was no way to relieve Yan Qingning's pain, it would only make it worse...
Jiang Zhuo'an clenched his hands, and dark and extreme thoughts gradually emerged.
If... I cultivate demonic energy, can I save him?
-
The next morning.
The weak sunlight passed through the layers of leaves and fell on the embarrassed young man leaning against the wall.
He held his chest, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of dark-colored blood.
The black clothes were soaked with blood, and the blood and sweat mixed together and stuck to Yan Qingning's body, making him frown.
"I have to find a place to wash up as soon as possible, so as not to be seen by the master... I will be disliked!" He muttered in a low voice, his words full of disappointment: "But... the master doesn't like me at all... ...You should probably leave me alone..."
Immortal cultivators have keen senses, and can even distinguish ordinary wind noises clearly, not to mention Yan Qingning's completely undisguised murmur.
Jiang Zhuoan didn't know when the nails pierced his palm. He just watched Yan Qingning stumbled up with the magic sword in a masochistic manner, without even having the courage to help him.
Immortals and demons stand side by side, and different ways do not work together...
This is what Yan Qingning once said to him, but now it has become a shackles that makes him timid.
There was a pool of water near the cave, and Yan Qingning dragged his seriously injured body around, with dazzling blood stains on every step.
Jiang Zhuo'an roughly guessed where he was going, hid his figure, and arrived before Yan Qingning moved to the pond, using his spiritual power to warm the cold pond water.
There was nothing his spiritual body could do for Yan Qingning, he could only do some daily chores.
Jiang Zhuoan's eyes dimmed, and he looked helplessly at the spiritual power rising from his fingertips.
Yan Qingning almost crawled to the edge of the pool. The gravel cut his wound again, and the winding blood stains were almost consistent with his previous serious injury.
The water in the pool was just right, not as cold as he first thought.
Yan Qingning opened his eyes in confusion and looked around, only to see a patch of warm sunshine.
"Maybe...it's warmed by the sun!"
He whispered softly, as if he was speaking to someone specifically.
Jiang Zhuoan hid his figure behind a tree and tried to avoid his visit.
He doesn't plan to see Yan Qingning yet...
At least he hasn't planned to yet...
While he was thinking this, the demon amulet around his neck suddenly became hot, as if trying to remind him of something.
Jiang Zhuoan turned his head and looked over. Yan Qingning was no longer in the pool.
Sudden panic rushed into his heart very quickly. He tightened his grip on the amulet around his neck and used his spiritual power to sense Yan Qingning's position.
...at the bottom of the pond!
Jiang Zhuo'an's pupils shrank suddenly, and without any hesitation he plunged into the pool and swam towards the place where the smell of blood was strong.
Yan Qingning's whole body was immersed in the water, the unhealed wounds on his abdomen were exuding the smell of blood, and his lips were so pale that there was no blood.
Jiang Zhuo'an stepped forward and held him in his arms, his eyes hurting from the pool of water and blood.
He almost whispered with a trembling voice: "Ah... Aning..."
Someone suddenly grabbed his arm, and the young man who had been leaning in his arms suddenly turned over and pressed him against the edge of the pool, with a frivolous voice.
"Master, I caught you."
He covered the still bleeding wound on his abdomen and supported his body with his sword. His brows were furrowed and his lips turned pale.
[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...Master, why are you injured so badly? ] Xiaobai's crying voice echoed in Yan Qingning's mind, with strong penetrating power: [I'll give you permission, let's go to the next world, okay?Let’s not do this task, okay? 】
Yan Qingning closed her eyes and pressed her fingertips impatiently to her aching temple: [Xiaobai, haven't you figured out the situation yet? 】
[You should be crying at the mission target, why are you howling at me? 】
[But...but the host was seriously injured...] Xiaobai's voice was still pitiful.
[I'm fine. 】
Excessive blood loss made Yan Qingning's head feel dizzy, and his vision even turned black from time to time.
The fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat again. Yan Qingning tilted his head and vomited blood with minced meat from his mouth.
He raised his hand to wipe away the sticky blood on his lips, slowly moved to the wall, and leaned against the wall as if exhausted, breathing heavily.
When he was fighting against the monster, his sternum was broken by the monster, and the broken bone spurs penetrated into his lungs, causing him great pain even when he breathed.
Yan Qingning threw a life-extending pill into his mouth and barely managed to hang on. Then he closed his eyes and mobilized the weak demonic energy left in his body to simply repair the horrific wounds on his body.
In the darkness, the venomous snake spitting out its seeds slowly crawled over. However, just as it was about to approach Yan Qingning, the snake's body was suddenly split into two pieces by a strong spiritual power. It made a final struggle in vain on the ground until it was completely dead. To generate interest.
Jiang Zhuoan stood in front of Yan Qingning, twisting two broken jade stones between his fingertips. Looking at Yan Qingning who was covered in blood, his heart felt inexplicably filled with strands of pain.
He almost subconsciously reached out to touch Yan Qingning, but he didn't know what the use of his hypocritical behavior was.
Yan Qingning didn't react at all to this. He still leaned against the wall to regulate his breathing, murmuring over and over in a low voice: "Master... Master... I feel so much pain..."
Jiang Zhuo'an retracted his hand as if it was burned, and dropped it weakly. There were so many things he wanted to say, and he didn't know where to start.
He wanted to tell Yan Qingning that he had left Tianshu Sect and could do whatever he wanted.
He also wanted to tell Yan Qingning that he no longer regarded demons as evil beings.
What he wants to tell Yan Qingning most is that he loves him...
But in the end, he didn't say anything. He just stood there blankly, looking down at the seriously injured Yan Qingning.
He was cultivating spiritual power, and there was no way to relieve Yan Qingning's pain, it would only make it worse...
Jiang Zhuo'an clenched his hands, and dark and extreme thoughts gradually emerged.
If... I cultivate demonic energy, can I save him?
-
The next morning.
The weak sunlight passed through the layers of leaves and fell on the embarrassed young man leaning against the wall.
He held his chest, tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of dark-colored blood.
The black clothes were soaked with blood, and the blood and sweat mixed together and stuck to Yan Qingning's body, making him frown.
"I have to find a place to wash up as soon as possible, so as not to be seen by the master... I will be disliked!" He muttered in a low voice, his words full of disappointment: "But... the master doesn't like me at all... ...You should probably leave me alone..."
Immortal cultivators have keen senses, and can even distinguish ordinary wind noises clearly, not to mention Yan Qingning's completely undisguised murmur.
Jiang Zhuoan didn't know when the nails pierced his palm. He just watched Yan Qingning stumbled up with the magic sword in a masochistic manner, without even having the courage to help him.
Immortals and demons stand side by side, and different ways do not work together...
This is what Yan Qingning once said to him, but now it has become a shackles that makes him timid.
There was a pool of water near the cave, and Yan Qingning dragged his seriously injured body around, with dazzling blood stains on every step.
Jiang Zhuo'an roughly guessed where he was going, hid his figure, and arrived before Yan Qingning moved to the pond, using his spiritual power to warm the cold pond water.
There was nothing his spiritual body could do for Yan Qingning, he could only do some daily chores.
Jiang Zhuoan's eyes dimmed, and he looked helplessly at the spiritual power rising from his fingertips.
Yan Qingning almost crawled to the edge of the pool. The gravel cut his wound again, and the winding blood stains were almost consistent with his previous serious injury.
The water in the pool was just right, not as cold as he first thought.
Yan Qingning opened his eyes in confusion and looked around, only to see a patch of warm sunshine.
"Maybe...it's warmed by the sun!"
He whispered softly, as if he was speaking to someone specifically.
Jiang Zhuoan hid his figure behind a tree and tried to avoid his visit.
He doesn't plan to see Yan Qingning yet...
At least he hasn't planned to yet...
While he was thinking this, the demon amulet around his neck suddenly became hot, as if trying to remind him of something.
Jiang Zhuoan turned his head and looked over. Yan Qingning was no longer in the pool.
Sudden panic rushed into his heart very quickly. He tightened his grip on the amulet around his neck and used his spiritual power to sense Yan Qingning's position.
...at the bottom of the pond!
Jiang Zhuo'an's pupils shrank suddenly, and without any hesitation he plunged into the pool and swam towards the place where the smell of blood was strong.
Yan Qingning's whole body was immersed in the water, the unhealed wounds on his abdomen were exuding the smell of blood, and his lips were so pale that there was no blood.
Jiang Zhuo'an stepped forward and held him in his arms, his eyes hurting from the pool of water and blood.
He almost whispered with a trembling voice: "Ah... Aning..."
Someone suddenly grabbed his arm, and the young man who had been leaning in his arms suddenly turned over and pressed him against the edge of the pool, with a frivolous voice.
"Master, I caught you."
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