Morning Star

Chapter 381 9'er, it's all right now

Xu Lian and Sima Lang's hearts trembled, and they clenched their weapons tightly and became extremely alert.

The disciples of the Xu and Sima families who were guarding the two men also raised their weapons and became alert.

Chujiu ordered coldly: "Leave no one alive."

The sound sounded calm and peaceful, yet it was so cold that it made people's ears shiver.

"Yes." The Mo Yu Army and the Chu family disciples received the order and took action.

The two sides started fighting again.

Chujiu's opponents are Xu Lian and Sima Lang.

Mo Xinglan frowned as he looked at everything in front of him, then raised his foot to help Chujiu.

"Snapped!"

Just when he was halfway there, a stream of spiritual energy flew towards the ground beneath his feet.

It’s not someone else, it’s the ninth day of the first lunar month.

"I told you to guard her!" Chujiu glared at him coldly.

Mo Xinglan: “…”

His eyes darkened, and after hesitating for a moment, he returned to his original position. But he did not sit there and wait for death.

Xuan Li drew his sword, and with his mind he flew the sword towards Chu Jiu to protect her.

Xu Lian had previously shown disdain when she saw Chujiu fighting against two of them alone, and she didn't care even if Mo Xinglan was helping her. But as the fight went on, she gradually became shocked.

Even with Mo Xinglan's help, she couldn't get into Chujiu's body, let alone hurt Chujiu.

But Chujiu fought back without regard for her life, and her strength was insanely great. It felt like a thousand-pound weight was hitting her body, and if it weren't for her spiritual energy protecting her, her bones would have been broken.

After a while, Chujiu kicked him to the ground and he couldn't get up.

But Sima Lang had already died under Mo Xinglan's sword.

Xu Lian was so focused on fighting Chujiu that she didn't notice this. Or maybe she noticed it but couldn't spare any effort to help.

In times of crisis, people always selfishly want to save their own lives first.

Looking at Chujiu who was getting closer and closer with a spear in hand, at this moment, she felt like a ghost crawling out of hell.

Xu Lian supported herself on the ground with both hands and slowly moved her body backwards. She didn't remember Sima Lang at all, and just wanted to save her own life: "You, don't kill me, I, I'll tell you a secret, about you."

"..."

Chujiu continued walking forward step by step as if he didn't hear anything.

He came in front of her, swung the spear, and stabbed her shoulder.

"what!"

He pulled it out and thrust it into her thigh again.

"Uh!"

Xu Lian screamed in pain.

When he knew that Chujiu was not going to kill him directly, but was going to torture him, his heart sank. Unreasonable fear finally arose.

Seeing that the next shot was about to come, he shouted: "Please, don't kill me, don't kill me. I will tell you, tell you your secret."

Chujiu stabbed her other leg without stopping.

"what!"

Xu Lian finally realized that she would never let her go.

So he stopped begging for mercy and laughed sarcastically: "Hahahaha... Chujiu, if you kill me today, that slave girl will never be able to come back to life, hahahaha..."

"If I die, I can still drag someone down with me. That's enough, hahahaha..."

Chujiu tightened his grip on the spear and this time stabbed it into her abdomen.

"Uh!"

Xu Lian spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed: "Ha, hahahaha... Chujiu, you are so pitiful. Do you know what the secret is?"

"You were born with nine-star spiritual roots, how wonderful! What a pity! In order to save a person who has no blood relationship with you, your parents dug out your nine-star spiritual roots when you were just two months old. Hahahaha..."

Chujiu paused with the spear in his hand.

"Do you know who your parents gave your Nine Star Spiritual Root to? Hahaha...it's your so-called second sister Chu Furong...don't you realize that she doesn't look like you at all?"

She laughed wildly and mocked, but her face was distorted by the severe pain: "Chujiu, do you know what it means to have your spiritual roots cut open while you're still alive? You'll die! Hahahaha... Your parents would rather you die than save an insignificant person..."

"Chujiu, your parents have never loved you. They have never treated you as their daughter. You are so pitiful! Hahahaha..."

"Shut up!"

Chujiu, who had always had a cold face, finally showed a change of expression.

Ferocious, resentful, bloodthirsty killing...

She wanted to tear the woman in front of her into pieces.

The hand holding the spear poked many holes in Xu Lian's body without stopping.

Bright red blood splattered everywhere on her face, clothes, and hands.

Even though Xu Lian had passed away, she did not stop, as if even Xu Lian's death could not alleviate the hatred in her heart.

"Go to hell!"

"Go to hell!"

"Go to hell..."

He roared in anger as if possessed by a demon.

The remaining Demon Feather Army and Chu Family disciples stood together, with their heads lowered, in complete silence.

Even though they were used to seeing dead people, they couldn't bear to look at Xu Lian's body.

Mo Xinglan, who was not far away, saw it all and felt pain in his heart. After going through so much, how could he not understand her feelings?

I can't bear to see her become like me. It's painful for her to just live in this world.

He walked slowly to her side: "Jiuer..."

"bass!"

The bloody spear, as if frightened, cut through the wind and swung towards the boy's snow-white, fragile neck.

Mo Xinglan neither hid nor avoided.

The sharp gun blade stopped just before touching his neck.

Chujiu stared at him coldly with eyes full of hostility, as if he had forgotten who the person in front of him was.

Mo Xinglan's face was pale and his eyes were full of heartache and pity. He approached her and gently wiped the blood off her face.

"Jiu'er, it's okay now."

Like a person who was about to fall off a cliff and was suddenly pulled, Chujiu's long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Bang!"

The hand holding the Lingyun spear trembled, and the spear fell to the ground.

The hostility in his eyes gradually dissipated, and clarity returned.

"Star……"

He swayed and lost consciousness.

Mo Xinglan held the girl gently in his arms and carefully kissed her pale forehead.

……

First home.

Chujiu's prediction turned out to be correct. Xu Jiahe not only sent people to the arena but also went to Chu's house.

How can the Chu family have the ability to fight back when there are injured people everywhere?

Fortunately, preparations had been made in advance. Xiang Tingqin brought the Chu family into the Wanfang Realm, leaving Zhuohua outside.

When the Xu family arrived, they were confused to see that there was no one from the Chu family.

There was no news that the Chu family would leave, but no one left. How could so many people disappear out of thin air?

So he started searching Chu's house with all his might.

Zhuohua had already listened to Xiang Tingqin's warnings, so how could he let them search the Chu family so casually? He immediately stepped forward and killed many people.

He was very strong, and the Xu family was no match for him. But two fists could not defeat four hands, and after a while, he was covered in wounds.

Later, Chi Feng and Hua Hua arrived, and the three demons fighting side by side actually had a chance of winning.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Xu family took the remaining people and evacuated the Chu family.

After this battle, Zhuohua, Chifeng, and Huahua, oh no, the relationship between the three demons became better. Of course, Chifeng would still quarrel with Huahua.

……

Mo Xinglan said a few words to the leader of the Moyu Army and then took Chujiu and quickly rushed to the Demon Realm.

He had been using Reiki to treat her on the way.

After returning to the Demon Palace, he used the Half-Life Pearl to transfer all of Chujiu's injuries to himself.

Without having time to worry too much, he helped Chujiu clean the blood off her body, changed her clothes, and settled her down before treating her wounds.

The injury was still quite serious, but fortunately it was not caused by any special spiritual weapon, and he himself was strong, so he would be able to recover in a few days.

Two days passed in a flash.

But Chujiu didn't wake up in the past two days.

Although he had no injuries on his body, he just didn't wake up, and even had a high fever that recurred repeatedly.

At this moment, on the bed in the bedroom, the girl with her eyes closed had two abnormal blushes on her face and her tears were sliding into her hair as she muttered in her sleep.

"Little green radish...don't...sleep..."

Mo Xinglan frowned and sat on the stool beside the bed, raising his hand to gently wipe away the tears from the corners of the girl's eyes.

He held one of her hands in his, knowing that the girl in the dream couldn't hear him, he still begged: "Jiu'er, can you wake up? Hmm? Wake up and look at me. I'm still by your side."

Injuries can be transferred, but high fever cannot be transferred, and he didn't know why she was unwilling to wake up.

Her temperature was clearly normal yesterday, but after sleeping for a night she developed a high fever again.

His words seemed to have worked. The girl stopped murmuring and fell asleep quietly again.

He stood up and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, put her hand into the quilt, and tucked the quilt in for her.

Caressing her face gently, "Be good, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he turned and left the room, and told Shi Yuan to stay there and tell him as soon as anything happened.

A moment later he came to the pharmacy, fiddled with it for a while, and poured the medicine in the medicine pot into the bowl.

He lifted up his left sleeve, looked at the white wrist, and raised the corners of his lips in self-mockery.

If she knew he fed her blood again, she would be angry again. But who made her refuse to wake up?

He raised his fingers, gathered spiritual energy and cut his wrist, and the blood fell into the medicine.

When he returned to the bedroom with the medicine, his already pale face turned even paler.

After asking Shiyuan to retreat, he picked Chujiu up from the bed and let her lean on him.

He held the medicine bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other and fed the medicine into her mouth.

The medicine is bitter in nature, but after adding blood, it becomes bittersweet.

Chujiu could still tolerate the bitter taste alone, but this strange taste really made it difficult for her to swallow.

He took just one sip and then frowned, refusing to drink any more.

She closed her eyes and tears streamed down her face, as if Mo Xinglan had bullied her.

"You will feel less uncomfortable after drinking the medicine." Mo Xinglan became anxious when he saw that she refused to drink it, but he patiently whispered softly in her ear.

"Woo..." Chujiu seemed to be aware of what he was saying, sobbing and closing her mouth tightly, no matter how hard Mo Xinglan tried to pry her lips open, she couldn't. Instead, it made her cry even harder.