I lead the villains to help justice in the world of cultivating immortals

There is no good fifth-grade god-level elixir, and the only fourth-grade elixir in the Xingli storage ring seems to have been eaten by himself a few days ago.

Only the healing third-grade elixir was left, Xingli stretched out her hand, and forcefully opened Mo Sheng's lips, trying to stuff the elixir into the mouth.

But the man's lips were tightly closed and he refused to take the pill he had stuffed.

It's like being in a coma, with complete distrust of myself.

It even seems to be subconsciously resisting his own breath, his own approach.

He even slowly curled his body together during the helpless struggle.

It was as if he was extremely insecure, holding his knees with his hands, and the whole person was in a ball, and he could only rely on that posture to try his best to absorb warmth.

As if you are warming yourself.

Loneliness, sadness, all kinds of complex emotions spread over Mo Sheng.

Under the dim light, the perfect and exquisite side face is still so dazzling and handsome, but there may have been a little thin flesh on the boy's face before, but now his face is more three-dimensional, and there is no longer. what meat.

Even, the thin body seems to be completely left with a skeleton.

Maybe these days, the boy may never have had a good meal.

It seems that a month has passed since Mo Sheng's spiritual root was dug, and one month is almost fleeting in the world of immortality.

And Mo Sheng, who lost his spiritual root, said that month was like being tortured by a raging fire in hell, and he was so painful that he couldn't die.

Whenever he was about to leave this small world, he would be rescued by Xingli with a elixir.

The food that mortals depend on for survival will not be given. Maybe when you are in a good mood, you will think of a sour fruit or a few scattered pastries.

Those are like giving alms when Xingli is in a good mood, every time Mo Sheng needs to kneel to pick it up, or kneel to eat.

When Mo Sheng was first abused, she spent countless hours finding various reasons for Xingli.

Did he do something wrong, or did he make Xingli unhappy somewhere?

Or maybe he made some fatal mistake or was completely hated by Xingli.

Otherwise, why would Xing Li, who was so gentle and affectionate before, who had never spoken coldly before, become so ferocious, like a demon crawling out of hell...

Tossing myself over and over again, but not letting myself die.

It's like... enjoying the pleasure of torturing yourself.

Mo Sheng had thought about it countless times, but he was greedy for the temperature and warmth on Xingli Mountain.

People who used to live in dust and darkness can't refuse the slightest bit of temperature running towards them.

Even if it's death, even if it burns yourself, even if it makes you bruised all over, you still have to hold on tightly to your hand...

Can't let go, can't give up.

What Ming Mingli did was already so bad, but when she smiled at her for a long time, her heart was shaken again.

It's like looking forward, looking forward, that Xingli will return to the gentle, loving, bright and warm person before.

But hope is thrown to the ground time and time again by the person who gave him hope, and the pieces are broken, just like those sweet memories that can't be let go.

Time after time, my heart became colder and colder, and the previous soft heart was like a knife stabbing myself again, lingering my heart.

"Master... don't..."

"Master... Mo Sheng knew he was wrong..."

"Master...don't leave me..."

Mo Sheng didn't sleep well in a coma, and kept murmuring.

It seemed to be in a nightmare, and Xingli was also resistant.

Xing Li felt extremely uncomfortable hearing that sentence.

She slowly stretched out her hand to let Mo Sheng, who was in a nightmare, lean on her arms and hug him tightly.

Spiritual power was continuously poured on him.

Mo Sheng refused to take the pill.

Xingli could only refine the elixir, wrap it with spiritual power and slowly transport it into Mo Sheng's body, helping him sort out the disordered meridians.

Now is not a good time to connect broken meridians.

Because there is no fifth-grade elixir, if you want to forcefully continue the meridians.

After she could only keep her body in the best condition, Xingli continued to use the spiritual roots of the light system to catalyze it, helping Mo Sheng to restore her meridians bit by bit.

For others, it is impossible to repair the broken meridians without the fifth-grade elixir.

But after possessing the spiritual root of the light system, Xingli still has a way.

Anyway, it is impossible to smelt the worry-free pill, and Mo Sheng's spiritual root has to be returned.

Everything has to be slow...

Mo Sheng opened his heart with great difficulty before, after going through this series of experiences, a hard wall of ice was built outside his reopened heart.

……

It took Xingli several hours to restore the various wounds on Mo Sheng's body to their original state.

But the hidden wounds and damaged meridians in the body have not yet begun to heal.

At this moment, Mo Sheng also woke up leisurely.

He calmly raised his eyes to look at Xingli who was holding him in his arms.

He has no spiritual power now, and he can't tell whether it is an illusion or not.

There was a coldness in those deep and quiet eyes, and a mockery flashed across that handsome face.

Until Xingli reached out to smooth her frowning brows, the warmth from that palm made Mo Sheng a little astonished.

Isn't this hallucination?

Isn't it a dream?

It seems that I don’t know what those painful memories have been thought about.

His eyes became more and more clear and cold.

"Master... have you thought of any vulgar idea to tease me again?"

"What? After digging out my spiritual root, I felt that I was still useful, so you released me from the dungeon again?"

Listening to Mo Sheng's concentrating words, Xingli felt quite uncomfortable.

Having experienced so much, Mo Sheng was already able to say those words calmly.

but……

Is Mo Sheng really not feeling bad?

"Shh..."

"Stop talking, Mo Sheng, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry for this belated apology... Although it can't make up for the various injuries you suffered before, this is my attitude."

Xingli tightly grasped Mo Sheng's hand, the warmth of her palm wanted to dispel the coldness on Mo Sheng's body.

But the hand that covered it for a long time was still bitingly cold.

"Heh~ how am I worth it?"

"I am now a useless person whose spiritual roots have been dug out, waiting for death to come. How can it be worthwhile for Fairy Xingli, the famous fairy of Xuanyuzong, to apologize to me humbly?"

As Mo Sheng spoke, the corners of his eyes turned red, as if he was caught in a certain emotion and couldn't extricate himself.