Kuaiwen: I ran away after making the boss cry.

Yun Chen had no intention of dealing with the sword wound on his body.

He misses the brothers he grew up with so much, and wishes he could die by their swords as soon as possible.

But when Yun Chen opened his eyes again, he found that his outer robe had been taken off. The inner garment was not moved, but the bloody area was torn open.

Yun Chen subconsciously touched it with his hand. There was no medicine on it, but the wound had healed and scabbed. It didn't hurt when he touched it, but it was slightly itchy.

There is a ban in his palace, and no demon can enter without permission.

Then only...

Yun Chen put his elbows on the bed and tried to sit up, but his weak body softened and he fell back heavily.

The body hit the cold stone bed, but it was not as unbearable as expected. It turned out to be just fatigue, and the damaged heart veins had actually healed a lot.

There is no cure for the backlash of the magic sword.

As expected, the monk did not hesitate to save him!

Yun Chen's heart, which had been silent for many years, trembled and melted softly. No matter how hard he tensed up, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

The magic sword was born, and the Buddha's bones came to the world.

So what if you are despised by thousands of people?

Your respected and beloved Master Guanchen is willing to save me!

The more Yun Chen thought about it, the more comfortable he became, as if he had returned to the time when he was practicing in the Xuanyin Sect. He felt that his whole body had become hollow, and his eyesight became increasingly hazy.

He hummed softly, and the next moment he was picked up and given water.

My dry throat had long been waiting for water to moisten it, so I quickly opened my mouth and took a few sips.

But just a few sips of water, and the weak body quickly regained strength, comparable to the natural spiritual spring in the ninth secret realm...

Yun Chen suddenly felt that something was wrong, and after sniffing, he smelled the smell of blood.

Yun Chen opened his eyes and grabbed the monk's wrist.

Sure enough, he was mixing blood into water and feeding him!

A cold, dry touch immediately came from under his fingertips. Yun Chen forgot what he was going to do for a moment, and just stared at him with such offense.

He Shichen frowned a little and tried to pull his hand away from the Demon Lord, but was held tighter.

Yun Chen came back to his senses and smiled with a smile: "Aren't you a monk? Why did you come to my bed? How is it appropriate to touch and hug me?"

He turned his back on the guest and said everything the monk said. He Shichen's face turned pale for a moment.

He Shichen's voice was extremely indifferent: "Let go."

Only then did Yun Chen realize that the monk's face was not pale because of his anger, but because he had lost a lot of blood and looked pale.

Yun Chen let go of his hand, and He Shichen immediately got out of bed and was about to leave.

Yun Chen didn't intend to imprison people in his magic palace.

He relied on the monk to withstand this backlash, so he should be let go.

But there are layers of restrictions in the Demon Realm, and if he just walks out like this, he probably won't even be able to get out of the Demon Palace, and he will be cooked by the restrictions.

But we can’t send people out either.

He is a big devil.

Yun Chen's figure flashed and he immediately appeared in front of He Shichen.

He Shichen took two steps back, walked around him and walked out again.

But no matter where he went, he was blocked by Yun Chen: "Did I let you go?"

The Demon Lord held his hand on the door frame and smiled at him, with the four words "ungrateful" clearly written in his ruthless eyes.

He Shichen regretted saving him and lowered his eyes again, as if ignoring others.

Yun Chen saw that he was going to turn the bead on his wrist again, so he simply stretched out his hand and pulled the bead down: "Let me see if there is anything good worth touching back and forth."

The next moment, a cold wind suddenly blew in the empty hall.

He Shichen's pupils shrank, as if he never expected that someone would come to pull his beads. He watched Yun Chen holding the Buddhist things in his hands and shaking them around, and his body trembled with anger.

[System 112: Return it to him within ten seconds. ]

[Yunchen:? ]

[Yun Chen: You don’t love me anymore.Just because he also likes Buddhist beads, you are on the same side with him! ]

[System 112: What and what!How could I...ah, that's because you will suffer backlash when he is angry. If you take off a monk's beads, it is equivalent to taking off his clothes in broad daylight. ]

[Yun Chen: Really? ]

[System 112:...] His tone seems a little excited?

Yun Chen could tell that He Shichen was angry, but not only did he not return it, he even brought it up to his nose for a sniff: "It's nothing special..."

Before he finished speaking, his hands were empty.

He Shichen actually moved his hand and snatched the beads back, his always indifferent eyes also tainted with a bit of anger!

Yun Chen read the four characters "hopeless" from the monk's eyes.

But he didn't care, and continued to stop He Shichen: "Hey, helping others is what you call the Buddhists, right? What should I do if I get sick again after you leave? I'm all alone, and no one will collect my body when I die. Your little The temple is not as big as my palace, how about you help me and I build you a big Buddha hall, and what do you want to be, abbot?"

He Shichen was so angry that he said the third sentence: "It's nonsense."

Yun Chen: "Why are you talking nonsense? The Demon Lord is also a Lord, he does what he says, you go in and sit down, I..."

He Shichen: "Get out of the way."

Yun Chen was stunned for a moment: "You don't want to cross me?"

He Shichen: "I don't want to."

Yun Chen suddenly raised his hand and weakly covered his heart: "Even if I die in front of you, you don't want to?"

He Shichen looked at his movements and his heart swayed slightly, but when he saw his smiling eyes, he suddenly felt that he was being teased again: "No."

Yun Chen suppressed his smile and snorted, revealing his true colors: "Then you can't leave either. These monks from all over the world can't withstand my sword. I want you to stay. Do you need to nod?"

After saying that, he stretched out his hand to pinch He Shichen's neck, and leaned in to bite him.

But as soon as the tip of his teeth broke through his skin, Yun Chen's body stiffened, he closed his eyes and fell to one side, spit out two mouthfuls of blood and stopped moving.

[System 112: You!Yun Chen!I……]

[Yun Chen: Just pretend, don’t worry, find a reason to let him go. ]

[System 112: Huh. ]

[System 112:! ]Can’t you tell it in advance?

This string of data of mine has been garbled by you. It would take a kilogram... ah, no, a ton of melon seeds to coax me!