Ning Sheng stayed in the human world for three days. During these three days, he quickly adjusted his body to the best condition and worked hard to refine some magic talismans. Only then did Chu Twelve take him Return to the Demon Realm.
Chu Twelve looked at Ning Sheng in surprise: "Brother Ning has refined thirty-six talismans in just three days. He is truly worthy of being Madam's apprentice."
It is a well-known fact all over the world that it is difficult to refine magical talismans. An ordinary talisman maker can only produce one magical talisman out of a hundred spiritual talismans. You can imagine how difficult it is, but Ning Sheng can do it in just three days. Thirty-six of them were refined in one day. One can imagine how high his level of talisman making is.
Being praised by Chu Twelve, Ning Sheng felt a little embarrassed: "I only refined thirty-six magical talismans in just three days. How dare I compare with Master, who can refine hundreds of talismans in one day."
Ning Sheng's tone was full of admiration.
This is what he admires about Mu Xi. They are both Talisman Masters. No matter how flexible other Talisman Masters are, they can only refine more than ten Talisman Talisman in a day, but Mu Xi is very powerful and can even refine hundreds of Talisman Talisman Masters. .
Of course, the more advanced the runes are, the more difficult they are to refine. The runes he is currently refining are all level four runes, and more than ten runes a day is his limit.
That's why he wanted to learn the art of making talismans from his master and reach the level of his master as soon as possible.
Chu Twelve said calmly: "Madam is certainly powerful."
If you're not awesome, can you be our wife
Don't be ridiculous, okay
Chu Twelve expressed quite calmness.
"But Brother Ning may not be able to use so many magical talismans in the Demon Realm after refining them." Chu Twelve said: "No one will be rude to you in the Demon Palace."
Ning Sheng said: "This is not an attack talisman, but a cultivator. The demonic energy in the Demon Realm is too strong. With these talismans, I can stay in the Demon Realm for a few more days."
"Oh?" Chu Twelve was surprised: "After using the talisman, won't the spiritual energy dissipate?"
Ning Sheng puffed up his chest and seemed a little proud: "Master taught me to add the spirit gathering array to the magic talisman. Before, I only heard that there is a spirit gathering array above the sixth level talisman, but the master has a strong understanding. , a small spirit-gathering array is also added to the fourth-level talisman. With the spirit-gathering array, a fourth-level talisman can last for two days."
Chu Twelve praised: "Madam is really a divine person."
"Yes." Ning Sheng nodded heavily: "Master is very powerful."
Ning Sheng was worried about Xiao Moyan, so he returned to the Demon Realm on the fourth day.
After returning to the Demon Palace, Ning Sheng went straight to the Princess Palace. With such an eager look, people who didn't know better would have thought that Mo Yan was his son.
"Master Ning." Seeing Ning Sheng come back so quickly, Liujiu felt panicked and quickly stood up.
Ning Sheng walked to the princess's bedside and saw Mo Yan resting, so he asked, "Is Mo Yan sleeping?"
Sixty-Nine felt very nervous: "Well... I went to bed. I just ate and went to bed."
"How much did Mo Yan eat? Do you have a pot?" Ning Sheng sat down by the bed and looked at the sleeping little Mo Yan. He could clearly feel that in just four days, Mo Yan had actually lost weight!
Sixty-nine looked at the milk bottle in his hand, nodded and said: "Yes... yes."
She felt a little guilty.
Because the little prince didn't eat much at all these days.
Every time she fed the little prince, he didn't want to eat and even cried.
Sixty-nine was very afraid of the little prince crying. Whenever the little prince cried, she would worry about being discovered by the two commanders Chu Yi and Chu Si. So every time the little prince cried, she would make him faint.
So in the past three days, the little prince had eaten nothing at all.
The little prince had just woken up and started crying again. Sixty-nine had no choice but to knock the little prince out again, making people think that the little prince was asleep.
Unexpectedly, Ning Sheng came back as soon as the little prince fainted.
Sixty-Nine was worried about being discovered by Ning Sheng and felt very nervous.
Ning Sheng looked at Mo Yan, who had lost a lot of weight in just a few days, and felt a little distressed, and it was very obvious, and his face looked a little strange.
However, Ning Sheng didn't think too much. Firstly, he didn't think anyone would be so cruel to deal with such a young child. Secondly, he thought that the child might not sleep well.
Ning Sheng asked, "Is Mo Yan not sleeping well?"
Sixty-nine dared not say anything bad, so he quickly said: "My young master slept very well."
"Then why has he lost so much weight and still looks so ugly?"
Sixty-nine lowered his head, held his palms together tightly, and said softly: "I... don't know."
Ning Sheng looked back and saw Liujiu with his head lowered, and then he felt that what he had just said was a bit too much.
He said in a deep voice: "Sorry, I don't doubt you, I just think Mo Yan may not have slept well."
Sixty-nine said nothing.
She knew very well that at this time, if she talked too much, she would be troubled, so she simply pretended to be the person being questioned by Ning Sheng.
Seeing this, Ning Sheng couldn't say anything else, so he could only say: "I have troubled you these days. I will watch over Mo Yan today."
Sixty-nine nodded: "Okay."
She slowly withdrew, and felt relieved when she saw that Ning Sheng had no suspicion.
Mo Yan didn't wake up until evening. As soon as he woke up, he immediately started crying.
Different from the previous whimpers, this time, Mo Yan's voice was actually a little hoarse and dry!
Ning Sheng came close to his mouth, looked inside, and found that Mo Yan's throat was swollen.
"Could it be that he got angry?" Ning Sheng was a little worried, but then he felt something was wrong: "That's not right. Mo Yan has eaten so much spring water and is in good health. He shouldn't have minor illnesses or pains. These traces... are obviously caused by external force. Caused."
Ning Sheng touched Mo Yan's head and said softly: "If Mo Yan doesn't cry, is he hungry? Master and master will be back soon. They will love you very much."
Ning Sheng comforted her in a low voice and gave Mo Yan some warm goat's milk.
Mo Yan, who had been crying, miraculously calmed down. Liujiu who was watching on the side felt extremely jealous.
No matter how she coaxed the little prince, he wouldn't listen, but Ning Sheng could coax him with just a few words!
Mo Yan sucked the goat's milk hungrily, as if he hadn't eaten for several days.
Ning Sheng felt a little distressed. When his eyes fell on the pacifier, Ning Sheng suddenly thought of something and asked: "Miss Sixty-Nine, did you stuff the bottle too far? I think Mo Yan's throat is a bit swollen." .”
Sixty-nine's heart was even more pounding.
She ignored the question. The little prince refused to eat several times before, so she inserted it directly. Unexpectedly, she hurt the little prince's throat.
A cold sweat broke out on Sixty-nine's back, and he said: "I... I don't know..."
Ning Sheng frowned, but didn't think too much, and said: "Be careful next time, just put the pacifier in a little bit and it will be fine."
Sixty-nine lowered his head and whispered: "I understand..."
…
hell.
Lou Jingxiao no longer knew how many times he had come here.
If he had known that this would be the case that day, he would never have listened to Mu Xi and asked himself to come to hell to pick her up and wait here.
Lou Jingxiao put Xiao Shen'ao into hell and murmured to himself: "Xiao Xi'er, if I indulge you like this next time, I will..."
PS: Small theater.
Little princess: "Brother, brother, I have someone I like."
Lou Moyan: "Who?"
The little princess pushed Ning Sheng in front of her.
Lou Moyan stared at Ning Sheng for a long time - "I don't agree."
The little princess was sad: "Why?"
Lou Moyan: "He is too old."
Damn it, I was raised by him. Sister, don’t you really think he is too old