Chapter 37： True fanatic (2/2)

Sang nodded far away, napping him comfortably. This was also an expected thing. The woman took Mr. Ming's cultivation behavior and sat in the emperor's position for ten years. The strength is simply unimaginable.

After a while, You Wuming's eyebrows moved: ”Xiao Sanguo, don't you really don't give me a big face? I want that kelp!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...”

What the **** is kelp? !

It took a moment for me to remember that I had used needles to knit some spiritual deposits that stuck the wound.

Big face flower, kelp. This guy's rhetoric is really tricky.

She crawled up with her hands and feet, planted a breast for him, and weaved a long kelp by the way, wrapping him into a mummy.

After bandaging the injury, she was amazed to find that she was promoted again! The wood spirit in the body becomes olive green, and there is a clear tendency to deepen.

She acted decisively, gathered more spiritual essence, and inhaled into the body.

In a few moments, the green deepens and another layer of dark green overlays the texture.

She actually moved two ranks in a row, and raised her cultivation base to the eighth heaven of Lingyin! In just such a few days, she was not far from Lingming Realm.

The biggest difference between Lingming Realm and Lingyin Realm is the release of spiritual implication.

Once Jinjie Lingming Realm, she finally really embarked on the road of fantasy, she can also put special effects duangduang!

Just when she secretly excited, You Wuming suddenly opened her eyes, You You said: ”Xiao Sanguo, you try to enter my body...”

Sang was frightened by a big jump, staring at him in horror, thinking he was confused, and said something wrong.

He took a deep breath: ”Don't think about the messy things! I'm not good now!”

Sang Yuanyuan: ”...” You have never done it.

Her eyes made You Wuming rather irritated: ”My body has accumulated the poison of wood, water, fire, and gold, and the injury has only lasted for a long time. I let you use your method to try from my body. Get them out...”

The more he said the more wrong, he pressed his lips and looked at him to kill.

Sang Yuan's eyes were even more inexhaustible, but his face was serious, and he nodded quickly, saying: ”I try, but I can't see the condition inside your body.”

Youming's gaze became meaningful: ”That's my last defense.”

Her heart jumped slightly, her face was not obvious, but she nodded thoughtfully: ”Have you said in advance, if I can't do it, you must not attack me, nor mock me.”

You Wuming is quite speechless: ”Do you only care about this.”

Sang looked at him in a daze: ”Ah? Otherwise?”

He narrowed his eyes: ”I have given your life to you, little mulberry.”

She pecked at his lips with a smile: ”Aren't you mine already?”

She continued to play Tai Chi, avoiding topics that would make him easily retract into the hard shell.

You Wumei raised her eyebrows, rubbed her eyebrows, and nodded to her in a perfunctory and impatient way: ”Begin to start.”

Sang took a few deep breaths and quickly entered the center.

Youming was really different from the past. His outline became blurred. In the chest, a heart full of blue spirits was beating slowly and weakly. She stared at his body with consternation, and was quite startled.

This is true, all defenses have been removed.

If she were an assassin, she would be able to directly attack his fragile ventricle at this moment.

She set her mind, Shen Nian moved in his body, and soon found the poison of the spirit. They belong to other powerful people, so they are like poisonous, corroding the vitality in his body.

The arrow wound on the left, which was very close to the heart, was attached to the lava-like fire poison.

Three inches away, a mass of blue wood poison resembling the imprint of a woman's palm is spreading.

Under the two ribs broken by Huang Fujun, a whole piece of black water was deposited.

Throughout the chest cavity, there are densely distributed other dot-like poisons of white gold and pale black water. These should be the shocking spirit left when fighting hard with Han Shaoling and Huang Fujun.

Sang inhaled from afar, carefully controlling a kelp, diving into his body and wrapping the smallest piece of gold poison.

Among his several opponents, the weakest one is Han Shaolin, so Sang Yuan chose the gold poison left by Han Shaolin to operate. In the unlikely event of an accident, the damage is minimal.

Just as ‘kelp’ wrapped the fine sand-like golden poison and moved it out of the body, Youmei shuddered heavily, and an uncontrollable mumble overflowed.

Sang was shocked, and quickly dissipated Lingyun and opened his eyes to see him.

Then you saw cold sweat permeated your forehead, white lips, and bloodshot eyes.

”Okay.” He gritted his teeth, ”Useful, continue.”

”But you...”

His face was ruthless: ”Relax, I won't bother you again.”

Sang pressed his lips away. She knew that what he wanted at the moment was quick battle and quick fix, to heal the bruising wounds in his body, not to uselessly appease the pity.

”Okay,” she said, ”then you have to hold back, don't shake the body, otherwise the poison spirit will hit the internal organs, and the consequences will be unimaginable.”

You Wuming didn't persuade her when he saw her, her eyes were filled with surprise, her lips were pursed, and she said with pride and grievance: ”Little Mulberry, you look down on me too much!”

Sang continued to work far away.

She had a feeling that when she wrapped up the bruises in his body and forcibly removed them, he suffered as much as bone scraping.

She didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, only that since the two had exchanged, he really turned into a wooden pile, and he didn't move a bit and said nothing. If the heart was still beating, Sang far thought he was alive and dead.

After clearing Han Shaoling's golden poison, she stared at the dot-like water poisons spreading all over his chest. That was the shock of Ling Yun when he struggled hard with Huangfu Jun.

She tried to wrap it with kelp. They were indeed more fierce than Han Shaoling's golden poison, and upon contact, her Lingyun Light Belt was eroded into a round black hole. She wrapped it anxiously, and threw it out of the lifeless body before it burned through her spirit.

A feeling of weakness struck me, and my eyebrows felt uncomfortable after we stayed up late.

The use of these water poisons is extremely terrifying to the loss of her mind and spirit.

After forcibly cleaning up the point-like dispersal of poison, Sang far felt only a whirl of the sky, breaking away from the fixed state.

She looked up and saw that the lifeless look was better, and her cheeks were faintly invisible with a little red, like the first ray of vitality when the serious illness first recovered.

The immediate gains made Sang Yuan feel overjoyed in his heart, and his fatigue seemed to be swept away. She immediately closed her eyes and continued to meditate.

The lava-like fire looked slightly weaker, but it was too close to the heart, and Sang was far from rushing to move them. The whole piece of water poison under the broken ribs was shocking, and it took a lot of kelp to eliminate them, and she is now a bit unable to make ends meet.

She chose to start printing on the blue woman's palm.

Mr. Ming is a strong wood family, and Jiang Yanji has taken his cultivation behavior, and naturally used wood spirit. Who left this palmprint, the answer is coming.

It stays here, and the harm to the lifeless is far more than that on the bright side.

The kelp rolls toward the blue wood poison.

Sang found from a far headache that the wood poison became a whole piece, which could not be wrapped up and taken out little by little like those scattered poisons.

Thinking for a moment, she threw a sun flower on his chest, and then pulled out a strand of leaf needles, winding up to the palm print.

The tip of the leaf needle cuts into the edge of the wood palm print.

A bitter ”sizzling” sound rang through my mind. Sang far felt only a sharp tingling in his skull, and the leaf needles of the sun flower instantly blackened and broken.

Sang was dizzy from afar, vigorously vigorously looking away, and seeing the edge of the palm print, she had successfully cut a tiny piece of debris.

She gritted her teeth, wrapped it, and threw out a lifeless body.

The head swelled with pain.

Seeing that You Wuming did not sway, she clenched her teeth and continued to send Ye Jian to deal with that Mudu palm print.

She has the illusion of dying with Jiang Yanji.

This illusion made her blind and mad.

In her mind, she seemed to have become a heroic female warrior, brandishing her sword and hacking at Jiang Yanji with her face covered, and yelling yelled in her mouth.

I don't know how long after that, the palm print was cut by her fiercely with Ling Chi's finger, leaving only a bare slap.

Looking at this rather weak and helpless slap, Sang Yuan's heart couldn't help but show a burst of joy, as if she really treated Jiang Yanji to Ling.

Just as she stopped to take a breath, Yumei suddenly moved.

He leaned forward and kissed her lips coldly.

Sang Yuan was shocked in his heart and opened his eyes.

I saw this man with a pale face, but his movements were strong and neat, and he could not resist.

He pushed her backwards and pressed on the bedding.

”Ok?”

The other party closed her eyes and did not respond to her queries.

He kissed and looted fiercely, as if to take her apart.

Sang Yuan's head was dizzy and raised his hand subconsciously to push him.

He made a move, freed a big hand, and repeated it mercilessly in front of her, rolling.

Sang took a breath of air from afar, only to feel that all his strength was taken by him, his body was soft, and his calves were a little cramped.

Youmei breathed heavily, breathing fiercely, kissing her violently with a grin, her weakness was swept away, and the whole person was like a volcano that was about to erupt.

Just when Sang far thought he was in a catastrophe, Youwu suddenly let go of her, turned to the side, panting, and said, ”Sang is not near.”

Sang hurriedly climbed up far away, blushing and arranging his clothes and hair.

It turned out that an entire night had passed, and Sang Bu came to the street outside with three carts.

You Wuming led a group of Shadow Shadow Guards out of the door, and Sang Bu looked at each other, and they looked at each other very disagreeably.

Sang Bujin is still dressed as a woman. Today he drew golden eyeliners, and his eyes seemed to be soaring into phoenixes at any time.

He stared at Sang's far-flushed face and slightly swollen lips, his eyes gradually getting stronger.

He strode to the front of You Wuming, pressed his voice, and said bitterly: ”From now on, I would like to spend the night alone with my little sister.”

Youmei chuckled, her brow furrowed provocatively: ”Then will you accompany me?”

Sang sighed far away and dragged the spirited injury into the car.

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