The Demon King looked at the roof with no eyes, laying on the bed without moving, unable to figure out why he suddenly became paralyzed.

During these ten days, he has been teaching Wu Jun to practice the "Wanshou Emperor Sutra". Although Wu Jun is lazy when he has time, he has also practiced his skills to the second level.

If this continues, at most three months, Wu Jun can completely control the Phoenix True Fire, and he can devour him by himself, and then find a secluded place to study the mystery of Nirvana and rebirth.

In order to keep Wu Jun from doubting, he did not do anything extra except eating and sleeping, but why did he suddenly unable to move and unable to even speak...

Just when he was puzzled, Wu Jun walked in with the steaming medicine soup, looked at the Demon King lying on the bed, and sighed helplessly: "Old man, it's time to take medicine."

The Demon Emperor moved his eyes hard, and his eyes stopped on the bowl of ink-like medicine soup in Wu Jun's hand, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Is there something wrong with this medicine soup?

Wu Jun had already arrived at the bedside. Seeing the Demon King glaring at his eyes, he stepped forward and opened his mouth, inserted a thin bamboo tube into his mouth, and slowly fed the medicine.

Wu Jun was also very worried about the old man's condition. While feeding medicine, he said with a sad face: "Maybe there was a problem with your martial arts practice when you were young, which led to excessive physical deficit. Now, when you are injured, all the problems broke out."

"Now the vitality in your body is constantly passing away, and it is almost impossible for gods to save them. You can only treat them as a living horse."

"But don't be afraid, my uncle, yesterday I found an old prescription from my home. You have taken this bowl of medicine first. I will give you a few injections later. I will ensure that you will be alive and bloom immediately! "

“???”

The Demon Emperor was slightly stunned and thought to himself, what does it mean to find another ancestral old party?

Could it be that the medicine I have been drinking these days is not used to treat leg injuries at all?

In an instant, the Demon King suddenly noticed the problem!

Feeling the warm medicinal soup flowing down his throat and into his stomach, emitting a strange aura that constantly eroded his soul, the Demon King's eyes suddenly showed a violent struggle.

Seeing his pupils tremble violently, Wu Jun looked so happy that he could not help himself to find out that he could still save him. He couldn't help but smile and comfort him, "My uncle, don't be excited. It's not too late to celebrate when I completely cure your illness."

Wu Jun said, slowly filling the Demon King with medicine, then packed his body, put the medicine bowl aside, turned around and went to the table.

Soon, Wu Jun took out a set of silver needles as thick as a toothpick, walked back towards the Demon King with a kind smile: "This set of needles is also inherited from our Renxintang. It is called Tianjue Needle, which is specially used to cooperate with the ancestral old party. Well, this needle is very big, please bear it."

The Demon Emperor was stunned at first, then he immediately fell on the set of silver needles, and immediately became scared and sweated.

Tianjue Needle!

The poisonous saint's Tianjue Needle!

In the battle between Han Gushan, the Tianjue Needle of the Ancient Demon Emperor Jiuying was stabbed to death!

Looking at Wu Jun, who was getting closer and closer to him, the Demon Emperor's pupils shrank, and his eyes suddenly popped up-

You don't come here!

...

In the capital, thousands of miles away, on a wide martial arts training ground, Qin Yue'er quickly circulated the true energy in her body, dodging left and right, avoiding the sharp sword energy that was attacking her.

Opposite her, a woman in armor held a long sword in her hand, with a murderous aura, with a sword light in her hand, and her sword was not far from Qin Yue'er's throat, and her face was somewhat similar to Qin Yue'er.

After another sword, a small sword mark was cut out of Qin Yue'er's throat, and blood beads splashed high with the sword energy!

Qin Yue'er noticed that her throat was cut and her body was slightly paused, the woman had already bullied her and came close to her.

A lightning-like kick hit Qin Yue'er hard in the face!

After a bang, Qin Yue'er was chopped to the ground on the spot, and the stone slabs under her instantly smashed into pieces.

Looking at Qin Yue'er who was lying motionless on the ground, the woman in armor shook her head slightly and said in a gentle voice: "Daughter, you seem to have something to worry about."

This woman is Qin Yue'er's mother Zhao Lan.

Zhao Lan was born into a family of generals. He has served as the garrison general of Guanshan more than 20 years ago to guard against the invasion of the demon clan. He has rarely had the opportunity to reunite with Qin Yue'er in recent years.

But she still loves her daughter very much. Not long ago, the Demon Emperor disappeared, the demon clan was in turmoil, and the pressure on the border was greatly reduced. The court sent new generals to replace her back to Beijing to recuperate.

As soon as she got home, she couldn't wait to find her daughter and got along with her affectionately.

Qin Yue'er spit out a mouthful of blood, supported herself and sat up from the ground, looked at the mother in front of her, and said embarrassedly: "Mom, I'm in love with a man."

A terrifying light burst out in Zhao Lan's eyes, and she asked with joy: "What kind of man is it?"

Qin Yue'er's voice, appearance and smile appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but smile: "A doctor with a handsome and elegant heart, kind heart, outstanding literary talent, a natural Buddhist mind, and excellent cooking skills can almost do anything except treating a doctor."

Zhao Lan: "????"

A doctor who can't see a doctor?

So, the man his daughter likes is probably a liar who is very good at coaxing girls into favor!

Zhao Lan glanced at her silly daughter, her mouth twitched twice, and said, "Take him to the capital and introduce him to my mother."

Qin Yue'er stared at the sword in the hand of her loving mother for a few glances, and said hesitantly: "You will scare him like this."

A crack sounded, Zhao Lan broke the sword in her hand with a kind look on her face, and said with a smile: "You silly girl, you are not a tigress, so you won't eat him."

Qin Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned in worry, and said with embarrassment: "He is dedicated to his Renxin Hall, and has never even left Jinhua. I'm afraid he is not willing to come to the capital... Otherwise, you should follow me to Jinhua to find him."

Zhao Lan looked at her daughter's entangled appearance and couldn't help but sneer: "You can't even call someone? I think he doesn't have you in his heart at all, so you'd better die as soon as possible."

Qin Yue'er looked at her mother dissatisfiedly and said angrily: "I'll go write a letter now!" As she said that, she stood up and walked into the room quickly.

After thinking hard for a while, Qin Yue'er finally came up with a wonderful idea, took out a paper and pen, and started writing quickly on the paper.

【Are roast chicken sick, come and treat it quickly!】
Chapter completed!