The man wore a black robe with gold trim, which was extremely luxurious.
The cloak draped around him had been taken off and fell on his shoulders, revealing his extremely handsome face and long hair that looked like splashed ink.
The moment she saw the demon cultivator, Liangyin's pupils narrowed slightly.
"How's it going? Did you get the Nine Nether fragments?"
Based on her understanding of the demon cultivator, if there was nothing serious, the demon cultivator would not come back before completing the mission.
"That old guy from Xuantian Sect is hiding quite deep."
Before the demon cultivator finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and robe and threw a dark jade pendant into Liangyin's hands.
"This is... the Nine Nether Fragments."
At this moment, Liangyin pinched the cold diamond-shaped fragment in his hand, his eyes red with joy:
"Finally...finally got it!"
Nangong Lianxi, I will definitely save you!
"How are you doing here?" Mo Xiu's words brought Liang Yin back to his thoughts.
She sighed softly and clenched the Jiuyou fragment in her hand:
"The situation here is not good. The Jiuyou fragment is hidden in the forbidden area of Tianji Mansion. There seems to be something in there, which is difficult to deal with."
"Don't worry too much. I'll go with you after I take a few days off."
The demon cultivator stood up, his already pale face looking devoid of any blood.
"Wait a minute!" The demon cultivator was about to return to the sea of consciousness, but Liang Yin stood up and stopped him:
"Are you hurt?"
Although the magic cultivator was well hidden, Liangyin could still smell the faint smell of blood floating in the air.
"It's just a minor injury, no need to make a fuss."
Just as Mo Xiu was about to disappear, Liang Yin grabbed his sleeve: "Wait! The soul is injured and needs to be treated quickly, otherwise it will be difficult to recover."
"I don't need to..."
Mo Xiu was about to refuse, but was led directly back to the chair by Liang Yin.
The girl's palm is not very hot, but warm.
Even if he practices regularly, his body has already been reborn because of his rapid advancement in cultivation. The faint calluses on my hands in the past have long since faded away, and now they are soft and boneless.
This was the first time that Mo Xiu seriously looked at Liang Yin because of the touch.
There is a faint fragrance all over the girl. The smell is indescribable, but it smells very good.
Although her hair is as silver as snow, her skin is fair, her pupils are blood-red, and her beautiful face looks very charming when paired with this silver hair and red clothes.
If you look closely at her, she doesn't seem that obtrusive.
"It's obviously hurt so badly, why didn't you tell me?"
Liang Yin's distressed words brought Mo Xiu back to his thoughts.
"It's just a minor injury, not serious."
Liang Yi reached out and gently touched the bloody wounds on Mo Xiu's chest.
Tears couldn't help but roll down in big drops.
Perhaps in the eyes of the demon cultivator, it was really not a serious injury.
In the past, his entire body was destroyed in order to survive, let alone to this extent now.
But in Liangyin's eyes, if a normal person was injured like this, he would be unable to move and would be on the verge of death.
"Why are you crying? You hate me for holding you back?"
The demon cultivator looked at Liangyin displeasedly, his beautiful eyebrows twisted into knots.
Why is this stupid woman still so annoying? He had endured the self-destruction of the founding ancestor of the Xuantian Sect to obtain these Nine Nether Fragments, yet he actually dared to despise him!
Before Mo Xiu could finish his thoughts, he saw the tearful Liang Yin biting her lip tightly and suddenly raised her hand and opened her wrist.
"what are you doing?!"
Mo Xiu pinched Liang Yin's bleeding wrist and glared at Liang Yin angrily. She didn't understand what Liang Yin wanted to do.
"You let go and it's all over. Waiting a little longer won't be enough."
Liang Yin endured the sharp sting on her wrist, withdrew her hand, and gently wiped the fallen blood onto the scars on Mo Xiu's chest.
The warm blood, after touching the wound, instantly aggregates at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The demon cultivator felt the dull pain in his chest, which was gradually wrapped up by the warmth and disappeared. He couldn't help but froze on the spot, looking at Liangyin's eyes, Mingmingming:
"If there is no elixir to repair the soul, why use your own blood?"
"The blood of the host has a very good healing effect on the host. The elixir obtained has a very poor effect on repairing the soul."
Liangyin wiped away her tears, and after repairing all the wounds on the demon, she pretended to be fine and said with a smile:
"I've finally recovered again. It's more comfortable to look like this."
Just as Liangyin was about to stand up, Mo Xiu, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly grabbed her uncut wrist.
"Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?" Liang Yin turned around in shock and saw Mo Xiu suddenly holding her other hand.
A long black belt appeared in Mo Xiu's hand, and he gently bandaged Liang Yin's wound.
"You..." She froze on the spot and didn't react for a while.
This was the first time she had seen such a demonic cultivator.
In her heart, Mo Xiu has always been a cold and mysterious figure, but she didn't expect that today...
"That, I can do it myself."
Liangyin was a little embarrassed, not used to it, and was about to take back her hand. But Mo Xiu raised his head and glanced at her displeasedly: "Don't move."
Obviously the bandage didn't last long, but Liangyin felt like it had been a long time.
The demon cultivator, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly broke the silence:
"Why were you crying just now?"
When Liangyin heard this, he was suddenly startled.
There was a little self-deprecating smile on his face:
"Of course I feel useless. No matter what I do, I can't hurt others. I always make those around me hurt for myself."
After hearing these words, Mo Xiu looked up at Liang Yin with a somewhat complicated look.
She said nothing, lowered her head again, and carefully bandaged Liang Yin's wound.
"Okay, it's bandaged."
"By the way, I want to ask you something."
Just when the demon cultivator was about to disappear, Liangyin suddenly thought of what happened last night.
"you say."
Although Mo Xiu's tone was a little cold, compared to the past, Liang Yin vaguely felt that something had changed.
"I asked for help before because of a congenital short-lived disease. At that time, you asked me to go to the Evil Lord's Mansion and get the blood of the Evil Lord to extend my life.
You know who Evil Lord is, right? "
When the demon cultivator suddenly heard Liang Yin mentioning Evil Lord, the remaining temperature in his eyes instantly dropped to freezing point.
The look he looked at Liangyin was even a bit gloomy:
"Knowing too much will do you no good."
Before he finished speaking, there was a burst of black mist, and the demon cultivator disappeared from the spot.
"Would it be bad for me to know too much?"
Liangyin muttered to himself, looking a little confused.
Although she really wanted to know who Xie Jun was, Mo Xiu had already said that it would not be good for her to know, and he did not want to tell her.
She didn't want to bother asking anymore.
After all, the demon cultivator has made a master-servant contract with her. Since we are on the same boat, he will not harm her.
She lowered her eyes and looked at the big bulge on her wrist caused by the black gauze bandage, and couldn't help but curve her mouth.
"This bandage is really ugly."
Boom! Boom! Boom! At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Miss Luo, are you in there?"
Suddenly hearing the man's familiar voice, Liangyin was startled, and then frowned tightly. What is he here for