How to save this?

Hua Xiaomi was powerless and looked at the mandrill with squinted eyes.

"You are the medical practitioner, okay? I can only kill people, not save people."

Moreover... she looked down at the two boys. One of them was moving in a slight manner. She was not dead yet, and her vitality was really tenacious.

Although he is not dead now, he is almost there. Hua Xiaomi's spiritual sense swept across the two of them, and the old man is already cold.

The young man left a lump around his waist, cough cough... there was a solidified yellow irregular object with milk.

He tried his best to take this thing into his hand and wanted to hand it to Hua Xiaomi, "Avenge, revenge!"

At the last moment, his eyes suddenly bulged, his face turned red and turned pale white. He held his last breath in his throat and could not vomit it out.

Will you die...rest in peace?

"Don't die, wow!" Zhaocai Jinbao felt very frustrated.

When he was in the water before, the pressure of the water flow was a bit high. It was Hua Xiaomi who was washed into the fish by the water. It was these two people who used the body-protecting treasure to help it block the attack.

Zhaocai Jinbao thought that he would save these two people no matter what, but unexpectedly, he finally rescued them and died.

What is this saving people?

It was a medical practitioner, and he had long seen that the men of these two people had broken meridians, their spiritual power was exhausted, and their internal organs were broken. It had no idea how to start, so he went to ask Hua Xiaomi.

"You beg me? Why don't you go directly to the way of heaven! If I could live dead people, I would have been full of grief."

Zhaocai Jinbao squatted down and looked desperate. When he saw the things on the boy's hand, his eyes lit up. He was about to get them, but was interrupted by Hua Xiaomi's "pop".

"Stop looking at anything, you can just pick up anything."

Things may be good things, but Hua Xiaomi does not intend to avenge this person.

"You don't think about it. What kind of cultivation are you? What kind of cultivation are I? Do you have the qualification to help others take revenge?"

The most urgent task is to build a pill, she doesn't have so much spare time to find something for herself.

Besides, she hasn't even finished her own revenge, and she still helps others to avenge her? What a joke!

"Black bears can report, and old monkeys can report."

Zhaocai Jinbao shrank into a ball, and said.

Hua Xiaomi stopped and her face suddenly changed wildly, "Then you go back to find them. Just in the river, you walk back along the way you came. The old monsters of the black bear all regard you as their ancestors, and they will definitely not blame you."

She felt uncomfortable in her heart, so she took a deep breath and prepared to move forward to the snow-capped mountains ahead.

But as soon as she took a step out, she seemed to feel something, turned around quickly and shot out a spiritual shield.

The hand that was pinching her fingers gently, Hua Xiaomi looked up and saw that the yellow milk object in the boy's hand melted automatically, igniting into blue smoke, surrounding her body, with a calm fragrance.

If she hadn't moved quickly, she would have been caught long ago!

Zhaocai Jinbao shook his body and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Hua Xiaomi's eyes flashed with a sharp look and she shouted: "Do you know who it is? The future forest owner of the Forest is not abandoned. If you dare to hurt it, you will be sad all over the forest and will surely destroy your sect and tribe!"

It's quite sad. Although she tried hard to escape, she still had to use the names of black bears and others to scare the enemy at the critical moment.

"Ha~ You don't have to scare me, I'm too lazy to kill a stupid monster."

In front of her, blue smoke gathered, forming a vague figure.

Hua Xiaomi wrinkled her nose. The fragrance was not right, but she also felt it was strange.

In a vague way, she could see that the figure was very young, but her voice seemed vicissitudes of time.

It was a piece of incense. If she was right, the dead boy had a divine thought of the figure in front of him.

"I haven't said much, I haven't been there for a long time. Let's talk about the serious matter first." Piaomiao's shadow corrected his face, and his voice became more and more sad.

"You are right. I am just a divine thought. When those evil cultivators occupied my body, I was already dead..."

This figure is called Qiluan, and is the only Nascent Soul Ancestor in the Pixiang Hall. He is close to the Forest and has the Heavenly Underworld as his backing, so he has also squeezed into the Seven Sects of Tongmo Sorrow.

The Pixiang Temple has been famous for making incense since ancient times. Earlier, several monks said they wanted to buy a few secret recipes for spices.

It is normal to buy and sell spices. No one notices that something is wrong. At most, the amount of spirit stones involved in this business is a bit large.

Just like this, the Pixiang Palace fell in the event of unintentional situation.

Like boiling a frog in warm water, most of the middle and low-level disciples of the entire sect have practiced the martial arts of evil cultivators. By the time the senior management discovered it, it was too late.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, many Jindan monks turned against each other and surrendered.

As a Nascent Soul monk, Qi Luan is used to living a superior life. How could he bear the face and whisper and surrender?

This time, the evil cultivator was obviously prepared. Under the heavy siege, he actually... lost.

The body is occupied, and the Nascent Soul is crushed alive!

He was almost destroyed by his soul and soul. Fortunately, he had a trace of his divine consciousness and hid in the soul fragrance, and was run away by his disciples who had low cultivation.

This escape lasted nearly a hundred years.

The famous and upright Pixiang Hall became the base camp of evil cultivators, and countless evil cultivators were sent to the islands in the north, central, and even eastern Tongmei Realm.

The entire world of tragic tragedy is full of evil cultivators!

No one knows the purpose of evil cultivators, but everyone knows the terribleness of evil cultivators.

Evil cultivators lose all their consciences and everyone can punish them!

"Avenge, I must take revenge. My Pixiang Palace is a well-known sect, how can it be occupied by evil demons?" Qi Luan's voice became excited, and even his smoke figure began to be dazed.

After a while, he calmed down and looked down at Hua Xiaomi proudly, "Give you the fragrance of souls to avenge me, and resolutely support my name!"

It looks like you are honored.

"If there weren't people here, how could you find an ordinary woman like you, and there was a sign that you couldn't look directly at."

If I had known that they would not accept them from the beautiful women in Pixiang Temple.

Of course, all those who practice Taoism are nourished by spiritual energy, and few ugly people are.

Although Hua Xiaomi is not the kind that can’t be found if thrown into the crowd, she is definitely not outstanding, so she is disliked.

After hearing this, she felt helpless, but the more she thought about it, the more she felt uncomfortable.

She said that her cultivation level was low, but she accepted it. One day her cultivation level would improve.

But she is not good-looking? Actually, she doesn't value her face very much, but

Well, she was just unhappy.

I wanted to use fragrance to confuse her. I wonder if she hates spices the most recently? She doesn't even like bananas.

Although she said she would not hurt Zhaocai Jinbao, she would knock her down the next moment and secretly signaled her not to act rashly.

He is so mean, but he dares to pick on others if he asks.

This kind of thing makes Hua Xiaomi feel very uncomfortable.

The magical thoughts of the powerful Nascent Soul? She hasn't argued yet!

"I wonder, are you getting something wrong? I never said I would help you."
Chapter completed!