Concubine Lan still depends on herself to improve her strength.

I can't help her too much.

She was in seclusion in the basement with me. At this moment, she was still sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed.

I looked at it for a while and didn't want to disturb her, so I was about to inquire about Fairy Lily.

However, at this moment, my brows suddenly frowned.

Miao'er's soul suddenly trembled in the map of mountains and rivers.

It seemed as if there was some kind of force that strangled her neck, pinched her with all her strength, and then she broke up wildly. Her three souls and six spirits were about to be completely shattered.

I was shocked!

What's the situation?

Miao'er's injuries have been healed.

There will be no mistakes in Ruyi Tianjue. I prayed at that time to restore Miao'er's injuries. In other words, her injuries were healed.

The reason why I am unconscious is because I have been tortured for many years and my soul is very fragile.

This is also the reason why I used the power of luck to help her keep nourishing her.

In the mountains and rivers, no one can enter without my permission, and it is even more impossible to hurt the people in it.

So what happened to Miao'er?

I grabbed her hand, and the power of creation continued to flow in. I carefully investigated the injuries on her body, but the annoying thing was that I couldn't find out what was wrong.

Ancestral Witch Prayer!

I bit my finger and applied the ancestor witch technique to her over and over again.

Ordinary blood doesn't work, so I made up my mind to force my essence and blood to help her.

But no, her soul is weakening little by little. Her vitality is getting less and less. Her three souls and seven spirits have been separated, and the temperature is getting higher and higher, and the flames may burn at any time. As long as the soul flames are together, the soul will surely be scattered.

An extremely weak voice rang out: "You... don't... force... thank you..."

Miao'er woke up.

But I was not happy, it was obviously a return.

This is holding the last breath of energy, and this is overdrawing the last trace of vitality.

My face was solemn and anxious. I gritted my teeth and said, "Miao'er, don't talk for now. Don't worry, you won't die."

Miao'er's face squeezed a smile and asked with difficulty: "Name...Young Master...What's your name...The next life...Miao'er... will definitely repay his kindness..."

I have no time to answer her.

Miao'er really can't die.

It would be strange if Fairy Lily didn't tear me apart.

In addition, the most important point is that this girl's injuries are very similar to Yan Wushuang, but they are a little lighter than Yan Wushuang's. Whenever she sees her lying there, unconsciously, her voice, appearance, and smile, she is actually three-point similar to Yan Wushuang. I have the softest string in my heart, always playing songs that no one understands. It is sad, sad, and tender as water...

I gritted my teeth, made up my heart, bite the tip of my tongue, and frantically forced out my own essence and blood. One drop, two drops, three drops... Ten drops...

I feel that my realm is almost falling from the Immortal King to the Daluo Golden Immortal.

Miaoer: "Young Master... don't... waste your essence and blood anymore... you... you will... stop moving forward in your life..."

I shouted, "Shut up! No matter what, I will save you."

Miao'er didn't say anything anymore and just looked at me silently.

Fifteen drops of essence and blood...

This is my limit. No matter how many I have, not only will my cultivation stop moving forward in my life, but my realm will also decrease and I will even be seriously injured.

The most important thing is that it is useless to force out essence and blood to use the ancestor witch technique.

etc……

My eyes suddenly lit up.

Damn, the ancestor witch’s technique is useless. I just unlocked a technique of self-sacrifice.

I've never used it before, I've ignored it.

I had a calm face and a very serious expression. I said, "Miao'er, cooperate with me, don't resist, completely relax. If you move your soul and replace your life, you may feel pain, but no matter what, you must hold it back."

I bit my finger and quickly drew a talisman between Miao'er's eyebrows.

Suddenly, the talisman of the sky between Miao'er's eyebrows emitted a faint black light.

An indescribable force appeared.

Pulling Miao'er into my body.

I could feel that Miao'er's soul was mixed with my soul.

I saw it, and saw the past between Miao'er and Fairy Lily.

A long time ago, Miao'er was a little girl, wearing two horned braids, wearing patched clothes, jumping and licking and eating candied haws.

Huh?

Why is a big sister lying in the corner of a narrow alley covered in blood?

Two big rats were wandering around in front of her.

There were three old beggars tearing her clothes.

Miao'er shouted at the top of her voice: "Uncle Guancha, come quickly, someone has killed someone!"

The three beggars were so scared that they ran away.

Miao'er dragged Fairy Lily into the house with her slender arms and weak body.

There is only one elderly grandma in the family who is blind.

But the old lady was kind and kind, and gave water to Fairy Lily and bandaged her wounds. In the middle of winter, in order to nourish Fairy Lily, she killed three hens in the family that lay eggs.

Fairy Lily is cold and rarely speaks.

After half a year, she said goodbye and left.

She squatted on the ground, holding the little girl's hand, and for the first time she solemnly asked the little girl: "Your name is Miao'er?"

The little girl nodded.

Fairy Lily: "If I don't die in half a year, I will give you a fortune."

Half a year later, the Wanhua Star changed its storm and its power was reshuffled. The old star master of the past was rumored to have his cultivation of defiance by a least optimistic disciple. The female disciple was cruel, cunning and insidious, and destroyed tens of thousands of people in the master's sect. He seized power, stepped on the corpse all the way, waded in the blood river, put on a phoenix robe, and stood on the golden chair of the Wanhua Star Sacrifice Hall with his hands in his arms, squinted his eyes, looked down on the world, and asked coldly: "Where is my enemy?"

The ministers bowed their heads and knelt on the ground and trembled: "All are dead."

Fairy Lily asked again: "Where is my friend?"

The ministers trembled more and more: "Star Lord, you have no friends."

Fairy Lily sat slowly on the Golden Chair, the originally empty seat, and placed in the Heaven Sacrifice Hall, which was a seat for the gods. She sat as firm as Mount Tai, and the eight winds remained motionless.

She gently picked up a glass of wine, which was very strong, and it would burn the heart and lungs when it smelled. She took a sip. The originally cold eyes showed a smile that softened into her bones.

She talked to herself, too lazy to care whether anyone understood or not, and she said softly: "A bowl of yellow vine wine, three old hens, sister, wait for me..."

Miao'er's grandmother has passed away.

She followed Fairy Lily, leaving only Fairy Lily as a relative.

And Fairy Lily, isn’t she the only relative?

The two depended on each other for their own lives, Fairy Lily tried every means to help Miao'er improve her strength.

Miao'er's qualifications are mediocre, but she has changed from an ordinary person to an immortal emperor in ten years. Although it is in the early stage.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!