Brother Dao Committed Evil Again

The pure and kind-hearted person did not feel the weight behind Mao Xian's words, but the look in his eyes that contained hope moved him inexplicably.

He hadn't seen him in the eyes of others for many years. In his impression, there was a gentle woman who had also seen him under the lights like this, with a pair of slender and white hands, patiently combing his hair and tangled hair. With long hair, I was afraid that he would be in pain.

The memory was a long time ago, and the image of that woman was a little blurry in his mind. Only the loving eyes printed in the bronze mirror gave him the greatest comfort in the world.

However, at the age of seven, the world suddenly changed, and it only took a few days to change from sunny to cold winter and twelfth lunar month.

Those warm and slender hands held him, walked across the mountains, across the river, across the countryside, across the city, and then, as he walked, he was the only one left, and the woman who held him had long since passed. I do not know how far away, never looked back at him again.

He thought that in this life, there would never be another person who would look at him with such loving eyes. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, he saw it in Mao Xian's place. Tears filled his eyes for a while, but he couldn't say any words of gratitude.

"Master~~I~~"

"Shh! Don't say anything! I don't think of goosebumps, old man!"

Mao rubbed his arms with a look of gratitude and insensitivity.

But at this moment, a scream came from Xi Fangping.

Mao seemed to be the fastest, and before everyone could react, others had already rushed to the fire pit, pulled Xi Fangping away, took out a chain of spiritual treasures in his hand, and attacked a flame.

The whole process was so fast that Xi Mo only had time to rush up and grabbed Xi Fangping who was still yelling.

It turned out that he was attacked for some reason, and his whole face was like a black charcoal, and it was almost cooked.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? Why are you so careless!" Xi Mo asked in a panic.

She didn't have the scald cream in her hand, and she didn't know what to do in the face of Xi Fangping's tragic situation.

Although there is no special medicine for treating burns in either hand, there are ointments for general trauma. After all, he doesn't have Lan Ling's protection now, so he might get hurt and burp at some point.

In order to live longer, Lan Ling stuffed all the elixir in his purse, but any one that could be used would be stuffed to him as an emergency backup.

"Elder Xi, sit down quickly, I have medicine here, wait for me to wipe it for you."

After Ren Ren said these words, there was nothing that Xi Fangping could not rely on. He was in unbearable pain right now, and when he heard the medicine, he sat down.

The group heard the cry of "Ouch" from behind, but it was Xi Fangping who was in a panic and sat directly on Wu Shixun's stomach.

Ren Yi didn't want to talk to Wu Shixun now, he didn't have time to deal with a crazy person, so he subconsciously slapped him on the head.

After the fight, Wu Shixun fell backwards softly.

Yi Yi stuck out his tongue, realizing that he might have done something bad, and looked at Xi Mo with some unease, "It's over, will he turn from a madman to an idiot?"

After all, the knife had only been moved in the back of his head, and someone had opened the scoop. Although under the action of Mao Xian's elixir, half an hour has passed, and the scar is not visible, but the brain inside has been really damaged.

Xi Mo didn't have the mind to gossip, and said anxiously: "What the heck, IQ is this thing, who can tell it clearly, no matter what he will do. You can cure my grandfather first! Hurry up, don't be stunned. It's gone!"

"Oh~~" Ren Yi shrugged helplessly and applied ointment to Xi Fangping's black face.

As expected of the elixir created by the monks, especially since this elixir came from the hands of a god-king like Lan Ling, before any one of them was completely applied, the place covered by the ointment turned from black to black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Flesh red, even back to normal flesh color.

During the whole process, Xi Mo saw clearly and clearly, and once suspected that he was dazzled. He just kept shaking his head, it was hard to believe.

Xi Fangping also felt a little flattered. He had just raised his eyebrows at others coldly, and in a blink of an eye, he was favored by others, but his face was even more uncomfortable than when he was scalded by the fire just now.

"That little brother... thank you just now!"

Xi Fangping pressed the majesty of his elder and thanked him in a low voice.

Ren Yi just smiled, "No thanks, it was Elder Xi who was lucky and just got cured by the medicine."

"Drink! No, there are really big guys in there!"

The time the three of them spoke, Mao seemed to be shouting loudly.

With a horrified expression on his face, he stepped back quickly, trying to stay away from the fire pit and the big guy he said.

Needless to say, any three of them also stepped back in unison, stunned by what they saw in front of them.

The flame soared to a height of three feet, and its burning shape was actually the shape of a monster.

It didn't make a sound and just stood silently above the fire pit, but if Fan Mao's figure was a little bit forward, a long rocket would spew out of its mouth and shoot straight at the person.

Even a cultivator like Mao who was not afraid of water and fire would get burned. Just by looking at his clothes that were burned into holes, and his scalded dark arm, he could see that he was caught off guard by this strange fire monster.

"Master, you are injured, quickly apply some medicine!"

Ren Yi hurried forward to deliver the medicine, but Mao seemed to reject it, "No, ordinary medicine is useless for cultivators, you..."

He wanted to say, let Ren Ren stop wasting his efforts, but when he saw Ren Ren holding his arm regardless, he started to apply the medicine.

Immediately, a gust of floral scent struck, and the skin and flesh that had been scalded and tingled unbearably were replaced by a refreshing cool feeling.

His injury was staggeringly good, but he didn't have time to be speechless, because the fire demon hadn't stopped attacking, and the fire sword didn't work, so he replaced the fire-breathing ball.

The range of this attack was farther, and the huge fireballs were densely thrown over. Mao seemed to only have time to push either one away, and he won with his sword.

However, the flame is a shapeless thing, and it will not be chopped to death with a sword, at most it will be split in half.

He was a little embarrassed to deal with it, and soon his body was scalded several times, and even a small flame ignited.

On the other hand, Yi Yi was unexpectedly lucky. He seemed to be pushed away by Mao, and he tripped over a stone on the ground. He sat down and just avoided the attack of a fireball.

And Xi Mo, who was behind him, had no such luck. The fireball just hit her. As a martial artist with superb martial arts, she couldn't hide. Any of the coats that she lent her was on fire. He was also burned in many places. A delicate beauty, instantly turned into a "lost flower and a willow".