"Li'er!" Mo Xian saw the blood dripping from the corner of Su Li's mouth, but he couldn't help her... because if he withdrew his spiritual power at this time, Su Li would definitely be hurt even more, so he could only watch her expression helplessly. It became paler and paler, as if the vitality of the whole person was slowly disappearing.
He suddenly remembered the situation ten years ago. He hid in the cabinet and watched those people in Taoist robes wield their swords and killed all his relatives.
His parents, his older brother, and his newborn sister.
That day, blood was pouring into the sky, but he could only watch his relatives die, but he had no way to save them.
He hid in the cabinet for a full ten days. Those people seemed to have been searching for something, but they didn't find him for some reason. Later, the corpses of relatives gradually rotted and smelled, and flies and insects flew around in groups...
Those people couldn't find him after all, and the moment the little Moxian climbed out of the cabinet, he smelled a rancid stench soaring to the sky. He looked suspiciously at the cabinet where he was hiding, only to realize that he had not eaten, drank or slept for ten days and ten nights...
He finally realized something.
Before leaving, he set fire to the whole Zhuangzi.
With his back to the firelight, he dragged the cabinet away step by step...
He can still remember all the details of that day.
His father had his legs cut off, and a sword pierced his heart.
The mother was strangled to death with a belt.
My brother lost his limbs.
His lovely sister got scratched all over her face...
Then, there was Su Li, whose face was pale as if she would die in a second...
Mo Xian only felt a cold fire burning in his heart, and the fire was so cold that he almost trembled. He gritted his teeth and tried his best to hold back this hopeless feeling, and once again lost his spiritual power to Su Li with all his strength.
Finally, Zhentianyu fell down, and Seraph King was also seriously injured, and the raging evil spirit in the air slowly settled down.
Su Li's hands softened, and she fell down.
Mo Xian originally wanted to catch her, but Su Li abruptly turned around and let herself fall into Leng Lingxian's arms.
Leng Lingxian hugged Su Li, who had passed out, with a dazed look on her face. She obviously saw Su Li's last turn around.
Mo Xian's face darkened, but he only said: "Little uncle's spiritual power is exhausted, and he needs to find a place to cultivate."
Leng Lingxian nodded, "Where does the senior brother think is suitable? There should be no other monsters here, or find a flat place for the junior uncle to rest."
"Well, it's safe here for the time being, but don't take it lightly." Mo Xian took out a elixir and fed it to Su Li, "Wait until she wakes up."
At this moment, Su Li felt that she was surrounded by a mass of warm light, warm and comfortable, just like sleeping in a quilt full of sunshine in winter, she didn't want to wake up at all.
[Host, don't sleep! ] 2333 suddenly broke into Su Li's sea of consciousness, and then roared loudly.
Su Li shuddered, her entire consciousness became clear.
Then Leng Lingxian saw Su Li's eyelashes trembling slightly while lying on the haystack, and after a while, his eyes slowly opened.
"Little uncle?" Leng Lingxian called out to her.
The disciples of the Cangqiong Sect who heard the movement also came over, "Young Master Uncle woke up?"
"Li'er, you're finally awake." Mo Xian also heaved a sigh of relief.
She slept for a whole day, and it was already the afternoon of the second day, and Mo Xian would not know what to do if she didn't wake up again.
Su Li sat up and looked at the crowd blankly, "Where is this place? This is not the Cangqiong sect!"
(end of this chapter)