Zhuge Chouyun turned around and left. He was clearly walking tremblingly on crutches, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu didn't know if he could figure out a way to save Ding Ningdong. The two looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
An Zheng: "I said, this is impossible. You don't need to talk about this anymore. Even if you are her brother, you have no right to decide anything for her. Isn't the most important thing now to save her? You said this, has no meaning."
Before An Zheng could react, Master Shan suddenly let out a powerful roar towards the withered blood vine.
"you… "
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
"But she likes you."
Ding Wanqiu opened her mouth, and finally asked: "Can you... accept her?"
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
Qu Liuxi said: "Saving people is more important than caring about so much."
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
An Zheng said: "It has nothing to do with whether your heart is hard or not."
He dropped the blood on the vines of the withered blood vines at the door. The blood-stained withered blood vine immediately began to twist, like a python that had smelled prey. Ding Wanqiu wanted to stop An Zheng, but in the end she didn't reach out. He looked at An Zheng standing there, firm but calm, stretching out his hand and letting his blood drip down. At this moment, Ding Wanqiu suddenly realized that he had lost.
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous for you. Once it attracts others' attention, it will immediately attract a lot of people."
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that she could actually make elixirs with her palms... That scene was unforgettable.
An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous for you. Once it attracts others' attention, it will immediately attract a lot of people."
Thirty-six kinds of medicines were integrated into it, and the elixir coincided perfectly, as perfect as ever. Qu Liuxi breathed a sigh of relief, then opened Ding Ningdong's mouth and put the elixir in. The elixir melted in the mouth and quickly flowed into Ding Ningdong's body. Within seconds, Ding Ningdong suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black water. The black water fell to the ground, and there was something like an octopus twisting back and forth in it.
"No more drops!"
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
An Zheng shook his head: "No."
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
Ding Wanqiu said: "Then why can't you accept her!"
Mao'er Shanye squatted on An Zheng's shoulder and barked softly a few times, as if he was talking to the magic cloth. A black wall of fire formed on the demon-binding cloth and cut it directly, isolating Ding Ningdong from all the withered blood vines. The black fire burned bigger and bigger, as if it was swallowing up the room. But the strange thing is that people outside the yard didn't feel the slightest bit of heat.
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
Ding Wanqiu's originally raised arms drooped down, as if they had lost their strength for a moment.
An Zheng said: "I mean, no."
Qu Liuxi said: "Saving people is more important than caring about so much."
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What is wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? Is she not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like?"
"Why?"
"I can't accept her just because she likes me. That would be unfair to me and the people who like me and I also like me. I can try my best to help her, but I can't have a relationship with her."
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
A moment later, countless black fires suddenly burned on the demon-binding cloth along the separated strips of cloth. In just a dazed moment, the small courtyard burst into flames. The black flame looked extremely strange. In the black fire, all the vines of the Withered Blood Vine were twisting violently, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
The red flame looked very real, and she was burning the elixir in her palm. About a minute later, the elixir suddenly separated with a snap. It was not broken, but separated in a regular shape. The elixir is divided into five petals, as if it has blossomed. The elixir was solemn, and a small red dot was spinning violently. The curved hand was extremely stable, not shaking at all.
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
She kept putting these things into the palm of her left hand. After the red fire burned, these things were quickly integrated into the elixir.
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
"Why?"
An Zheng: "I said, this is impossible. You don't need to talk about this anymore. Even if you are her brother, you have no right to decide anything for her. Isn't the most important thing now to save her? You said this, has no meaning."
Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What is wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? Is she not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like?"
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
"But she likes you."
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
Qu Liuxi took a look, and her face became even more ugly: "To create such a thing with her own blood... She has fallen into her own inner demons. You use blood to try to establish some kind of connection with the withered blood vine, The method is right, but you are not doctors and don’t know how to do it.”
Qu Liuxi ran to An Zheng and stretched out his hands to pull An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's the withered blood vine!"
Qu Liuxi bit her lip and said, "Use the Huang Qu Dan Furnace to refine it!"
A moment later, countless black fires suddenly burned on the demon-binding cloth along the separated strips of cloth. In just a dazed moment, the small courtyard burst into flames. The black flame looked extremely strange. In the black fire, all the vines of the Withered Blood Vine were twisting violently, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
"I can't accept her just because she likes me. That would be unfair to me and the people who like me and I also like me. I can try my best to help her, but I can't have a relationship with her."
"But she likes you."
Ding Wanqiu looked at An Zheng, then at Qu Liuxi, and suddenly understood. This girl is the one An Zheng said he liked. He seemed to see an almost divine brilliance from this girl, so much so that he subconsciously rubbed his eyes to make sure it was his illusion. He was very sure that there was no relationship between this girl and his sister. She was just a real healer.
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
"I pulled out the blood roots of the withered blood vine. Her life is not in danger for the time being. But I don't know enough about poisons, and I need a master to diagnose it."
Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What is wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? Is she not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like?"
He took a step forward and was pulled back by Ding Wanqiu again: "Senior Zhuge said that she is connected to the withered blood vine with her own blood. If she breaks in forcefully, her life will be hurt."
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
An Zheng hummed, "It's the withered blood vine, look at Ding Ningdong."
Qu Liuxi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
Qu Liuxi ran to An Zheng and stretched out his hands to pull An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's the withered blood vine!"
An Zheng said: "It has nothing to do with this. Your sister is good enough, gentle and beautiful enough, but this is not a bargaining chip, and the relationship between two people does not need to rely on this kind of bargaining chip. I said that I regard her as a friend, as long as Whatever I can do, I will do.”
The red flame looked very real, and she was burning the elixir in her palm. About a minute later, the elixir suddenly separated with a snap. It was not broken, but separated in a regular shape. The elixir is divided into five petals, as if it has blossomed. The elixir was solemn, and a small red dot was spinning violently. The curved hand was extremely stable, not shaking at all.
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
"I pulled out the blood roots of the withered blood vine. Her life is not in danger for the time being. But I don't know enough about poisons, and I need a master to diagnose it."
"you… "
An Zheng: "I said, this is impossible. You don't need to talk about this anymore. Even if you are her brother, you have no right to decide anything for her. Isn't the most important thing now to save her? You said this, has no meaning."
An Zheng walked to the campus gate, flipped his wrist, took out a dagger from the space weapon he carried with him, and slashed his wrist: "I don't know if this will work. If not, I hope I can share some of the blood." Vine’s claim.”
He took a step forward and was pulled back by Ding Wanqiu again: "Senior Zhuge said that she is connected to the withered blood vine with her own blood. If she breaks in forcefully, her life will be hurt."
Ding Wanqiu: "But this is what you can do, even if you just lie to her... If Senior Zhuge is really able to save her, she needs someone to take care of her and comfort her during her weakest and most lonely days."
Ding Wanqiu looked at An Zheng, then at Qu Liuxi, and suddenly understood. This girl is the one An Zheng said he liked. He seemed to see an almost divine brilliance from this girl, so much so that he subconsciously rubbed his eyes to make sure it was his illusion. He was very sure that there was no relationship between this girl and his sister. She was just a real healer.
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
Ding Wanqiu looked at An Zheng, then at Qu Liuxi, and suddenly understood. This girl is the one An Zheng said he liked. He seemed to see an almost divine brilliance from this girl, so much so that he subconsciously rubbed his eyes to make sure it was his illusion. He was very sure that there was no relationship between this girl and his sister. She was just a real healer.
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
An Zheng said: "If you can't, even if you can't, I won't lie to her."
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .
An Zheng thought to himself that the Nine-Turn Samsara Eye and the Demon-Binding Bu had fought side by side countless times. Maybe at some point in the past, in a very dangerous place, they had joined forces to fight something like the withered blood vine.
Ding Wanqiu: "But this is what you can do, even if you just lie to her... If Senior Zhuge is really able to save her, she needs someone to take care of her and comfort her during her weakest and most lonely days."
Ding Wanqiu was silent for a while and sighed: "You have a really hard heart. I didn't see it before."
Seeing that the withered blood vine had been eradicated, Qu Liuxi immediately rushed in, supported the crumbling Ding Ningdong, and put his hand on the pulse gate. After a while, Qu Liuxi took out an elixir and placed it in his hand. A pale blue flame suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, then turned green after a few seconds, then white after a few seconds, and then red.
Seeing that the withered blood vine had been eradicated, Qu Liuxi immediately rushed in, supported the crumbling Ding Ningdong, and put his hand on the pulse gate. After a while, Qu Liuxi took out an elixir and placed it in his hand. A pale blue flame suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, then turned green after a few seconds, then white after a few seconds, and then red.
Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic-binding cloth flew out of Du Shaoshou's arms, spinning towards the small courtyard. Before anyone could react, a gray mist-like thing emitted from the demon-binding cloth and quickly enveloped the withered blood vines. Then the magic-binding cloth suddenly grew in size, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth were separated from the demon-binding cloth one by one and pressed down like ropes.
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .
"I pulled out the blood roots of the withered blood vine. Her life is not in danger for the time being. But I don't know enough about poisons, and I need a master to diagnose it."
An Zheng said: "It has nothing to do with whether your heart is hard or not."
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic-binding cloth flew out of Du Shaoshou's arms, spinning towards the small courtyard. Before anyone could react, a gray mist-like thing emitted from the demon-binding cloth and quickly enveloped the withered blood vines. Then the magic-binding cloth suddenly grew in size, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth were separated from the demon-binding cloth one by one and pressed down like ropes.
Ding Wanqiu said: "Then why can't you accept her!"
An Zheng said: "I mean, no."
An Zheng said: "I mean, no."
Thirty-six kinds of medicines were integrated into it, and the elixir coincided perfectly, as perfect as ever. Qu Liuxi breathed a sigh of relief, then opened Ding Ningdong's mouth and put the elixir in. The elixir melted in the mouth and quickly flowed into Ding Ningdong's body. Within seconds, Ding Ningdong suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black water. The black water fell to the ground, and there was something like an octopus twisting back and forth in it.
Zhuge Chouyun turned around and left. He was clearly walking tremblingly on crutches, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu didn't know if he could figure out a way to save Ding Ningdong. The two looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.
An Zheng thought to himself that the Nine-Turn Samsara Eye and the Demon-Binding Bu had fought side by side countless times. Maybe at some point in the past, in a very dangerous place, they had joined forces to fight something like the withered blood vine.
An Zheng: "I said, this is impossible. You don't need to talk about this anymore. Even if you are her brother, you have no right to decide anything for her. Isn't the most important thing now to save her? You said this, has no meaning."
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
Ding Wanqiu: "But this is what you can do, even if you just lie to her... If Senior Zhuge is really able to save her, she needs someone to take care of her and comfort her during her weakest and most lonely days."
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
Ding Wanqiu opened her mouth, and finally asked: "Can you... accept her?"
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What is wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? Is she not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like?"
Seeing that the withered blood vine had been eradicated, Qu Liuxi immediately rushed in, supported the crumbling Ding Ningdong, and put his hand on the pulse gate. After a while, Qu Liuxi took out an elixir and placed it in his hand. A pale blue flame suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, then turned green after a few seconds, then white after a few seconds, and then red.
Ding Wanqiu's originally raised arms drooped down, as if they had lost their strength for a moment.
An Zheng said: "If you can't, even if you can't, I won't lie to her."
An Zheng shook his head: "No."
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
Before An Zheng could react, Master Shan suddenly let out a powerful roar towards the withered blood vine.
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
Ding Wanqiu opened her mouth, and finally asked: "Can you... accept her?"
She kept putting these things into the palm of her left hand. After the red fire burned, these things were quickly integrated into the elixir.
Every piece of wood looks like a dragon, and every vine of the withered blood vine looks like a giant python. The dragon and the giant python were fighting fiercely in mid-air. In the mist, the withered blood vine seemed to become clumsy and its movements slowed down a lot. The cloth strips don't look as strong as the withered blood vines, but they are more flexible and sharper.
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
Qu Liuxi bit her lip and said, "Use the Huang Qu Dan Furnace to refine it!"
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that she could actually make elixirs with her palms... That scene was unforgettable.
He took a step forward and was pulled back by Ding Wanqiu again: "Senior Zhuge said that she is connected to the withered blood vine with her own blood. If she breaks in forcefully, her life will be hurt."
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
He took a step forward and was pulled back by Ding Wanqiu again: "Senior Zhuge said that she is connected to the withered blood vine with her own blood. If she breaks in forcefully, her life will be hurt."
An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous for you. Once it attracts others' attention, it will immediately attract a lot of people."
An Zheng hummed, "It's the withered blood vine, look at Ding Ningdong."
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
Mao'er Shanye squatted on An Zheng's shoulder and barked softly a few times, as if he was talking to the magic cloth. A black wall of fire formed on the demon-binding cloth and cut it directly, isolating Ding Ningdong from all the withered blood vines. The black fire burned bigger and bigger, as if it was swallowing up the room. But the strange thing is that people outside the yard didn't feel the slightest bit of heat.
Zhuge Chouyun turned around and left. He was clearly walking tremblingly on crutches, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu didn't know if he could figure out a way to save Ding Ningdong. The two looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.
An Zheng walked to the campus gate, flipped his wrist, took out a dagger from the space weapon he carried with him, and slashed his wrist: "I don't know if this will work. If not, I hope I can share some of the blood." Vine’s claim.”
He dropped the blood on the vines of the withered blood vines at the door. The blood-stained withered blood vine immediately began to twist, like a python that had smelled prey. Ding Wanqiu wanted to stop An Zheng, but in the end she didn't reach out. He looked at An Zheng standing there, firm but calm, stretching out his hand and letting his blood drip down. At this moment, Ding Wanqiu suddenly realized that he had lost.
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that she could actually make elixirs with her palms... That scene was unforgettable.
She kept putting these things into the palm of her left hand. After the red fire burned, these things were quickly integrated into the elixir.
He dropped the blood on the vines of the withered blood vines at the door. The blood-stained withered blood vine immediately began to twist, like a python that had smelled prey. Ding Wanqiu wanted to stop An Zheng, but in the end she didn't reach out. He looked at An Zheng standing there, firm but calm, stretching out his hand and letting his blood drip down. At this moment, Ding Wanqiu suddenly realized that he had lost.
Ding Wanqiu opened her mouth, and finally asked: "Can you... accept her?"
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Qu Liuxi ran to An Zheng and stretched out his hands to pull An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's the withered blood vine!"
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Ding Wanqiu's originally raised arms drooped down, as if they had lost their strength for a moment.
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
Ding Wanqiu's originally raised arms drooped down, as if they had lost their strength for a moment.
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
Qu Liuxi took a look, and her face became even more ugly: "To create such a thing with her own blood... She has fallen into her own inner demons. You use blood to try to establish some kind of connection with the withered blood vine, The method is right, but you are not doctors and don’t know how to do it.”
An Zheng thought to himself that the Nine-Turn Samsara Eye and the Demon-Binding Bu had fought side by side countless times. Maybe at some point in the past, in a very dangerous place, they had joined forces to fight something like the withered blood vine.
Qu Liuxi bit her lip and said, "Use the Huang Qu Dan Furnace to refine it!"
Qu Liuxi took a look, and her face became even more ugly: "To create such a thing with her own blood... She has fallen into her own inner demons. You use blood to try to establish some kind of connection with the withered blood vine, The method is right, but you are not doctors and don’t know how to do it.”
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Ding Wanqiu opened her mouth, and finally asked: "Can you... accept her?"
An Zheng grabbed Qu Liuxi's hand: "No, there's no need to discuss this. It's wrong to get yourself hurt just because you're saving others. No matter what, I won't let you be in danger."
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
Qu Liuxi ran to An Zheng and stretched out his hands to pull An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's the withered blood vine!"
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
"No more drops!"
An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous for you. Once it attracts others' attention, it will immediately attract a lot of people."
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
Qu Liuxi ran to An Zheng and stretched out his hands to pull An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's the withered blood vine!"
Zhuge Chouyun turned around and left. He was clearly walking tremblingly on crutches, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu didn't know if he could figure out a way to save Ding Ningdong. The two looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.
"Why?"
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
An Zheng hummed, "It's the withered blood vine, look at Ding Ningdong."
An Zheng shook his head: "No."
"No more drops!"
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
An Zheng said: "I mean, no."
An Zheng said: "It has nothing to do with this. Your sister is good enough, gentle and beautiful enough, but this is not a bargaining chip, and the relationship between two people does not need to rely on this kind of bargaining chip. I said that I regard her as a friend, as long as Whatever I can do, I will do.”
Qu Liuxi took a look, and her face became even more ugly: "To create such a thing with her own blood... She has fallen into her own inner demons. You use blood to try to establish some kind of connection with the withered blood vine, The method is right, but you are not doctors and don’t know how to do it.”
Ding Wanqiu opened her mouth, and finally asked: "Can you... accept her?"
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
It broke free from Du Shoushou's arms, put its arms on An Zheng's shoulders, and meowed several times toward the withered blood vine. There was a fierce aura in its screams. Everyone was anxious about Ding Ningdong's situation and didn't pay attention. Only An Zheng saw that Master Shan's eyes seemed to be filled with hatred for things like withered blood vines.
An Zheng grabbed Qu Liuxi's hand: "No, there's no need to discuss this. It's wrong to get yourself hurt just because you're saving others. No matter what, I won't let you be in danger."
An Zheng shook his head: "No."
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
Ding Wanqiu said: "Then why can't you accept her!"
"I pulled out the blood roots of the withered blood vine. Her life is not in danger for the time being. But I don't know enough about poisons, and I need a master to diagnose it."
Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic-binding cloth flew out of Du Shaoshou's arms, spinning towards the small courtyard. Before anyone could react, a gray mist-like thing emitted from the demon-binding cloth and quickly enveloped the withered blood vines. Then the magic-binding cloth suddenly grew in size, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth were separated from the demon-binding cloth one by one and pressed down like ropes.
"I can't accept her just because she likes me. That would be unfair to me and the people who like me and I also like me. I can try my best to help her, but I can't have a relationship with her."
An Zheng hummed, "It's the withered blood vine, look at Ding Ningdong."
Qu Liuxi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What is wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? Is she not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like?"
An Zheng grabbed Qu Liuxi's hand: "No, there's no need to discuss this. It's wrong to get yourself hurt just because you're saving others. No matter what, I won't let you be in danger."
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
"No more drops!"
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous for you. Once it attracts others' attention, it will immediately attract a lot of people."
Before An Zheng could react, Master Shan suddenly let out a powerful roar towards the withered blood vine.
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
Qu Liuxi bit her lip and said, "Use the Huang Qu Dan Furnace to refine it!"
Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic-binding cloth flew out of Du Shaoshou's arms, spinning towards the small courtyard. Before anyone could react, a gray mist-like thing emitted from the demon-binding cloth and quickly enveloped the withered blood vines. Then the magic-binding cloth suddenly grew in size, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth were separated from the demon-binding cloth one by one and pressed down like ropes.
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous for you. Once it attracts others' attention, it will immediately attract a lot of people."
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
Ding Wanqiu opened her mouth, and finally asked: "Can you... accept her?"
Seeing that the withered blood vine had been eradicated, Qu Liuxi immediately rushed in, supported the crumbling Ding Ningdong, and put his hand on the pulse gate. After a while, Qu Liuxi took out an elixir and placed it in his hand. A pale blue flame suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, then turned green after a few seconds, then white after a few seconds, and then red.
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
The red flame looked very real, and she was burning the elixir in her palm. About a minute later, the elixir suddenly separated with a snap. It was not broken, but separated in a regular shape. The elixir is divided into five petals, as if it has blossomed. The elixir was solemn, and a small red dot was spinning violently. The curved hand was extremely stable, not shaking at all.
Qu Liuxi ran to An Zheng and stretched out his hands to pull An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's the withered blood vine!"
Qu Liuxi said: "Saving people is more important than caring about so much."
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
Mao'er Shanye squatted on An Zheng's shoulder and barked softly a few times, as if he was talking to the magic cloth. A black wall of fire formed on the demon-binding cloth and cut it directly, isolating Ding Ningdong from all the withered blood vines. The black fire burned bigger and bigger, as if it was swallowing up the room. But the strange thing is that people outside the yard didn't feel the slightest bit of heat.
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
"Why?"
Zhuge Chouyun turned around and left. He was clearly walking tremblingly on crutches, but he disappeared in the blink of an eye. An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu didn't know if he could figure out a way to save Ding Ningdong. The two looked at each other and saw deep worry in each other's eyes.
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
"you… "
An Zheng walked to the campus gate, flipped his wrist, took out a dagger from the space weapon he carried with him, and slashed his wrist: "I don't know if this will work. If not, I hope I can share some of the blood." Vine’s claim.”
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
Thirty-six kinds of medicines were integrated into it, and the elixir coincided perfectly, as perfect as ever. Qu Liuxi breathed a sigh of relief, then opened Ding Ningdong's mouth and put the elixir in. The elixir melted in the mouth and quickly flowed into Ding Ningdong's body. Within seconds, Ding Ningdong suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black water. The black water fell to the ground, and there was something like an octopus twisting back and forth in it.
No one dared to disturb her, and this process lasted for about three minutes. Seeing that the blooming elixir was about to shrink back, Qu Liuxi quickly picked up some powder after burning the withered blood vine and threw it in. She dragged the elixir with her left hand, and the red fire continued to scorch. And she stretched her right hand outward, and a small and exquisite-looking medicine box was opened in mid-air. Herbs or other things that no one else could recognize flew out of the medicine box and landed on her right hand.
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
Ding Wanqiu looked at An Zheng, then at Qu Liuxi, and suddenly understood. This girl is the one An Zheng said he liked. He seemed to see an almost divine brilliance from this girl, so much so that he subconsciously rubbed his eyes to make sure it was his illusion. He was very sure that there was no relationship between this girl and his sister. She was just a real healer.
He dropped the blood on the vines of the withered blood vines at the door. The blood-stained withered blood vine immediately began to twist, like a python that had smelled prey. Ding Wanqiu wanted to stop An Zheng, but in the end she didn't reach out. He looked at An Zheng standing there, firm but calm, stretching out his hand and letting his blood drip down. At this moment, Ding Wanqiu suddenly realized that he had lost.
An Zheng said: "It has nothing to do with this. Your sister is good enough, gentle and beautiful enough, but this is not a bargaining chip, and the relationship between two people does not need to rely on this kind of bargaining chip. I said that I regard her as a friend, as long as Whatever I can do, I will do.”
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
Ding Wanqiu looked at An Zheng, then at Qu Liuxi, and suddenly understood. This girl is the one An Zheng said he liked. He seemed to see an almost divine brilliance from this girl, so much so that he subconsciously rubbed his eyes to make sure it was his illusion. He was very sure that there was no relationship between this girl and his sister. She was just a real healer.
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
An Zheng grabbed Qu Liuxi's hand: "No, there's no need to discuss this. It's wrong to get yourself hurt just because you're saving others. No matter what, I won't let you be in danger."
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
An Zheng shook his head: "No."
"But she likes you."
"No more drops!"
An Zheng: "I said, this is impossible. You don't need to talk about this anymore. Even if you are her brother, you have no right to decide anything for her. Isn't the most important thing now to save her? You said this, has no meaning."
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
Ding Wanqiu: "But this is what you can do, even if you just lie to her... If Senior Zhuge is really able to save her, she needs someone to take care of her and comfort her during her weakest and most lonely days."
"you… "
He dropped the blood on the vines of the withered blood vines at the door. The blood-stained withered blood vine immediately began to twist, like a python that had smelled prey. Ding Wanqiu wanted to stop An Zheng, but in the end she didn't reach out. He looked at An Zheng standing there, firm but calm, stretching out his hand and letting his blood drip down. At this moment, Ding Wanqiu suddenly realized that he had lost.
Ding Wanqiu looked at An Zheng, then at Qu Liuxi, and suddenly understood. This girl is the one An Zheng said he liked. He seemed to see an almost divine brilliance from this girl, so much so that he subconsciously rubbed his eyes to make sure it was his illusion. He was very sure that there was no relationship between this girl and his sister. She was just a real healer.
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
Qu Liuxi ran to An Zheng and stretched out his hands to pull An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu back: "That's the withered blood vine!"
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
It broke free from Du Shoushou's arms, put its arms on An Zheng's shoulders, and meowed several times toward the withered blood vine. There was a fierce aura in its screams. Everyone was anxious about Ding Ningdong's situation and didn't pay attention. Only An Zheng saw that Master Shan's eyes seemed to be filled with hatred for things like withered blood vines.
"No more drops!"
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
An Zheng immediately shook his head: "No, it's too dangerous for you. Once it attracts others' attention, it will immediately attract a lot of people."
"No more drops!"
Qu Liuxi bit her lip and said, "Use the Huang Qu Dan Furnace to refine it!"
Before An Zheng could react, Master Shan suddenly let out a powerful roar towards the withered blood vine.
"I pulled out the blood roots of the withered blood vine. Her life is not in danger for the time being. But I don't know enough about poisons, and I need a master to diagnose it."
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
At this moment, I don't know if it was telepathy or something else, Qu Liuxi rushed over quickly from a distance. She had obviously been running all the way. When she saw An Zheng and Ding Wanqiu dripping blood on the withered blood vines, Qu Liuxi's flushed face, which was originally full of sweat, instantly turned pale.
"No more drops!"
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
Every piece of wood looks like a dragon, and every vine of the withered blood vine looks like a giant python. The dragon and the giant python were fighting fiercely in mid-air. In the mist, the withered blood vine seemed to become clumsy and its movements slowed down a lot. The cloth strips don't look as strong as the withered blood vines, but they are more flexible and sharper.
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic-binding cloth flew out of Du Shaoshou's arms, spinning towards the small courtyard. Before anyone could react, a gray mist-like thing emitted from the demon-binding cloth and quickly enveloped the withered blood vines. Then the magic-binding cloth suddenly grew in size, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth were separated from the demon-binding cloth one by one and pressed down like ropes.
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic-binding cloth flew out of Du Shaoshou's arms, spinning towards the small courtyard. Before anyone could react, a gray mist-like thing emitted from the demon-binding cloth and quickly enveloped the withered blood vines. Then the magic-binding cloth suddenly grew in size, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth were separated from the demon-binding cloth one by one and pressed down like ropes.
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
Every piece of wood looks like a dragon, and every vine of the withered blood vine looks like a giant python. The dragon and the giant python were fighting fiercely in mid-air. In the mist, the withered blood vine seemed to become clumsy and its movements slowed down a lot. The cloth strips don't look as strong as the withered blood vines, but they are more flexible and sharper.
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
She kept putting these things into the palm of her left hand. After the red fire burned, these things were quickly integrated into the elixir.
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
"I can't accept her just because she likes me. That would be unfair to me and the people who like me and I also like me. I can try my best to help her, but I can't have a relationship with her."
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
Ding Wanqiu was silent for a while and sighed: "You have a really hard heart. I didn't see it before."
An Zheng looked down at the withered blood vines growing across the entrance to the courtyard, and then looked down at the blood training beads on his wrist. After being silent for a while, he said, "I don't care."
Mao'er Shanye squatted on An Zheng's shoulder and barked softly a few times, as if he was talking to the magic cloth. A black wall of fire formed on the demon-binding cloth and cut it directly, isolating Ding Ningdong from all the withered blood vines. The black fire burned bigger and bigger, as if it was swallowing up the room. But the strange thing is that people outside the yard didn't feel the slightest bit of heat.
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
A moment later, countless black fires suddenly burned on the demon-binding cloth along the separated strips of cloth. In just a dazed moment, the small courtyard burst into flames. The black flame looked extremely strange. In the black fire, all the vines of the Withered Blood Vine were twisting violently, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
Ding Wanqiu's originally raised arms drooped down, as if they had lost their strength for a moment.
An Zheng: "I said, this is impossible. You don't need to talk about this anymore. Even if you are her brother, you have no right to decide anything for her. Isn't the most important thing now to save her? You said this, has no meaning."
Mao'er Shanye squatted on An Zheng's shoulder and barked softly a few times, as if he was talking to the magic cloth. A black wall of fire formed on the demon-binding cloth and cut it directly, isolating Ding Ningdong from all the withered blood vines. The black fire burned bigger and bigger, as if it was swallowing up the room. But the strange thing is that people outside the yard didn't feel the slightest bit of heat.
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
Ding Wanqiu was silent for a while and sighed: "You have a really hard heart. I didn't see it before."
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
Before An Zheng could react, Master Shan suddenly let out a powerful roar towards the withered blood vine.
Seeing that the withered blood vine had been eradicated, Qu Liuxi immediately rushed in, supported the crumbling Ding Ningdong, and put his hand on the pulse gate. After a while, Qu Liuxi took out an elixir and placed it in his hand. A pale blue flame suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, then turned green after a few seconds, then white after a few seconds, and then red.
The red flame looked very real, and she was burning the elixir in her palm. About a minute later, the elixir suddenly separated with a snap. It was not broken, but separated in a regular shape. The elixir is divided into five petals, as if it has blossomed. The elixir was solemn, and a small red dot was spinning violently. The curved hand was extremely stable, not shaking at all.
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
It broke free from Du Shoushou's arms, put its arms on An Zheng's shoulders, and meowed several times toward the withered blood vine. There was a fierce aura in its screams. Everyone was anxious about Ding Ningdong's situation and didn't pay attention. Only An Zheng saw that Master Shan's eyes seemed to be filled with hatred for things like withered blood vines.
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
Ding Wanqiu's originally raised arms drooped down, as if they had lost their strength for a moment.
Qu Liuxi said: "Saving people is more important than caring about so much."
Immediately afterwards, the piece of magic-binding cloth flew out of Du Shaoshou's arms, spinning towards the small courtyard. Before anyone could react, a gray mist-like thing emitted from the demon-binding cloth and quickly enveloped the withered blood vines. Then the magic-binding cloth suddenly grew in size, almost covering the entire small courtyard. Strips of cloth were separated from the demon-binding cloth one by one and pressed down like ropes.
An Zheng thought to himself that the Nine-Turn Samsara Eye and the Demon-Binding Bu had fought side by side countless times. Maybe at some point in the past, in a very dangerous place, they had joined forces to fight something like the withered blood vine.
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
Thirty-six kinds of medicines were integrated into it, and the elixir coincided perfectly, as perfect as ever. Qu Liuxi breathed a sigh of relief, then opened Ding Ningdong's mouth and put the elixir in. The elixir melted in the mouth and quickly flowed into Ding Ningdong's body. Within seconds, Ding Ningdong suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black water. The black water fell to the ground, and there was something like an octopus twisting back and forth in it.
Qu Liuxi said: "Saving people is more important than caring about so much."
No one dared to disturb her, and this process lasted for about three minutes. Seeing that the blooming elixir was about to shrink back, Qu Liuxi quickly picked up some powder after burning the withered blood vine and threw it in. She dragged the elixir with her left hand, and the red fire continued to scorch. And she stretched her right hand outward, and a small and exquisite-looking medicine box was opened in mid-air. Herbs or other things that no one else could recognize flew out of the medicine box and landed on her right hand.
An Zheng's blood was flowing quickly, but he never took his hand back, and he continued to activate his cultivation power to make the blood flow faster.
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
Seeing that the withered blood vine had been eradicated, Qu Liuxi immediately rushed in, supported the crumbling Ding Ningdong, and put his hand on the pulse gate. After a while, Qu Liuxi took out an elixir and placed it in his hand. A pale blue flame suddenly appeared in the palm of her hand, then turned green after a few seconds, then white after a few seconds, and then red.
Qu Liuxi looked at An Zheng: "Let me do it."
An Zheng grabbed Qu Liuxi's hand: "No, there's no need to discuss this. It's wrong to get yourself hurt just because you're saving others. No matter what, I won't let you be in danger."
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
No one dared to disturb her, and this process lasted for about three minutes. Seeing that the blooming elixir was about to shrink back, Qu Liuxi quickly picked up some powder after burning the withered blood vine and threw it in. She dragged the elixir with her left hand, and the red fire continued to scorch. And she stretched her right hand outward, and a small and exquisite-looking medicine box was opened in mid-air. Herbs or other things that no one else could recognize flew out of the medicine box and landed on her right hand.
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
The red flame looked very real, and she was burning the elixir in her palm. About a minute later, the elixir suddenly separated with a snap. It was not broken, but separated in a regular shape. The elixir is divided into five petals, as if it has blossomed. The elixir was solemn, and a small red dot was spinning violently. The curved hand was extremely stable, not shaking at all.
An Zheng hummed, "It's the withered blood vine, look at Ding Ningdong."
But after a few minutes, more and more of the withered blood vines gathered, greedily absorbing An Zheng's blood, but they never formed a connection with An Zheng.
No one dared to disturb her, and this process lasted for about three minutes. Seeing that the blooming elixir was about to shrink back, Qu Liuxi quickly picked up some powder after burning the withered blood vine and threw it in. She dragged the elixir with her left hand, and the red fire continued to scorch. And she stretched her right hand outward, and a small and exquisite-looking medicine box was opened in mid-air. Herbs or other things that no one else could recognize flew out of the medicine box and landed on her right hand.
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that she could actually make elixirs with her palms... That scene was unforgettable.
A moment later, countless black fires suddenly burned on the demon-binding cloth along the separated strips of cloth. In just a dazed moment, the small courtyard burst into flames. The black flame looked extremely strange. In the black fire, all the vines of the Withered Blood Vine were twisting violently, as if they had encountered a natural enemy.
"I can't accept her just because she likes me. That would be unfair to me and the people who like me and I also like me. I can try my best to help her, but I can't have a relationship with her."
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
"No more drops!"
He dropped the blood on the vines of the withered blood vines at the door. The blood-stained withered blood vine immediately began to twist, like a python that had smelled prey. Ding Wanqiu wanted to stop An Zheng, but in the end she didn't reach out. He looked at An Zheng standing there, firm but calm, stretching out his hand and letting his blood drip down. At this moment, Ding Wanqiu suddenly realized that he had lost.
An Zheng hummed, "It's the withered blood vine, look at Ding Ningdong."
"Because I have someone I like, not your sister."
She kept putting these things into the palm of her left hand. After the red fire burned, these things were quickly integrated into the elixir.
An Zheng's face became paler and paler. Ding Wanqiu behind him was silent for a while, then strode up, cut open his arm with a dagger, and poured blood on the withered blood vine.
Ding Wanqiu said: "It can be seen that my sister really likes you. Although there should be only hatred between you and me, or I am unfilial, I can never bring up the murderous intention towards you. My sister's thoughts , it's probably more complicated than me, so it's even more painful. There's nothing in this world that's more painful than falling in love with your enemy. If... if you think it's okay, can you accept her now? I need someone to protect me and someone to comfort me. Relatively speaking, it seems that your role is greater than mine.”
An Zheng shook his head: "No."
Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What is wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? Is she not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like?"
An Zheng said: "If you can't, even if you can't, I won't lie to her."
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
Ding Wanqiu: "But this is what you can do, even if you just lie to her... If Senior Zhuge is really able to save her, she needs someone to take care of her and comfort her during her weakest and most lonely days."
Thirty-six kinds of medicines were integrated into it, and the elixir coincided perfectly, as perfect as ever. Qu Liuxi breathed a sigh of relief, then opened Ding Ningdong's mouth and put the elixir in. The elixir melted in the mouth and quickly flowed into Ding Ningdong's body. Within seconds, Ding Ningdong suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black water. The black water fell to the ground, and there was something like an octopus twisting back and forth in it.
An Zheng was slightly startled: "Accept what?"
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Before An Zheng could react, Master Shan suddenly let out a powerful roar towards the withered blood vine.
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .
An Zheng took a deep breath: "I can't wait for Senior Zhuge any longer."
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
In less than five minutes, all the vines were tied up with cloth strips, and then wrapped around in circles, wrapping the withered blood vines like rice dumplings.
An Zheng said: "I mean, no."
While the two were talking, Gu Qianye and Du Shaoshou also ran over from a distance. Du Shoushou was still holding the cat Shanye in his arms. Shanye's eyes widened the moment he saw the withered blood vine.
"I pulled out the blood roots of the withered blood vine. Her life is not in danger for the time being. But I don't know enough about poisons, and I need a master to diagnose it."
Ding Wanqiu's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
He and An Zheng had had a fight before, and that time the two of them seemed to be facing each other and both sides would lose. Therefore, Ding Wanqiu never felt that he lost to An Zheng. He felt that if he tried his best, An Zheng should not be his opponent. However, now, he found that he had lost completely. This was not a difference in practice, but a difference in life.
Ding Wanqiu frowned slightly: "What is wrong with my sister? Do you think she is not good enough for you? Is she not beautiful enough? Her personality is not gentle enough? Or is she not as good as the girl you like?"
Qu Liuxi wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.
An Zheng asked: "Do you have any idea?"
An Zheng hummed, "It's the withered blood vine, look at Ding Ningdong."
An Zheng thought to himself that the Nine-Turn Samsara Eye and the Demon-Binding Bu had fought side by side countless times. Maybe at some point in the past, in a very dangerous place, they had joined forces to fight something like the withered blood vine.
An Zheng grabbed Qu Liuxi's hand: "No, there's no need to discuss this. It's wrong to get yourself hurt just because you're saving others. No matter what, I won't let you be in danger."
After about ten minutes, the magic-binding cloth retracted all the cloth strips, then turned into its original size and flew back to Du Shouxou's arms. Mao'er Shanye called out, jumped directly from An Zheng's shoulder into Du Shaoshou's arms, and lay on the demon-binding cloth, squinting his eyes. But An Zheng could see that there was a trace of pride in Master Shan's eyes.
An Zheng thought to himself that the Nine-Turn Samsara Eye and the Demon-Binding Bu had fought side by side countless times. Maybe at some point in the past, in a very dangerous place, they had joined forces to fight something like the withered blood vine.
An Zheng shook his head: "Saving people is important, but you are more important."
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that she could actually make elixirs with her palms... That scene was unforgettable.
Thirty-six kinds of medicines were integrated into it, and the elixir coincided perfectly, as perfect as ever. Qu Liuxi breathed a sigh of relief, then opened Ding Ningdong's mouth and put the elixir in. The elixir melted in the mouth and quickly flowed into Ding Ningdong's body. Within seconds, Ding Ningdong suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black water. The black water fell to the ground, and there was something like an octopus twisting back and forth in it.
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .
Ding Wanqiu was silent for a while and sighed: "You have a really hard heart. I didn't see it before."
An Zheng looked at Ding Ningdong. She was still squatting there dripping blood into the flowerpot, but the speed at which her blood dripped was getting slower and slower. It could be seen that Ding Wanqiu was on the verge of death and her whole body was shaky.
Qu Liuxi flicked his finger, and a kind of medicinal powder flew out of the medicine box and sprinkled it on the disgusting black thing that looked like a small octopus. The thing made a shrill scream, and then fell to the ground and turned into black water. .