Eleven activated its power and really sent Mu Yao's spiritual soul back to its original body.

[Host, you have to hold on, it only takes three minutes at most.]

[Three minutes are enough.] A white light appeared in Mu Yao's palm, and a dagger appeared.

Mu Yao looked down at the position of her heart, and the dagger in her hand stabbed. The sharp dagger pierced into her heart, and some blood beads emerged.

The biting pain spread, Mu Yao's brows frowned together. She held back her breath and used her magic power to put the essence and blood into the small porcelain bottle.

【Okay, go back.】

Mu Yao's consciousness fell into darkness and became clear again, and she returned to the inn room.

Mu Yao immediately used magic power to condense the essence and blood and sent it to Feng Ling's mouth, and then used the remaining essence and blood to draw a talisman and seal it at Feng Ling's eyebrows.

The talisman flashed a few times and then hid in Feng Ling's eyebrows and disappeared.

After doing all this, I fell to the ground with some weakness.

She is a nine-tailed fox. The blood in the heart of the nine-tailed fox has the effect of purifying evil spirits, which can keep Feng Ling clear and help him break the illusion.

It is to take out the essence and blood from the heart, which will damage both the magic power and the body. Even her current spiritual soul feels a little weak.

Eleven looked at the weak Mu Yao and asked with concern: [Host, are you okay?]

Mu Yao shook her head lightly, [I'm fine, just take a rest.]

Mu Yao stood up from the ground and walked to the bed to sit down. Seeing Feng Ling's frown brows relieved a lot, she also relieved her heart.

Mu Yao took off her shoes and went to bed, raised Feng Ling's arm, pillowed on his arm and raised her hand to stroke his cold side face.

"You have to wake up quickly and don't waste my blood in vain."

After saying this, Mu Yao's eyelids blinked weakly and then dropped down, fainting.

*

noon.

Feng Ling woke up slowly and suddenly returned to reality from the illusion, and his consciousness was in a moment of trance.

Looking at the arrangement of the room, Feng Ling was stunned.

He remembered that he ran to a cave, why did he return to the inn?

Just as Feng Ling was about to get up, he felt that his arm was pressed down by something.

He turned around and saw Mu Yao pillowing on his arm.

Seeing Mu Yao's face, he was stunned.

Because he saw Mu Yao in the illusion.

But it's a little different from her current face.

In his illusion, he became a demon, and Mu Yao was a fairy who was demoted to the mortal world.

Mu Yao found him, helped him solve the problem, cared about him, and kept guiding him to be kind.

Later, the two fell in love even more and lived on the snow-capped mountains.

I was really happy and very happy during that period, so happy that he didn't want to leave.

But in the end, his consciousness returned to clear light and finally broke free from the illusion.

Thinking of everything that happened in the illusion, they would hold hands to watch the flying snow, travel around the mountains and rivers, and embrace it.

There are even more intimate things.

When I thought of those things, I saw Mu Yao, who was now pillowing on his arm, his apprentice.

He suddenly felt guilty.

Feng Ling immediately pulled her arm back, got off the bed, and distanced herself from Mu Yao.

It's over, he's really crazy.

He actually thought of his apprentice in the illusion.

He is really crazy.

Was it stimulated by the bold Mu Yao?

No, he can't stay with Mu Yao anymore, otherwise he will really go crazy.

Feng Ling quickly walked to the table, poured a glass of water to drink, trying to suppress the panic in her heart.

But there was a bloody smell when the spiritual tea entered the mouth.

Feng Ling spitted out the spiritual tea, lowered her head and smelled the spiritual tea in her hand, which was a normal fragrance.

It’s not that there is something wrong with Lingcha, it’s that there is a bloody smell in his mouth.

Could it be that he was injured?

Feng Ling checked his body and was not injured anywhere.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't figure it out, and Feng Ling stopped thinking about it.

Feng Ling calmed down his mind. As long as he didn't say it himself, no one knew what he saw in the illusion.

As long as he sends Mu Yao back to the Taixu Sect, and then goes to the Wanmo Cave to find the Tongshen Grass. After Mu Yao recovers, everything will be back on track.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling's panic and unstable mood improved a lot.

He turned around and walked to the bed, looked at Mu Yao who was still sleeping, and called out to her.

"Mu Yao."

No response.

Feng Ling continued to shout twice, but still did not respond.

Could it be that her sea of ​​consciousness is in chaos again?

Feng Ling injected his spiritual sense into Mu Yao's sea of ​​consciousness. Mu Yao's spiritual sense was not irritable, but was still calm.

And it also feels weak.

Just when Feng Ling was puzzled, he glanced at the blood on Mu Yao's finger from the corner of his eyes.

He raised his hand to pinch Mu Yao's wrist and raised Mu Yao's hand.

Looking at the blood on Mu Yao's hands, she was weak at the moment, and when she thought about the bloody smell in his mouth, Feng Ling seemed to suddenly understand something.

Could it be that he ran back in a daze after being trapped in the illusion, Mu Yao saw it, and in order to save him, he turned into such a weak look?

Feng Ling took out two pills and stuffed them into Mu Yao's mouth.

Forget it, let's wait a little longer and send her back after she recovers.

Mu Yao fainted until she woke up at night.

*

Feng Ling was standing beside the bed and looking outside.

Today is a festival in the mortal world, so the streets are very lively, with people coming and going, laughing and laughing, and there is a fireworks.

Just as Feng Ling was watching, she felt a breath approaching.

He turned around and saw Mu Yao walking to his side.

Feng Ling looked at the sober Mu Yao, and the things he didn't want to think of appeared again, which made him feel indescribable embarrassment.

After hesitating for a while, he still asked, "I feel better?"

Mu Yao nodded gently, "It's much better."

Feng Ling said coldly: "Since it's much better, you can go back tomorrow."

Mu Yao turned to look at Feng Ling, "Will Master go back with me?"

Feng Ling looked outside intently, without giving Mu Yao a single look, and her voice was as cold as a stranger, "Master has something to do."

Mu Yao took two steps to Feng Ling's place, "Why don't I go with my master? Someone can take care of you, and you are not that boring along the way."

Feeling Mu Yao's approaching, Feng Ling held back and did not retreat. His body hidden under his clothes was tense.

"No, you don't have to worry about your teacher."

"Master is too ruthless, right?" Mu Yao chuckled, then stepped forward to Feng Ling, reached out to grab Feng Ling's collar, and forced him to lower his head to look at her.

"Has the master forgotten everything between you and me?"

Mu Yao's black eyes were filled with a seductive smile, and there was a little ambiguity in her ambiguous words.

Hearing Mu Yao say this, Feng Ling's pupils suddenly shrank, and her heartbeat stopped for a moment, and she jumped wildly.
Chapter completed!