Holding Xuanyuan Zhirong's body, Mu Jieyu didn't know what to do. She didn't even dare to exert force, feeling that the person in her arms was already a porcelain doll full of cracks, and would fall apart with just the slightest touch!
"Miss, the prince needs you!"
A random shout was like thunder exploding in Mu Jieyu's ears, and Mu Jieyu, who had been shaken out of his soul and was like a zombie, suddenly came back to his senses, suddenly rushed towards Xuanyuan Zhirong, and shouted: "Bai Su!"
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Bai Su immediately unfolded the golden needles he carried and handed them to Mu Jieyu. Mu Jieyu quickly pulled out a row, roughly tore open Xuanyuan Zhirong's clothes, and quickly moved around Xuanyuan Zhirong's tendons and acupuncture points, not pricking them.
Next, he held a row of golden needles between his two fingers and walked slowly but firmly along the tendons towards the heart. The tip of each golden needle was wrapped in a ball of milky white Qi, and finally it was deeply pierced into the heart!
After feeling that Xuanyuan Zhirong was temporarily stable, Mu Jieyu raised his head and said, "Leave here, Bai Su and Zuiyi cut off the road one after another. Wang Ke and I are holding Zhirong."
Xuanyuan Zhirong had gold needles stuck in his body and couldn't carry it, so he could only hold it up left and right. Wang Ke quickly cooperated with Mu Jieyu. Mu Jieyu's skill had not recovered a few levels before he used it on Xuanyuan Zhirong again.
Needle, it took a lot of effort, and it was not as good as Wang Ke at all, but he gritted his teeth, endured the weakness in his body, and tried his best to cooperate with Wang Ke, raising his speed to the extreme.
"Princess, this road..." Wang Ke couldn't help but wonder when he realized that Mu Jieyu didn't seem to be going down the mountain, but was going up the mountain.
"There is a wooden house halfway up the mountain. Zhi Rong needs more reliable treatment and a large amount of precious medicinal materials. They must be kept in Wangyue Mountain." Mu Jieyu walked towards the mountain without stopping.
"Is there anyone living in that wooden house?" Wang Ke asked carefully, thinking carefully.
"It's the same whether you have it or not." Mu Jieyu's eyes were as cold as a knife.
How can a person who can live in the crisis-ridden Wangyue Mountain be an ordinary person? But now Mu Jieyu doesn't care about this. No matter who it is, it's best if he can borrow the house. If he can't, he will rob it!
A few people climbed up the mountainside as fast as they could in only a quarter of an hour. They looked at the exquisite wooden house surrounded by fences, with exotic flowers and plants planted in the yard. The windy and rainy night seemed to be shrouded in a cloud.
Within the invisible barrier, there is mud outside, the branches are covered with rainwater, the open-air yard is clean, the flowers and plants are dry, and the wooden house is not stained by a drop of water.
Another master of formation! She was sure that with such a construction pattern, as long as the owner didn't want to, the earth-shattering thing they had just created would not affect the owner at all.
"The rain is lingering at night, and our junior friend is seriously injured. Please open the door for us, senior!" First salute and then attack, Mu Jieyu let go of Xuanyuan Zhirong, took a few steps forward, and shouted loudly to the inside.
Mu Jieyu's voice was scattered in the wind and rain, without causing a single ripple.
The house was as still as a mountain, without a sound.
Mu Jieyu narrowed his eyes: "Since the senior is not here, and the matter is urgent, I will allow the junior to be arrogant and borrow the valuable land for a while!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Jieyu's five fingers hanging in his water sleeves formed into claws. Regardless of his pale face, he quickly condensed a ball of energy, and a ball of light the size of his thumb floated in his palm.
"With this palm blow, my myriad thread formations will be destroyed, but I'm afraid you will never be able to develop your skills again in your lifetime."
Just before Mu Jieyu was about to swing out his palm, a male voice that was magnetic and moving, like a pair of rings striking each other, floated out from the room.