Chapter 230 I'm going to kill you when I first met Zihuo
That person actually called her a saint.
Feng Lingning'er was shocked, because at this time, she was just a candidate for a saint. It was still unclear whether she could become a saint. It would be treason to say this at this time. Fortunately, there were no outsiders here.
"I'm just a candidate," she explained.
The man said: "You are. You must be."
The determination and reverence revealed in those eyes made Feng Lingninger stunned.
After a while, Feng Lingning'er was stimulated by the pain in her back. She took a deep breath and shrank. The man rushed in anxiously, but he was at a loss as to where to start.
The man thought for a long time, sat down next to her, and said, "I'll help you force the cold needles out."
Feng Lingning'er said: "It's useless. Leshan's cold needle will decompose when it enters the body. It has become liquid and corroded into the spiritual veins. I'm afraid the internal organs are full of cold poison and cannot be forced out."
The man raised his head, his purple eyes were bloodshot, and his face turned a bit pale.
"...Is it scaring you?" Feng Lingning'er immediately said: "Actually, it's not that serious. Let me recover a bit. I think I will find a way."
After talking about it, she really felt guilty. What could she do, unless someone died for her?
The man lowered his head, but still stared at her with his purple eyes. After a while, he snapped his fingers and performed a cleaning technique on her. The green clothes on her body were dried and the blood stains were gone.
Feng Lingning'er lowered her head and looked at herself. She didn't have much strength at the moment, and she believed that the man was the same. There was a medium-sized stone between them, and both of them could barely support themselves by leaning on the stone.
Feng Lingning'er said: "Thank you, but don't waste your spiritual power, you are seriously injured." She pointed at his arm, "You are still bleeding." After saying that, she spit out a mouthful of blood.
The man hurriedly pressed her back to send her spiritual energy. After a while, he found that all the spiritual veins in his Dantian were empty. He stood up in annoyance and said, "I'm going to pick some herbs."
As he stood up, he probably got up too hastily and bent his front knees. However, he quickly eased the discomfort as if nothing had happened and immediately rushed out of the cave. However, he was hit by a sneak attack from the water horse beast that suddenly jumped up and fell to the rock.
The man was knocked unconscious immediately by the wall. Under the inertia, he slipped from the rock wall and fell towards the Green Lake. The water horse beast opened its bloody mouth, waiting for his fall...
At this moment, a green ribbon suddenly tied him up in time, and a force dragged him into the cave.
The man was hit so hard by the rock that he probably had a concussion. His mouth, mouth, ears and nose were all covered in blood. He was dragged and hit against the rock at the entrance of the cave, and he suddenly woke up.
Only then did she see that Feng Lingning'er's black hair was scattered, and the forehead wipe that was originally tied between her forehead turned into a long streamer, with both ends connected to her waist and his waist.
She really tried her best to use her waist strength to tie one end of the ribbon to herself. Her hands were covered in blood and she was shaking slightly before she pulled him in. She couldn't help but spurt out another mouthful of blood.
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This time, she really gave up. She closed her eyes slightly, lowered her chin on the stone, and lay down helpless.
The man shouted anxiously: "Ning'er!!"
Feng Lingning'er said weakly: "Don't, don't go out. Let's recover our strength here first."
The man's eyes were full of guilt and he nodded hastily.
They each lay down on one end of the big stone, each breathing heavily.
Feng Lingning'er rested for a while, then suddenly reacted and was shocked, "What did you just call me?"
The man stared at her with his obsessive purple eyes and said, "Ning'er."
Feng Ling Ning'er woke up, leaned forward, raised her head, and stared at her: "How did you know that my name is Ning'er? Are you...?"
The man said: "You really don't recognize me? Zi Huo. Zi Mo family, Zi Huo."
Speaking of this name, something happened five years ago.
That was what happened when Feng Lingning'er was being sent to Fengling Mountain as a candidate.
That day, at noon, the sky was getting dark. Soon, dark clouds came over the city, a north wind swept over the ground, and lightning was still crawling in the dark clouds. The escort team accelerated their pace, driving the carriage pulled by the Qilin Beast.
Not long after leaving the city, a young man got out of the gorgeous car Feng Ling Ning'er was riding. The young man was twelve or thirteen years old and looked to be not much older than her, but he was covered in blood. She was a little surprised, but he was not shocked.
She screamed, but the young man still covered her mouth and nose.
"Don't scream! If you scream, I will kill you!!"
His whole body smelled of rust, and his whole body was covered with sword wounds. What was placed on Feng Lingning'er's neck was a purple long sword ground from rough purple ink stone, but it was clean and untouched.
One drop of blood.
The guards escorting Feng Lingning'er were all immortal cultivators with high levels of cultivation, and were naturally sensitive to the aura of blood. They immediately shouted at the front of the team: "Everyone, be careful, beware of killers being mixed into the team."
After saying that, the four leading guards reined in their horses and carefully inspected the team. When they came to Feng Lingning'er's side, their eyes were panicked, as if they suddenly knew that the sky was about to fall, but he could only bite the bullet.
As if she was shaking to the sky, she could not conceal her fear and uneasiness. She ran out of Feng Lingning'er's car in a few steps, bowed and said, "Miss!"
The young man's heart was beating so fast that Feng Lingning'er cast a breathing spell to block him behind him. She raised the curtains and said, "What are you doing? It's very noisy."
The team leader said: "There is blood in the car. For safety reasons, please come down and rest first..."
"Don't be nervous. I'm bored in there, playing with the elixirs. Look, these are my new works. I want to show them to the clan leader."
After saying that, he took out a jade bottle and fanned it gently, and sure enough, thick blood came out.
The leader let out a long sigh of relief, said "Okay, okay", stepped back, and the team continued to move forward.
The young man ran for his life for a long time. As he ran for his life, the blood from the wound became more and more violent. The breath-holding spell took effect, and his heartbeat gradually calmed down. He actually lost consciousness and passed out.
Feng Lingning'er took the opportunity to take off the forehead ribbon and quickly tied him up. There was no other way. The escort team were all spiritualists. If he made a sound, it would be a dead end. The space in their carriage was too small to support him.
Opening the barrier is too obvious.
A bad strategy is a bad strategy, but it is always a strategy.
Unexpectedly, he woke up just after the ribbon was tied.
The young man struggled heartbreakingly. Fortunately, Feng Lingning'er had already thought of the lack of trust between them and cast the silent spell early on.
The young man struggled to no avail. He was exhausted and bleeding. Feng Lingning'er looked apologetic and embarrassed and said:
"I said I was here to treat you, do you believe it?"
The young man looked at her with a look that simply hated her.
Feng Lingning'er said: "What I told is the truth."
As soon as she finished speaking, her hands were already pressing his ribs to set his bones. The boy's handsome face was twisted in pain, but he opened his mouth and couldn't say a word. He glared at her and mouthed: "I want to kill him."
you.".
Feng Lingning'er frowned, pretending to be scared, but flicked a pill into his mouth.
Feng Lingning'er panicked and said, "It's broken. I was so anxious just now that I fed you a poison with a snap of my fingers."
Hearing this, the young man was stunned for a moment. After feeling it for a while, his face suddenly turned red and he whispered: "Hemostasis Pill."
Feng Lingning'er smiled, opened his clothes, and applied medicine to him. She completely didn't notice that the blush on the young man's face not only didn't go away, but actually reached the roots of his ears.
From these wounds, she could determine who hurt him, how severe the injuries were, and how deep they were. She frowned deeply, pulled out a bandage from the storage space in the ribbon and bandaged it for him.