Chapter 54: sick?

Since becoming the demon master, Rong Xian's only role is to suppress this token with all his strength. However, this token is a prison cell, in which the evil spirits of the big are held.
She tried hard, even if she blew herself up, she couldn't escape the fate of restraining the demon prison.
Today, her soul is damaged by nine points, and the remaining one is slowly dissipating. Tiandao judges that she is about to disappear, and she can no longer restrain the ban, and the ban comes out.
Her duty is done!
Rong Xian's face was pale and transparent, but anyone could see the joy in her eyes. She smiled like a flower, and her tone was frustrated. "Uncle, uncle, thank you for helping me."
The ban that could not be solved by self-detonation was solved by Qingbo's bowl of sunshades. This is really a stepping stone and has nowhere to go.
"Uncle, I see how you can withstand the karma of the world and the chaos in the world." She whispered with a smile: "I said I would repay you, and I will never give up. I look forward to your end."
She stretched out her hand, and in the white and transparent palm was the token emitting the golden light.
Rong Xian chuckled and threw the token into the sky.
A large 'forbidden' word is looming in the void, struggling hard, but the black gas in it is slamming without fear, desperately trying to knock it away.
Rong Xian stood on the spot and looked happily for a while, then he mobilized the vitality in Mu Lingzhu to heal himself.
After a long time, she was about to turn around and return to the room, her eyes seemingly brushing the corner of the shadow.
It's Grandma.
Why did he come here?
There was a hint of doubt in Rong Xian's eyes, then the doubt disappeared, and the streamer flickered. The eyebrows seemed to be fascinating to incorporate the world's deepest and richest scenery.
This is really a good opportunity, isn't it?
Rong Xian no longer suppressed the injury brought to her by the sunshade, coughed and made a sweet smell in her throat. She was busy taking out a Jinpa from her sleeve and covering her mouth. on the ground.
The flames flashed in her palm, and after turning the parchment into ashes, she returned to the room with a heavy step.
After a long time, Grandma walked slowly. He squatted down and stared deeply at the blood on the ground. With a swipe of his right index finger, the pale golden blood was exposed in his eyes.
"Spirit Emperor's blood." Aya's eyes flickered sharply.
The essence of the sword emperor who never wanted them to chase is actually under their eyes. Rong Xian turned out to be the remnant of the Yu tribe. No wonder she has been maintaining Shen Jiu Liu. The original two are the same tribe.
However, it seems that the two did not know each other.
Haha, this is really no effort at all.
Grandma was surprised, but never thought to tell Qingbo the news.
He knew enough about the news of the sword emperor's blood, and Qingbo's fool would be a target in the clear.
After careful consideration, he decided to wait for the unintentional cliff to come and take Rong Xian back to the holy mountain. Now he pretended not to know.
Grandma's eyes flickered, and the trace disappeared before shaking.
Wuxinya, in the golden palace, Condensing Moon looked at the figure floating in the air, his eyes were full of surprise: "So, is the sword emperor's blood on Rong Xian?"
Grandma nodded surely: "Yes, I verified it myself."
"Good, good." Condensing Yue Xi is in shape, as long as she has the sword emperor's essence blood, she can go further, no matter where Xixin hides, she can't please in front of absolute strength.
"Ama, you look good at Rongxian, I'll go right away ..." Ningyue's voice stopped abruptly.
She suddenly thought that there was the shackles of the demon prison, and the magic repair of the unintentional cliff did not dare to walk out of the holy mountain.
She pondered carefully and said, "Ah, I will send new disciples in the cliff. They have no karma. As long as you are not killing innocent people in the world, you do n’t have to be afraid of the magic prison. After you both answer, you must be the first Take Rong Xian back to the Holy Mountain. "
Grandma answered solemnly, "OK."
The main house of Lagerstroemia indica.
"Doctor Rong." Early in the morning, the voice of a niece came from the door.
Inside the room, heavy cyan curtains covered all the light outside. At the corners of the room, the large night pearls exuded a faint cold light. Rong Xian leaned on the soft collapse and flipped through the medical books without raising her head. "In."
The maidservant walked in lightly, without any strangeness to the big changes in the layout of the room.
She bowed and gave a gift: "Doctor Rong, the city's owner told you that if you want to go out for medical treatment, you can go at any time, as long as you don't go far."
Rong Xian's hand flipped through the book, a hint of irony flashed in his eyes, but his tone was still soft: "Know, go and tell the city owner that his kindness is in my heart. If the healer doesn't heal himself, I understand, go on."
The poison of the shade made her unable to go out during the day, and Qingbo asked her maid to talk to her. It was such a naive means that he could hold it, ridiculous!
The maidservant dropped out silently, she looked a little confused, apparently she did not understand the language machine between the city owner and Rong Xian.
The room was calm again, and Rong Xian's attention was obviously not on the medical books.
Rong Xian sneered, and it seemed that nothing had made Qingbo anxious in the past few days.
There is no self-knowledge for such an impatient thing and the sword emperor's blood and the imperial plan.
She set the medical book aside, sitting cross-legged, and in front of her were living wooden spirit beads exuding vitality. The vitality in the beads was flowing towards her, repairing her overwhelmed injury.
That bit of trauma seemed to be smoothed by something, although slow, it was very effective.
Rong Xian wasn't in a hurry. She would rather be slower than leave her with a hidden illness.
Compared with Rong Xian's ease, Shen Jiu Liu, who has reached Ziwei City at this time, is not as calm as her. The source of the incident was a child.
Shen Jiuliu and his party just entered the city, and the child in half-old clothes hurried to him, gasping and asking, "Brother Jiu Liu."
Shen Jiu Liu's eyes flashed a little surprise, this is the poor Xiaole: "Xiao Le! How are you here? Is your mother and your sister okay?"
Xiao Le nodded, and said loudly, "My mother is fine, Doctor Rong is very good at medicine, and her sister is also very good. Now she does some needlework at home."
Without waiting for Jiu Liu to question, Xiao Le said: "Brother Jiu Liu, do you know Dr. Rong is better? I haven't seen her for several days, and my mother and sister are worried about Dr. Rong. And Brother Mumu, who has a cough these two days, I have been waiting for Doctor Rong to see Brother Mumu. "
Shen Jiu stayed rigid, with a look of indifference: "Xiao Le, how long have you not seen Doctor Rong? How do you know that she is sick?"