Chapter 1310: Enemy

Nan Gongyi looked down at the situation of the witchcraft and could not help but frown. "The situation is really not optimistic."
Tunxi nodded and she knew the situation of the witchcraft.
If you say that there is a spiritual root in the human body, and Linggen represents the talent of a person.
Then there are similar things in the body of the monster, and the monsters call them the blood. The inheritance and richness of the bloodline determines the speed and strength of this monster's cultivation.
At the beginning of the inspection, Tunxi only thought that the witchcraft had lost most of its demon power and could not recover.
However, after careful review, she was shocked to discover.
The witchcraft was taken away not only by the demon power, but also by his inheritance.
If the demon power is taken away, it can also be converted into spiritual power by absorbing the demon, but how can we recover the blood?
Tunxi frowned and looked at the witch holding the witchcraft, crying eyes and red eyes: "Little raccoon, have you ever encountered this situation before?"
The little raccoon shook his head and nodded again. His eyes were full of pain and resentment. "Miss, I don't know. From the time I have memories, I have only my brother. My brother said, we have very powerful enemies, they take them away. Our people, who took our niece and took away our demon power, let us die in pain."
"My brother always wanted to take revenge, but the enemy is too powerful. My brother was injured and dying several times. Last time, if you were not Miss, you saved my brother, my brother and I have been... but I did not expect that my brother was still being Grabbed, uh... why are they so bad? Why are you doing this to us? We never thought about hurting anyone!"
Qu Xi stretched out his hand and gently touched the little girl's head, and hugged her into her arms. She said softly: "Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to heal your brother."
However, it is said that Tunxi has frowned.
It seems that if you want to know the treatment method, you only have to ask the process of the witchcraft to be taken away from the blood, so that you can take the medicine.
Thinking of this, Tunxi took out the golden needle and carefully entered the head of the witchcraft.
The sorcerer's sorcerer made a painful voice, and the sweat on the forehead came out, and it took a while to open his eyes.
The gaze's gaze seems to have no focus, and it falls on the little raccoon.
When he saw the appearance of the little raccoon, his face immediately showed a sly and sad smile: "Little raccoon, is your brother dying? So I dreamt of you... I can see you again before I die, see If you live well, your brother will be relieved!"
"Wow-!!" The little raccoon couldn't help but cry out loud and rushed into the witch's arms. "Brother, don't die, little raccoon don't want his brother to die!"
Quxi stretched out and inserted several golden needles into the brain of the witchcraft. The original fascination of the witchcraft slowly became clear, but the intense pain and emptiness from the body made him sweat more on his face.
Tunxi hugged the little raccoon into his arms and looked down at the witchcraft: "Witch, tell me, is your consciousness sober now?"
The witchcraft frowned. When he saw the brook, he first saw it. Then he remembered something and slammed his eyes: "Master! How are you here?"
Tunxi faintly said: "The little raccoon found your whereabouts, worried that you have an accident, so I will find you with her."