Wei Mo smiled weakly, a mouthful of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth: "Ah Qian, let me protect you once in a while."
He was actually very satisfied, because he finally protected her, even if it happened a hundred times, a thousand times, he would still do it.
His body had made a choice faster than his brain when it saw someone going against her.
Lu Yiqian's hands were covered with blood, hot and bright red, which dyed his entire chest red, and stained the ground...
She felt a lump in her heart, and she didn't know what kind of feeling it was, it was overwhelming. She hurriedly took out the golden sore medicine from the storage bag and fed it to Wei Mo, but he was injured too badly, and the medicine could only replenish his lost blood.
She looked at the immobilized Shenjun with rage, and said coldly: "Today, I, Lu Yiqian, swear here that I will find out who is behind your backstage. No matter what conspiracy you have, I will destroy it with my own hands! I, Lu Yiqian, will report it to you!" This revenge!"
She may not care about herself, but she must not care about the people who are under her protection!
The light from her eyes as bright as a starry sky was like a shooting star, smashing into everyone's hearts!
People couldn't help but fell silent.
Some people just have a strong aura. When she smiles, it's like spring flowers blooming. When she cries, the autumn wind sweeps the fallen leaves. When she's angry, people fall into the cold winter.
Indeed, Lu Yiqian is such a person!
Wei Mo looked at Lu Yiqian quietly, his body hurt badly, but his heart was very sweet, he didn't know how happy he was now, he saw her, he saw her angry for her, he saw her distress, and Now, he is still lying in her arms, what is there to be dissatisfied with, he is really very happy!
"Ah Qian, ah Qian, I'm so happy." He stretched out his hand, trying to touch her face, but his strength was weak, and he couldn't reach her face no matter what.
Lu Yiqian clasped his hand and caressed his face, applying a bloody handprint.
Her other hand tremblingly took out bottles of medicine, she couldn't stop his blood, it was so much, it flowed so violently.
She has to find a quiet place to use the fire of creation to heal him, she can't let him have trouble!
Summon the phoenix bird and release Wei Mo's healing skills again and again.
She picked up Wei Mo and walked towards Dongshu College.
"Traitor, do you want to leave?" A young man stopped Lu Yiqian.
Lu Yiqian said coldly: "Whoever stops whoever is killed!"
She was covered in blood, with a murderous aura, like a god of killing!
People couldn't help being rushed by this momentum, and retreated a path.
The executor came over and threw down a bottle of medicine: "This is the medicine in our world. It can heal the bones and cure the dead and wounded." After speaking, he took his people away for a few moments and disappeared.
Lu Yiqian took the bottle of medicine and said plainly, "Thank you."
The god of death pulled at the corner of Lu Yiqian's clothes: "Master, how should we deal with that person?"
Lu Yiqian said coldly: "Put him here forever, let him see himself aging, decaying and dying with his own eyes."
Reaper nodded: "Yeah."
This trick is too poisonous!
It makes life worse than death!
Lu Yiqian didn't want to stay here any longer, he tasted the medicine given by the executor, and it was indeed the best, so he fed it to Wei Mo and headed towards Dongshu Academy.
Back at the academy, before I had time to explain a lot to them, I opened the barrier and started treatment.
Wei Mo's face was like gold paper, and he was seriously injured. After all, he was only a high-level god. It was a blessing that he didn't have his godhead shattered after being hit by the god.
If it weren't for Lu Yiqian's super gold sore medicine hanging, if it wasn't for the executor's medicine hanging, Wei Mo would probably have lost his soul by now.
The anger in her heart was indescribable, but Lu Yiqian's movements were very gentle. She gently put Wei Mo down, thought for a while, and stretched out her hand to untie his clothes.
Open your palms, orange, red, purple, blue, blue, green, and yellow soul reds are flying around her, exuding mysterious and unpredictable brilliance.
The fire of the soul can create all things, and the healing effect is self-evident.
But man is the spirit of all things, and the complexity of his body and soul is beyond words. Although Lu Yiqian can control the fire of the soul, she is just making some dead things. She is not uneasy when treating a living person for the first time, especially if this person is someone she agrees with and is close to. She settled down, no matter how worried she was at the moment, she had to be steady.
She put her hand on Wei Mo's body and moved slowly.
The fire of the soul glowed brightly, entering and exiting his body, repairing and healing.
"Hmm..." Wei Mo moaned softly.
Wei Mo was in a chaotic state, and pictures flashed through his mind.
He was born with one body and two bodies, and he didn't know whether he occupied the soul of his brother (brother) or the soul of his brother (brother) in his mother's womb. He knew the existence of another him.
At that time, his family was a wealthy family, besides him, there were many brothers, and he was not favored. When he was two years old, when the other one appeared in front of his relatives, they kept calling him a "monster" in horror. Even the mother who gave birth to her was afraid of him, blamed him, scolded him, and said he was a monster. . But but, he is really not a monster, no!
When he was three years old, he was thrown into the snow, and he still remembers the coldness of being abandoned.
He didn't know where he was going. At that time, he didn't know what kind of concept death was. He only knew that his body was getting colder and colder.
Until he was taken out of the snow with both hands, the person who saved him said with a smile: "What an interesting little guy, I want to raise him into a peerless genius."
When he was five years old, he only knew that the person who saved him was named Li Jing.
Then, he studied spells desperately on a snowy mountain isolated from the world. At that time, he was desperately trying to make those who abandoned him regret it. This was particularly obvious in the other him .
It wasn't until he was eighteen that his teacher, who was like a wild crane in the clouds every day, gave him a pile of gold coins and a few magic stones and drove him down the mountain to pick the magic jade fruit. He lost his way and met her. (to be continued)
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