One of the three thousand small worlds, Nanting Fairyland.
On the ancient road after heavy rain, an old donkey cart was driving slowly.
There was an old Taoist priest wearing a bright yellow Taoist robe sitting on the front board of the wooden carriage.
He was drowsy with his head drooped, his hands folded and inserted into the left and right armholes, snoring from time to time, and drooling all the time.
"Click."
The deformed wheel covered with mud rolled over a large raised rock, immediately waking up the sleeping old Taoist priest.
He hurriedly grabbed the reins around the black donkey's neck and cursed: "You bastard, don't you know how to keep an eye on me?"
"It's nothing to disturb my dream. There's a half-dead man lying in the carriage."
Frustrated, he turned around and opened the curtain door hung with coarse cloth, and carefully looked at the seriously injured young man who was still unconscious.
His hair was messy, his face was sallow, and his body's breath was a mess.
The internal organs were severely damaged, the Dantian was destroyed, and the meridians were all severed.
Including all the bones in his body that supported him to stand up, they were all shattered by the sharp sword energy.
The appearance was so miserable that even the old Taoist priests who had long been accustomed to seeing the bloody storms in the immortal world could not help but sigh with emotion.
"You, you, why don't you just stay in China?"
"Become an immortal and attain enlightenment, and live as long as the heavens. Hey, sometimes it's better to be free and comfortable than just a mortal."
"You are suffering, life is worse than death. It is also difficult for me to take you, hiding here and there, like a lost dog."
Cursing, he took out a small jade box from the Qiankun bag, poured out a longan-sized white elixir with a painful expression on his face and said: "Metal wounds are easy to heal, but the Dantian is difficult to save."
"I don't have the three-winged golden cicada on me to help you repair your Dantian. I can barely help you heal the cracked internal organs."
"Besides, this is the second time that your Dantian has been damaged. Compared to the slight injury you suffered the first time, this second time, tsk, is troublesome, very troublesome."
"Even if I have the three-winged golden cicada in my hand, I can't guarantee that I can definitely cure you."
"On the surface, that girl left you a way to survive, but in fact, she didn't give you a chance to make a comeback."
Shaking his head with pity in his eyes, Mo Zi Ao, who had escaped from Qingfeng City to the small world, opened Suning's lips, forced the white elixir into his mouth and said, "I saved you in order to complete the path of reincarnation that I have a deep obsession with."
"It's God's blessing that I can protect you from death. Don't even think about starting it all over again."
"Although the hope is slim, who can bring you back from hell next time?"
Putting a finger on Suning's chest, he activated his immortal power and carefully refined the medicine for it, saying, "Black lump, where are you?"
The big black donkey raised its head and sneezed, mouthing human words: "We are almost reaching Hongshuang City."
Mo Zi Ao complained: "Then why bother? Hurry up and hurry up."
"Hey, every day, no one has trouble."
Talking to oneself, sighing.
The big black donkey rolled his eyes humanely, and his speed suddenly increased.
Half an hour later, at the gate of the city where people were coming and going, Mo Zi Ao accompanied his smiling face and took out three low-grade spiritual stones and entered the city smoothly.
The big black donkey asked: "Where to go?"
"Should you go to the hacker's inn where you stayed three years ago, or go directly to the Nanting Palace?"
"Don't blame me for talking too much. The small world here is under the jurisdiction of "Junyuan Emperor"."
"That guy is Jiang Changnian's number one suitor."
"Walking around with Suning in his territory, I always feel that you are out of your mind and are playing with fire."
Mo Zi Ao laughed a few times, but didn't take it to heart at all and said: "Zhao Junyuan is only in the middle stage of the seventeenth level of a true immortal, how can he sense my existence?"
"Do you think everyone is as boring as Luo Chen, who is always trying to extract the origin of a world to find people?"
