The stunning beauty is spoiled by the fast-wearing bosses

Chapter 451 The Last Journey (16)

Mo Shang felt inexplicably annoyed when he saw the woman suddenly withdraw from his arms.

Without hesitation, he strode out of the room.

Yan Xue looked at her master, whose breath was barely moving and whose heart was almost broken, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

With trembling hands, she pulled out a handful of pills from the space and carefully put them into her master's mouth.

Huo Wunian doesn’t know what elixir is, so he eats whatever his disciple gives him?

Yan Xue sobbed and said, "Master, please don't come again, don't come again..."

He stuffed the all-important scroll in his hand into his master's arms and used the last bit of his strength to successfully activate the scroll.

As a dazzling light flashed, the master's figure gradually became transparent and finally disappeared completely in front of Yan Xue.

At this moment, Yan Xue, who had been struggling to hold on, could no longer bear it. Her eyes went dark and she fainted on the ground.

At this moment in the Kunlun Sect's meeting hall,

Ever since his junior sister went to the Demon Realm to look for her beloved disciple, Sect Leader Guo has never left this place.

Even though the junior sister was carrying a scroll that could save her life, she was still in danger of death facing the numerous crises in the Demon Realm.

He was staring at his junior sister's life card with a serious expression, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and prayed silently to God, hoping that his junior sister would return safely.

Suddenly, a black shadow appeared on the ground.

Sect Leader Guo looked closely and found that it was his junior sister!

He felt ecstatic and walked quickly towards the figure.

However, when he approached, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. He saw that the apprentice sister had closed her eyes tightly, her face was as pale as paper, and she was unconscious.

Her body was covered in scars and blood, which was a shocking sight.

He was extremely anxious and quickly reached out to hold his junior sister's wrist and took her pulse to diagnose her.

This feeling of his pulse made his heart sink to the bottom in an instant. All his heart veins were broken and his life was in danger!

Fortunately, there is always a way out. Her junior sister had taken a high-level elixir before. Although it protected her heart meridian, her cultivation level...

He sighed and thought, as long as one is alive.

the other side,

When Mo Shang stepped into the room again, he saw the woman lying quietly on the ground, without any sound.

Mo Shang approached slowly, a hint of doubt rising in his heart.

He raised his foot and kicked the woman lightly, but she did not move at all.

At this moment, a teasing voice sounded in his mind: "Xiao Shangshang, were you moved just now?"

Mo Shang's face darkened instantly, and he snorted coldly: "No! Absolutely not!"

But the voice continued to tease, "Yes, it is. This is the first time in three thousand years that a Taoist has escaped from your hands."

Mo Shang suppressed his anger and retorted impatiently: "I just feel sorry for her!"

After saying that, he simply blocked out the voice in his mind and ignored it.

Mo Shang took a deep breath and looked at the woman on the ground.

At this moment, he felt inexplicably irritated.

He sat back on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his inner turmoil through meditation.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, he slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

He paced back and forth in the room, his steps seeming heavy and anxious.

For some reason, my eyes always involuntarily fell on the unconscious woman.

Finally, he stopped and walked over to the woman.

This time, he increased the force of his foot and kicked the woman hard. The woman was kicked several meters away.

"Hey, get up! Stop playing dead!"

Seeing that the woman still didn't respond, he kicked her a few more times and shouted at her in a louder voice, "I'm talking to you, get up!"

However, no matter how he called, the woman remained motionless.

Mo Shang frowned and had no choice but to squat down.

He stared at the woman's pale face, hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hands, carefully picked her up from the ground and placed her on the bed.

A few days later, the atmosphere in the majestic Demon Palace became extremely depressing.

Mo Shang was standing in the hall with an angry face. His eagle-like eyes were filled with rage.

With a sudden swing of his right hand, the cup in his hand flew straight out, and with a bang it fell heavily on the hard ground, instantly breaking into pieces, with fragments scattering everywhere.

"What the hell is going on! Where is the witch doctor I asked you to find? You are a bunch of useless things, all trash! What use are you? Drag all of you out and kill you!"

Mo Shang roared, his voice was deafening, as if it could penetrate the entire palace.

Guangyin, who was standing by, saw this and hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and advised: "Demon Lord, calm down. If you continue to kill like this, there will really be no more magic doctors left in the Demon Palace."

As he spoke, he raised his head and carefully observed Mo Shang's expression.

Mo Shang snorted coldly, his eyes were still cold, but he had slightly suppressed his anger. He said in a deep voice: "Keep looking! Keep looking! Why hasn't that woman woken up yet?"

Guangyin frowned. They had already consulted five magic doctors, but none of them could find the problem.

After thinking for a while, he said uncertainly: "Demon Lord, I think this matter is a little strange. Fairy Jinghong is a Taoist practitioner, and our magic doctor may not be able to cure her.

In my opinion, it would be better to go outside to find a doctor, maybe there will be a turn for the better."

Mo Shang frowned slightly after hearing this, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "Well, what you said makes sense. Go and make the arrangements quickly!"

Guangyin took the order and left.

For ten whole days, the entire Demon Palace was shrouded in a low atmosphere of pressure.

Recalling ten days ago, when the Demon Lord entered the Demon Palace holding the unconscious Fairy Jinghong, everyone was confused and didn't know what had happened.

No one had expected that the fairy Jinghong, who usually seemed so high and mighty and like a banished immortal, would fall ill here, and her condition became increasingly serious and showed no sign of improvement.

What surprised them the most was that their Demon Lord, who had always been high and mighty, acted as if all the people in the world had died and he would not even blink an eye.

However, he became extremely irritable and would fly into a rage at the slightest thing that did not go his way. Already, two demon kings and seventeen demon generals had been punished for their poor performance.

Everyone in the palace was trembling with fear and treading on thin ice, and they acted extremely carefully, for fear of accidentally angering this moody Demon Lord.

The people below have already started calling Fairy Jinghong the Demon Queen.

This title also reached Mo Shang's ears. Mo Shang said nothing. Everyone thought that the Lord had agreed, so they started to call him that in public.