"Qian, ah... Qian'er..."

From Nanfengkui's mouth, Yun Qingyue heard fragmented sounds, and the calls were mixed with inhuman pain, like the dying cry of a bird.

Yun Qingyue's hand pushing him suddenly became heavier, and she couldn't do it anymore.

It's just a poor person trapped by love.

Yun Qingyue sighed silently and pretended to reach into her sleeve, but in fact she was folding a small section of thousand-year-old oolong wood from the space.

At that time, Tianxiang beans obtained from Yingdaiyun had successfully taken root and sprouted through the space and grew into small trees. Now, in the space where clouds are filled with joy, there are already rows of thousands of years of oolong trees that are enough to make people from the outside world compete for blood.

No one has noticed that the string of inconspicuous wooden beads on her hand were specially forged for her with a thousand-year-old oolong wood.

And when she hangs Baiyunsheng around her neck, there will be a small wooden bead on the lanyard. She has practiced and forged it herself in order to nourish Baiyunsheng at all times.

If those people saw how the thousand-year-old oolong wood was wasted when Yun Qingyue first started practicing, they would definitely say that Yun Qingyue wasted family.

Yun Qingyue shouted to Qiu Ping: "If you want your master to live longer, come and help me help him up."

Qiu Ping hesitated and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Help him."

Yun Qingyue tried several more times, but still couldn't move Nan Fengkui away from her.

"Don't imagine playing tricks like last time. If you play tricks, we have more ways to make you live worse than death."

Qiu Ping was intimidating Yun Qingyue, but he would still help.

However, he couldn't break up Nan Fengkui, so he could only let Yun Qingyue sit up forcibly.

Although this posture is still speechless, it is better than just now. Yun Qingyue quickly used up his spiritual power.

She injected her spiritual power into the thousand-year-old oolong wood, and slowly, she saw white smoke coming out from the thousand-year-old oolong wood. Then, the white smoke penetrated into Nan Fengkui's nose. Slowly, his expression was less painful. After a while, his hand holding Yun Qingyue's waist gradually relaxed.

Qiu Ping looked at Yun Qingyue's movements in surprise. He kept following Nan Fengkui and knew that every time he had an illness, he would be in pain, and the attack would only become more and more serious.

This is the first time that the horizon has been leveled so quickly this time.

Qiu Ping stared at the branch on Yun Qingyue's hand and finally recognized that it was a thousand-year-old oolong tree.

Surprised that Yun Qingyue had such a treasure on her body. If she could find more thousand-year-old oolong wood, then His Majesty would not have to be so painful.

Thinking of this, Qiu Ping had already made up his mind to find the thousand-year-old oolong wood at any cost.

After a long time, Yun Qingyue stopped seeing that the thousand-year-old Oolong wood could no longer produce the soul-raising energy.

After stopping, she suddenly felt as if her whole body was exhausted, weak and weak.

Only then did Yun Qingyue remember that there was no trace of spiritual energy here for her to replenish her. She was so focused that she didn't even notice her excessive consumption of spiritual power. This was why.

As she was about to lie down on the ground, her hands caught him.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Yun Qingyue met those slightly cold eyes and looked at her inside, but she knew that she was not looking at her there.

"Just over-force."

"Why are you so careless?"

Hearing Nan Fengkui's reproach, Yun Qingyue finally couldn't help rolling her eyes and said, "I'm meddling in other people's business, okay?"

As she said that, she continued to murmur: "If it weren't for the lack of spiritual energy in the world here, would I be like this? Good intentions will not be rewarded."

"I didn't let you save me, I did my best."

"You mean I'm overestimating my abilities? Don't you think this would be more appropriate for you?"

Although he was a little powerless, Yun Qingyue still expressed his thoughts stubbornly.

"Do you know that after the soul breath is gone, your soul will be gone?"

Yun Qingyue frowned and spoke, and overlapped with the beautiful figure in her memory, as if...
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