Unrivaled Miracle Doctor and the God-Defying Demonic Consort

Woo--!

The howling of the triangular poisonous wolf king echoed in the surrounding woods.

Jing Hai's arched body, with tight muscles, staring at the Triangle Poisonous Wolf King with piercing eyes, did not appear panicked because of the difference in realm.

Mu Qingge was still satisfied at the point of facing the enemy.

She leaned in Si Mo's arms and nodded almost impossible to find. Looking forward to Jing Hai's next performance.

The tempering of life and death is an excellent opportunity for anyone to improve, and Jing Hai is no exception. What's more, Mu Qingge has absolute certainty that he can save Jing Hai at the moment of life and death and protect him from death.

The venom on the poisonous wolf king's fangs dripped onto the ground, emitting a foul smell, corroding the plants on the ground.

Compared with Jian's venom, this little poison of the poisonous wolf king is naturally nothing. But for Jing Hai, the venom of the triangular poisonous wolf king was enough to kill him.

Suddenly, the triangular poisonous wolf king rushed towards Jing Hai. Its figure was vigorous, as fast as wind and electricity, and instantly appeared where Jinghai was.

And Jing Hai's movements were not slow. At the moment when the poisonous wolf dynasty pounced on him, he threw out to the left——

The figure of one person and one wolf crossed in mid-air, and under Jing Hai's clear eyes, the poisonous wolf king's yin and vicious eyes were reflected.

puff!

The Poison Wolf King rushed into the air, and after landing, he immediately adjusted his angle and chased Jinghai again.

Jing Hai rolled twice on the ground, quickly got up, and pulled out the dagger he was wearing. This dagger was made by Mu Qingge based on the saber, and it was very suitable for field combat.

The sharp barbed blade is also matched with a blood trough, and it can be slashed and bloodletted quickly.

Jing Hai put the dagger across his chest, his eyes calmly staring at the poisonous wolf king who flew into the air.

The Poison Wolf King roared and rushed towards Jing Hai again. The sharp claws that it swayed carried pale gray auras, showing its cultivation.

Jing Hai flexibly avoided it, allowing spiritual light to flash along his side opened chest, slashing the clothes on his chest, leaving a slender slit.

At this time, Jing Hai's dagger had already reached the neck of the Poison Wolf King. With a move of his wrist, the horizontal dagger stretched forward, and the sharp pointed blade aimed at the skin under the neck of the poisonous wolf king and pierced it with precision.

Mu Qingge squinted her eyes, and there was a bit of approval in her eyes: "This is a good trick, decisive and bold. It seems that daily practice is not in vain."

"But I am afraid it is invalid." As soon as Si Mo's voice fell, a spark flashed in front of the two of them.

Jing Hai's dagger struck the poisonous wolf king's neck. Of course, it didn't cut through the skin, but instead aroused a spark.

His attack can't break the poisonous wolf king's defense at all!

If it is a person of the same realm, under the blow of Jing Hai, even if he is not killed, he will be covered in flesh. However, the defense of the orcs is stronger than that of humans, and their skin and hair have super defensive capabilities, as if they were wearing a solid armor.

Therefore, neither Jing Hai's skill nor his weapons could break through the Poison Wolf King's natural defenses.

On the contrary, his move completely angered the Poison Wolf King, making its eyes more fierce, even full of **** red.

"It seems that we have to take time to upgrade our weapons and equipment." Mu Qingge frowned and muttered to himself.

In Linchuan, most of the enemies of Longya are humans, and those equipments are enough. But in the Middle Ages, Longya's identity was a streamer, in addition to contacting humans, there were many times when he fought with orcs.

If you don't have a sharp weapon in your hands, I'm afraid you will suffer in battle.

As the coach, she naturally wouldn't let this happen to Dragon's teeth, she must first sharpen her tools if she wants to do well!

The Triangle Poisonous Wolf King rushed towards Jing Hai with his anger in his hands. The posture seemed to swallow Jing Hai. The speed of the Poison Wolf King is too fast, and Jing Hai's speed is not worth mentioning in its eyes.

Without further ado, Jing Hai was thrown to the ground by the Triangular Poisonous Wolf King. The sharp front paws pressed his shoulders and restrained his movements.

Roar--!

There was a hoarse and low roar from the triangle poisonous wolf king's throat.

Scarlet eyes, staring at Jing Hai, revealed a fierce and cold killing intent. It raised its left front paw and pressed it on Jing Hai's right elbow.

Click!

The sound of broken bones sounded.

The severe pain caused Jing Hai's face to turn white, and the hand holding the dagger was forced to loosen it, and the dagger fell aside.

However, no matter how painful, Jing Hai did not let out a scream.

The tenacity in his eyes was like the essence, turning into a stab at the triangle poisonous wolf king. However, the triangular poisonous wolf king only smiled contemptuously in his eyes.

Mu Qingge frowned, cold light reflected in his eyes.

"No hurry, wait." Si Mo whispered in her ear.

A faint light flashed in Mu Qingge's clear eyes. Of course she understands the truth that potential bursts out in adversity. Si Mo threw Jinghai into the Canglan Mountain Range for this purpose.

So, she suppressed her intention to kill, patiently continued to wait.

The venom on the triangular poisonous wolf king's fangs dripped down the tips of the teeth, and Jing Hai rolled his head in reflection to avoid the venom dripping on his face.

This action seemed to provoke the Poison Wolf King.

There was a trace of mockery in its scarlet and cold eyes.

Hold down the claw of Jing Hai's left shoulder, apply a slight force, and tighten it inward——

Click, click!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The smell of blood came from Jinghai's wound.

The pain forced him to scream out.

The cold sweat wet Jing Hai's hair instantly.

His entire left arm, lying weakly, was completely unable to use his strength, unable to drive it.

The goal was achieved, but the Poison Wolf King did not intend to let him go, but slowly raised his right front paw, hooping Jing Hai's head, preventing his head from moving.

The poisonous wolf king cracked the terrifying mouth, and the venom slowly dripped from the fangs again.

Jing Hai's head could not move, he could only see the bright green venom through the fingers between the poisonous wolf king's claws, dripping from the tips of his teeth and coming towards him.

That drop of venom, crystal clear and emerald green, is very beautiful, but it smelled of stench, and a small green flower bloomed on Jing Hai's left cheek.

"Ah-! Ah-!"

Jing Hai cried out in pain, struggling desperately but it was useless.

The venom eroded on his left face, continuously expanding his wound, rotted his skin and flesh and blood, exposing white bones.

Unprecedented pain is constantly irritating Jinghai, but the poisonous wolf king deliberately tortured him, not in a hurry to take his life, just playing with him as a toy.

Jing Hai's painful cry echoed in the woods.

He didn't know that at this moment, not far from him, his most respected person, his teacher and instructor, was watching him.

Despair and unwilling appeared in the bottom of his clear eyes, and hatred and killing intent were reflected in those simple eyes. He stared at the Poison Wolf King, as if he wanted to kill it with his eyes!

Si Mo looked at Mu Qingge, and the calmness of the young man in his arms made him a little worried.

Mu Qingge held his lips lightly, "Boy, it's not a big deal to get some injuries. As long as he still breathes, I can save him."

Although she said so, her clear eyes kept staring at Jing Hai's painful expression and the terrifying wound on his left face. Amidst the blood and blood, the looming white bones made her breath cold.

Si Mo squeezed her hand and said nothing.

Tormenting Jinghai seems to have become a game of interest to the Poison Wolf King.

It crushed Jinghai's bones little by little, almost leaving him with no more intact bones. At this time, even if it left, Jing Hai could not move at all.

Finally, it seemed to be tired of this kind of game. With a long whistle, it opened its blood basin and pointed it at Jing Hai's neck.

The blood vessels jumping there seem to be attracting it, and the blood flowing inside is the best reward for it!

Of course, just when it was about to bite off Jing Hai's blood vessels, Jing Hai suddenly looked at it, and a faint brilliance appeared in those pure and clear eyes.

His eyes seemed to be different from before, and his whole person seemed to have changed.

The poisonous wolf king froze for a moment.

Just in a moment, its sanity seemed to be manipulated, and its fierce eyes instantly became docile.

"Go away." Jing Hai's mouth overflowed with blood foam, and gave orders to the poisonous wolf king.

This order is very ridiculous. If there are other people present, they will burst into laughter when they hear such an embarrassing Jing Hai giving such an order to the fierce Poison Wolf King.

Of course, the poisonous wolf king raised his head under this order, slowly backed two steps, and released Jing Hai's body.

Mu Qingge's eyes shimmered, and he stood up straight from Si Mo's arms, put his hands around his chest, and put them down, looking at Jing Hai with a serious expression.

Without the control of the Poison Wolf King, Jing Hai, whose bones were shattered, could not move.

He lay on the ground and continued to give orders. "leave here."

A trace of unsearchable struggle flashed in the eyes of the Triangle Poisonous Wolf King, but it finally vanished. As if it could not resist the order from Jinghai.

"What a surprise!" Si Mo's voice suddenly came.

Mu Qingge turned his eyes to look at him, eyes full of questions.

Si Mo lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Qingge, a little smile appeared in his amber eyes, "Can Xiao Ge'er know the blood of the Jing family?"

Mu Qingge thought, and replied, "Isn't it just being close to the orcs, can you tame the orcs?"

Si Mo nodded and added: "Strictly speaking, the Jing family’s blood traces back to the source, and it comes from a beast god. Therefore, in their blood, they have the ability to get close to the beast. The danger of clan contact, coupled with their ancestral contract formation, can tame some orcs. However, your little disciple is a mutated bloodline."

"Mutated bloodline!" Mu Qingge's eyes shrank, shocked.

Si Mo’s jaw head, "This is also unexpected to me. There is another ability in his bloodline. That is manipulation! He can manipulate the thinking of the orcs without taming the orcs. Once his This ability can be fully developed, and as his cultivation level increases, what a terrifying ability will it be?"

Mu Qingge's eyes slowly widened in Si Mo's words.

Before her eyes, there seemed to be a fierce picture of Jing Hai commanding an army of beasts.

His control ability seems to be somewhat similar to the Royal Beast Flute, but the Royal Beast Flute is always an external object, but he relies on himself.

"Then his blood is awakened?" The shock in his heart did not make Mu Qingge forget the purpose of Jing Hai being thrown here.

Si Mo nodded, "I'm awakened, but now it's just a self-preservation reaction in an unconscious state. It will take a long time for him to fully grasp this ability and continue to explore."

After speaking, he paused, and added: "Once he can fully control this ability, he can become the true king of the orcs. His manipulation of the orcs will become eternal."

A hint of shock appeared in Mu Qingge's eyes. She took a deep breath and turned to look at Jing Hai.

Under Jing Hai's order, the triangular poisonous wolf king had already turned around, ready to leave here.

But how could Mu Qingge allow it to leave like this?

She flashed, leaving Si Mo, and when she reappeared, she was already standing in front of the Triangle Poisonous Wolf King, blocking its way.

A familiar red touched past my eyes. A trace of trance flashed through Jing Hai's eyes that had become somewhat indifferent. He blurted out: "Instructor!"

His low murmur made Mu Qingge's eyes fall on him.

In a cold tone, she said: "Since you already have the ability to kill it, why let it go?"

"I..." Jing Hai was speechless.

"Women's benevolence will only put you in danger again." Mu Qingge finished speaking, and a long whip full of barbeds appeared in his hand.

She waved the long whip and made a whip in the air, and slammed on the triangle poisonous wolf king.

Whoops——!

On the back of the triangle poisonous wolf king, a hideous wound with deep bones appeared immediately. The barbs on the long whip pulled its flesh, and the pain made it whimper.

Snapped--!

The long whip fell again, leaving a deep whip mark on the triangle poisonous wolf king.

Happiness——!

Mu Qingge was more ruthless than a whip.

Her beautiful face was cold and icy.

Jing Hai could only lie on the ground, looking sideways at her. A layer of anxiety appeared in his magnificent and cold eyes. He seemed to perceive the master's anger.

However, he couldn't tell whether Master's anger was directed at him or directed at the poisonous wolf king.

‘I let the master down! ’

Jing Hai said in his heart.

The whip shadow kept falling on the Poison Wolf King, and it had no power to resist. After a while, the flesh and blood on its body were not intact. Even some whips cracked and shredded its bones.

Although the whip in the singer Mu Qing is not a powerful weapon, she has poured her own spiritual power into each stroke.

The spiritual power of the third level of the silver realm is not something a triangle poisonous wolf king can resist.

"Woo--!"

"Woo-!"

Snapped!

Pop!

Snapped!

The whip was covered with the flesh of the poisonous wolf king.

Suddenly, the long whip wrapped around the poisonous wolf king's neck and slammed it to Jing Hai's side.

boom--!

The huge body of the Poison Wolf King fell heavily, and the **** and hideous wounds were clearly visible in Jing Hai's eyes, causing his pupils to shrink.

"My disciple is also something you can hurt at will?" Mu Qingge's cold voice came.

Jing Hai's body shook, and his eyes were full of surprise and looked at Mu Qingge's location.

‘It turns out that Master’s anger is because he was hurt! 'Jing Hai suddenly understood, and his eyes were a little moist.

"Kill it, use your ability to kill it. Your own grudges, report yourself!" Mu Qingge said again, this time giving orders to Jing Hai.

Mu Qingge's order cannot be disobeyed!

This is the thing Jing Hai remembers most clearly. He gritted his teeth and looked at the Poison Wolf King, whose dying appearance made him wonder whether it still had the ability to execute his orders.

However, he still did what Mu Qingge said!

"Kill yourself!" Jing Hai said to the poisonous wolf king.

The Poison Wolf King whimpered, and while Jing Hai was waiting, he finally raised his front paw and tore his throat.

The blood stained the ground, and the immobile Jing Hai was also soaked in it.

Of course, he smiled happily at Mu Qingge and said weakly: "Instructor, I did it. I won't let you down..." After speaking, he fainted.

Mu Qingge stood on the spot, raised his hand to Jing Hai and sucked, Jing Hai's body flew from the ground and slowly landed on her feet.

Jing Hai's coma was expected.

Mu Qingge didn't appear surprised, but squatted down, pressed his lips tightly, and dealt with his injuries.

Si Mo gave a faint look at the corpse of the Triangular Poisonous Wolf King and waved his hand. The beast core hidden in the skull broke through the head, flew out, and fell into Si Mo's hands.

Xiao Ge'er likes these things so much, he naturally wants to help her get them back.

Turning his eyes back, and seeing Mu Qingge still dealing with Jing Hai's injuries, Si Mo thought for a while and left with the'tu smash'. He didn't go far, just walked to a relatively empty space.

Si Mo gently stroked the hair in his arms, and a smile was drawn at the corner of his mouth.

That smile made Jian in his arms feel a little creepy.

Suddenly, he tapped his big palm twice, and said in a calm voice, "I have done something."

The soft hair on the back of Ya's neck stood upside down. He gritted his teeth and glared at Si Mo, but he still gave in. Relying on the blood pressure of his fierce beast lord, he forced the surrounding orcs to show up...

Gradually, more and more orcs surrounded Si Mo.

These beasts are all above the silver realm in their cultivation level. There are about thousands of heads, various strange things, and various hideous appearances. Among them, a hundred heads had already entered the Golden Realm, but now they were summoned by the breath of 犼, unable to resist.

"It's almost done." Si Mo said to Jian in his arms, and whispered to himself: "If you get all the orcs in this mountain, Xiao Geer will blame me for being cruel."

After speaking, he pulled the corner of his mouth.

Boom boom!

Countless cracks sounded around him. Thousands of orc heads have exploded blood for no reason, and beast nuclei of various colors flew out of their heads, coming towards Si Mo, surrounding him in circles and circles. .

Thousands of orcs fell silently to the ground.

Si Mo looked at the beast cores flying around him with a satisfied smile. With a wave of his hand, he took away thousands of beast cores.

At this time, he seemed to have time to take a look at the corpses of those orcs.

Concentrating on those corpses, in addition to the calmness and wavelessness in his pale eyes, there was nothing but merciless indifference. It seems that these thousands of lives are not worth mentioning before him.

"Can't waste it." He murmured again.

When his voice fell, the souls of thousands of beasts were drawn away from the flesh and turned into emptiness, condensed into a colorful ball in the air, and slowly fell into Si Mo's open palm.

The corpse that had lost its soul quickly shrivelled, and in Si Mo's faint smile, it turned into powder and disappeared in place.

He held the soul ball in his hand, and there was a little more expression in the amber eyes.

After putting the soul ball away, he took Qian towards the place where Mu Qingge was.

"You are more like a beast than I am." On the way, Jian gave an evaluation. Although he killed him, he would not be as generous as Si Mo.

Thousands of orcs died completely in an instant, with no scum left.

And this terrifying man, the reason for doing this is only because his woman likes to collect animal cores!

"Thank you for the compliment." Si Mo smiled faintly, not minding Jian's irony at all.

At this moment, he just wanted to go back to Xiao Ge'er quickly, give her the beast core, and make her smile.

When Si Mo returned to where he was before, Mu Qingge's wound had already been treated by Mu Qingge. Even the wounds on his face were bandaged, and he couldn't see the hideous horror before.

"Little song." Si Mo called softly.

Mu Qingge raised his eyes to look at him, and said to him: "The bones have been connected, and the pill has been taken. It's just that you can't exercise vigorously in the near future and need to rest for a while. However, a scar may be left on his face. Up."

Si Mo walked to her and smiled at her: "Did you deliberately?"

Mu Qingge glared at him, then turned to focus on Jing Hai's left cheek and the wound under his eyes.

After healed, there will be a faint scar the size of a fingertip. If you don't look closely, you can hardly see it. But if you look closely, you can see it.

Leave this scar on purpose?

Si Mo was right, she was indeed deliberate.

In her hands, there are more than ten panacea that can eliminate scars, but she is useless.

"Jing Hai has a kind-hearted character, leaving him with a scar, which will remind him of what I have said to him." Mu Qingge explained.

Si Mo looked at her, faintly raising his eyebrows.

"Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, the spring breeze blows and regenerates." Mu Qingge narrowed his eyes.

Si Mo smiled.

He and Mu Qingge have the same idea of ​​cutting grass and roots.

He took out the thousands of beast cores he had just ‘collected’ and handed them to Mu Qingge. "It's for you."

Mu Qingge took the Qiankun bag, plunged his spiritual sense into it, and immediately saw thousands of beast cores.

Mu Qingge looked at Si Mo in surprise, and said in shock: "Why do you have so many beast cores?"

"Xiaoge'er likes it, I'll get it for you." Si Mo said in a relaxed tone. It is as if these beast cores are fruits plucked from trees.

Mu Qingge took a deep breath.

This man only left for a while, and he brought back so many beast cores. It was terrifying!

"Does Xiao Ge'er like it?" Si Mo asked kindly. It is like a child begging for a reward in front of the elders.

Mu Qingge nodded blankly.

These beast cores probably surpassed what Long Fangwei had gained in January in the mountains. How could she not like it?

"Then there is a reward?" Si Mo leaned down and pursed his lips to Mu Qingge.

The corner of Mu Qingge's mouth twitched, and the corner of his eyes swept over Jing Hai who was still in a coma. He stood on tiptoe, grabbed Si Mo's placket with one hand, and sent his lips up.

She pecked Si Mo's cool pink lips, then immediately let go, raised her eyebrows and smiled at him: "Well done, this Sir Alex will naturally have a reward."

Hearing these words, Si Mo's heart was in full bloom, and his amber eyes suddenly burned.

With those aggressive eyes, Mu Qingge's heart screamed.

But this man unexpectedly didn't have an inch, just stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked the lips touched by Mu Qingge, and said ambiguously: "Very sweet."

Mu Qingge's cheeks flushed, but she pretended to be calm and said, "Well, you taste good too!" Damn! What did labor and management say?

Mu Qingge was embarrassed as soon as he spoke.

In the ear, Si Mo's chuckle came.

She coughed twice, averted her gaze, and said to Si Mo: "First take Jing Hai to meet Mo Yang and the others."

...

Thousands of beast cores naturally represent the killing of thousands of beasts.

Mu Qingge knew this very well, so he didn't ask how these beast cores were obtained. She also didn't think Si Mo was cruel. This was an era of the weak and the strong. The survival of the fittest and the worthless compassion were useless.

Wasn't the human and orc wars that began in the Great Encirclement Hunt also cruel?

The orcs stayed in the Canglan Mountains with good grace, and **** killings were also inevitable. Just like humans walking in this mountain, they may also be killed by the orcs.

In the city of Linchuan origin, the Mu's army guards the city well, and it will also usher in a wave of beasts again and again, with countless casualties.

In this world, there is no right or wrong at all, only strength is divided!

This rule of the game had already been understood when Mu Qingge had just crossed.

So... why should she say that Si Mo is cruel?

It was already evening when Jing Hai and Mo Yang met.

Mo Yang took the Dragon Tooth Guard and chose a place to camp in the mountains, and everything proceeded in an orderly manner.

Seeing Mu Qingge coming back, Mo Yang hurriedly took people over to take Jing Hai.

"Little Sir, Jing Hai..." Mo Yang asked.

Mu Qingge said succinctly: "I was injured in the battle, tell me when I wake up."

Mo Yang nodded and retreated, while Mu Qingge and Si Mo walked towards his tent.

The place chosen by Longyawei to camp is a highland near the stream. The scale is naturally not comparable to the camps on the Sunmu Grassland. They simply stay overnight and leave, so everything is kept simple.

Even the tent where Mu Qingge lives is not surprising, but the layout inside is more comfortable than other tents.

"Boss, you're back!" As soon as he walked outside the tent, Sang Yichen's voice came from behind Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge glanced at Si Mo, who bent over and got into the tent.

Turning around, Mu Qingge saw Sang Yichen running towards her with a look of excitement, followed by Sang Xuewu behind him.

The two came to Mu Qingge, and before they spoke, Mu Qingge took the initiative: "Walk by the stream."

She spoke, how could Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen refuse? Both of them burst into surprise in their eyes, and followed Mu Qingge towards the stream.

To be honest, Mu Qingge didn't know how to deal with the relationship with the siblings.

At Mu Mansion, Mu Xiong must have already received the message he sent back, but he still had to wait for the messenger sent by Si Mo to send the message back.

Coming to the water of the babbling stream, it seemed to isolate the three of them from Longyawei, leaving them a space to talk.

"You grew up in the Sang family, but you still remember Mu's family. For this, it seems that Sang Lan has done a good job." Mu Qingge looked across the stream and said.

As soon as Mu Qingge spoke, Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen couldn't help holding their breath and became nervous.

Because they didn't know what Mu Qingge wanted to say.

The two looked at each other silently, and both chose to be silent.

And Mu Qingge didn't seem to need their answer, and continued: "Go back and tell Sang Lanruo that I will go to Sang's house. If Mu Liancheng can't save her, I will take it away."

These words made Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen wide their eyes in shock.

"Boss, you can't do this!" Sang Yichen said directly.

Can't?

Mu Qingge's eyes shone sharply and turned to face them with a cold face.

The night was shrouded on the three of them, and I don't know whether it was the blazing sun gradually falling, or the temperature around them was a little bit colder because of the cold water.

"Mu Liancheng's surname is Mu, Mu's family is where he should be." Mu Qingge's voice fell cold.

This is for Mu Xiong, for Mu Lianrong, and for Mu Jiajun.

Muliancheng was the son of Mu Xiong, the brother of Mu Lianrong, and the major general of the Mu family army. His homeland was in Linchuan Mu's family, not in the Sang family in the Middle Ages.

"Boss, we didn't mean that. You don't know that in the past ten years, my mother has been exhausted because of her father's affairs. Now, resurrecting her father is the biggest wish to support her living. If you insist on taking him away, she will bear it. Can't help it." Sang Xuewu said hurriedly.

"What's the matter with me?" Mu Qingge said without thinking.

The indifferent tone and some cold sentences made Sang Xuewu and Sang Yichen's heart cold.

They should have refuted it harshly, but when facing Mu Qingge, they couldn't say a word.

Between the three, there was silence. Only the sound of gurgling water is left.

After a while, Sang Xuewu moved closer to Mu Qingge, slowed down, lowered her voice, and said in an imploring tone: "Boss, we all know that you have been wronged a lot over the years. We are sorry for you, but you too You can't anger your mother because of this, don't care about her, don't consider her endurance."

"You are all wrong. Between me and Sang Lanruo, no one owes anyone. To me, my parents died 19 years ago, with no bones left. To me, she just A stranger. It was only for my grandfather to bring back to Mu Liancheng." Mu Qingge said indifferently.

Her tone was very calm, terribly calm.

The calmer, the more panicked Sang Xuewu's sister and brother. The three of them stood in front of each other, but they seemed to be separated by a wall.

This wall was created by nineteen years of indifference, and it cannot be broken overnight.

After a light glance at the two of them, Mu Qingge stepped away and walked towards the camp.

As she walked away, Sang Yichen looked at Sang Xuewu with a sad face and asked, "What should we do? The boss complained too much about his mother."

Sang Xuewu sighed and said in a low voice: "The person who needs to tie the bell to untie the bell. I hope that after the boss sees her mother, she can understand her struggles over the years and ease the relationship between them."

Sang Yichen also sighed heavily.

He didn't know what to do at this time, Sang Xuewu seemed to be the only way.

...

Mu Qingge opened the curtain and entered his tent.

She still had a hint of chill on her face. When Si Mo saw it, she asked, "Who made you angry?"

In the depth of the usual questioning tone, a trace of killing intent has already condensed.

Mu Qingge slowly shook his head, walked to sit down beside him, took off the purple earrings with his own hands, and leaned over Si Mo's lap. Si Mo had never seen Mu Qingge with such a young girl.

There was a strange flash in his eyes, long fingers running through her hair.

After a while, Mu Qingge took a deep breath, started doing it, and shook his head to Si Mo and said, "I'm fine."

"It's okay." Si Mo smiled.

There are some things that you don’t need to ask, as long as each other is fine.

"You said, can people really come back to life? I mean people who have been dead for more than ten years." Mu Qingge pondered for a while, raised his eyes and asked Si Mo.

Si Mo was silent for a moment and nodded, "It depends on what the situation is." He asked with deep meaning in his eyes: "Are you asking your father?"

father!

This unfamiliar vocabulary is just a vocabulary in memory, both to her and to the real Mu Qingge.

Mu Qingge was taken aback for a moment, and then nodded: "Mu Liancheng died in the battle, and his body was taken back to the Sang family of the Middle Ages by Sang Lanruo. If it can be saved, it will be an explanation to the old man and aunt."

"Little Ge'er, don't put too much pressure on yourself." Si Mo rubbed her hair distressedly.

His little songs are always like this, hard-mouthed and soft-hearted. I would ignore it if I said clearly, but I would always try to solve everything.

"I didn't do it for Sang Lanruo." Mu Qingge explained.

Si Mo nodded, "I know, you are for the Mu family."

Mu Qingge nodded heavily.

Embracing such distressing Mu Qingge in his arms, Si Mo's chin rested on top of her head, and a low and magnetic voice came slowly: "If the body is not corrupt, then it means that his soul was locked at the time. In the body. For more than ten years, Sang has nourished the soul with spiritual things to ensure this. If you want to come back from the dead, you must find the blood cocoon flower, the silkworm grass, the fire feather ganoderma and a drop of the blood of the gods and demons to refine them. Sacred-level pill, if you take it to him, it is possible to come back to life."

Alchemy!

Mu Qingge's eyes sank.

The holy pill was the goal she had to achieve.

Of course, the things Si Mo said, she had never heard of them at all, and they must be extremely difficult to find. Not to mention the blood of gods and demons.

"God's blood, you don't have to worry. The other three medicinal materials are hard to find in the heavens and the earth, and I will help you pay attention. To come back to life is to go against the sky, and Xiao Geer doesn't have to embarrass herself too much." Si Mo comforted.

Mu Qingge took a deep breath and said to Si Mo, "Thank you, Amo. However, you still need to tell me the appearance of the blood cocoon flower, filariasis, and fire feather ganoderma."

Si Mo shook his head helplessly, but still stretched out his slender fingers as she wished and tapped lightly between her brows.

In an instant, Mu Qingge had three more paintings in her mind, with three different medicinal materials drawn on them, for her to remember.

"Little Sir, Jing Hai is awake." Outside the tent, Longyawei's voice suddenly came.

Mu Qingge restrained his emotions, put on the ear studs again, and turned into a frivolous little Sir Alex walked out of the tent.

Entering Jinghai's tent, when Jinghai saw Mu Qingge, he would get off the bed and salute.

Mu Qingge stopped him, and said to him: "What's the discomfort of now?"

Jing Hai hurriedly shook his head and said, "There is no discomfort anymore."

Mu Qingge's eyes swept across his left cheek, and said faintly: "Your left cheek may be scarred. If you mind, I can help you remove this scar."

Jing Hai was taken aback, and immediately grinned with a bright smile. "It's okay, I'm a man, it's not a big deal to have scars on my face. I also think I'm too tender, and there is a scar that just looks mighty."

His relief made Mu Qingge nod his head, but still reminded: "I hope you don't forget where this scar comes from."

Jing Hai held his breath, his expression serious, nodded to Mu Qingge and promised: "Instructor, I remember."

"And your ability..." Mu Qingge asked again.

Jing Hai frowned and said, "I don't know what's going on, just at a dangerous moment, there is a voice in my heart telling me what to do, and let the poisonous wolf king give up the idea of ​​killing me."

Mu Qingge didn't ask much, got up and prepared to leave, but just exhorted: "Since you have this talent, then try your best and don't waste it."

"Yes, instructor." Jing Hai responded earnestly.

Mu Qingge didn't tell him about his blood, Jing Hai's growth, she will not interfere too much, and he needs his own efforts. If one day, he wants to go to the Jing family to recognize his ancestor and return to the clan, she will not stop him.

Coming out of Jinghai’s residence, Mu Qingge instructed Mo Yang: "From tomorrow, we will officially start hunting. According to the group, search the hinterland of the Canglan Mountains. Don’t forget to send someone to be an outpost."

Mo Yang nodded, hesitated, he asked: "The brother and sister of the Sang family..."

Mu Qingge pursed his lips and said, "They follow me."

Understanding Mu Qingge's plan, Mo Yang immediately went down to arrange everything.

After patrolling the camp, Mu Qingge returned to his camp. As soon as she entered, she was attracted by a suction force and pulled onto the mattress in the tent.

Mu Qingge threw himself into the man's arms, raised his eyebrows and said, "What do you want to do?"

Si Mo naturally took off her earrings that conceal her identity and smiled ambiguously: "What do you think I want to do? Little song, the night is long, why don't we do something meaningful?"

Mu Qingge twitched the corner of his mouth, looked at the patrolling figure walking back and forth on the tent, and warned the man: "This is in the wild, do you want everyone to watch?"

damn it! Does this man start an affair, regardless of occasion?

"What are you afraid of?" Si Mo turned over and pressed Mu Qingge under him. His fingertips conjured Mu Qingge's long hair that fell on the bed, and smiled at her charming sentient beings. A faint black smoke overflowed from him, filling the entire tent, as if forming a barrier.

"In this way, no one can disturb us." Si Mo grinned slightly.

Mu Qingge's eyes swept around, and it seemed that it was indeed quieter.

Si Mo won't lie to her, this confirmation made her suddenly smile.

She violently applied force, turned over and pressed Si Mo under her body. She stroked his chest with her fingertips, picked up his clothes, and said with a smirk: "Tonight, Lord Sir Alex is in a bad mood. If there is a beauty with his body, how can he refuse?"

After that, she leaned down, quickly kissed Si Mo's lips, and pried his teeth open with a bit of brute force...