After recognizing the villain daddy, the little apprentice sister cheats all the way

Jun Qiyan laughed helplessly and coaxed her clumsily: "Not bad, the medicine made by Ah Zhao is the best in the world."

Chu Chaozhao nodded, sat beside him, continued to stop his bleeding, and smiled at him with his head raised: "By the way, this is my blood, not medicine."

Jun Qi Yan was silent for a moment, and then he chuckled. For a moment he really didn't know what to say.

If a kid bottles his own blood, seasons it, and asks him if it tastes good and what it tastes like, he would think he is a bit perverted.

Such complicated emotions mixed with dense heartache and bitterness surged up.

Tears welled up in Jun Qiyan's eyes: "A Zhao, you are such a silly girl."

"Get out of here, you are a fool. You can stop the immortal army by yourself. Do you really think you are immortal?"

Chu Chaozhao trembled as he looked at the deep, bloody wounds that penetrated his bones, and he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes.

"Does it hurt? You idiot, why don't you call for help? You're just holding on by yourself!"

"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt! Really!" Jun Qi Yan was at a loss. He wiped away the tear with his clean fingertips, and he let go as soon as he touched it, never overstepping the line.

The person who had been hiding in the dark all the time raised his slender hands at the same time, but when he saw the man wipe away the tear, he put them down again with a self-deprecating look, and while he breathed a sigh of relief, he was also shrouded in depression and his heart ached.

The red-robed man standing beside him saw this and sighed silently.

"Young Master, my subordinates sent a letter saying that those who continued to rush to Yunzhou University were all killed on the way."

In fact, even if they did not take action, the demon cavalry hidden in Yunzhou would have taken action. However, his young master only wanted to protect the young lady and did not want her to get hurt.

Di Qingye nodded slightly, his eyes full of the pitiful little girl who was crying quietly with red eyes.

"Keep stopping them! Anyone who trespasses into Yunzhou will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes."

"Xue Ming, tell me, if I die one day, will she cry for me?"

Xue Ming looked at his young master quietly, lowered his head and remained silent, unable to bear to see him looking like he was about to break into pieces at any moment.

Di Qingye laughed softly, and as he laughed he coughed up blood: "Forget it, don't cry, I don't want her to cry. If I die one day, let her forget me, it's best if she doesn't even think of me."

"By the way, why would she remember me? I'm just someone she doesn't know well. Hahahaha! OK, OK."

Di Qingye smiled sadly, with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Jun Qi Yan tried his best to comfort the little girl who was crying.

Chu Chaozhao raised his sleeve and wiped away the tears on his face: "It would be strange if it doesn't hurt."

"A Zhao, don't cry, I'm fine...Puff!" Jun Qi Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down. He was in a daze and could no longer open his heavy eyelids.

At the moment he fainted, he was just worried that he would definitely scare Ah Zhao and the little girl would cry so hard.

“Ayan!” Chu Chaozhao hugged him, panicking, “How could this happen! Ayan! Master! Master, save him!”

Wen Qingyu escaped and Shangguan Suchen followed closely behind.

The silver orchid entered the body, protecting Jun Qiyan's heart meridian: "Xiao Zhaozhao, his internal organs are all shattered, as if he was hit by a powerful force."

When he lowered his eyes, he saw his little girl's eyes were full of fear, and her tears could no longer be stopped. He squatted down hurriedly and reached out to wipe her tears: "Don't cry, little Zhaozhao, your master has protected his heart meridian. As long as we go out and find a powerful cultivator with light spiritual roots to heal him, he will be fine."

Although this is the case, light spiritual roots are extremely rare and have always been regarded as useless waste spiritual roots. People in the world almost never practice light-based spells, and it is very difficult to find a powerful light-based cultivator.

Shangguan Suchen on the side raised his hand, and a ball of light surged in his hand.

"Your Excellency, A Zhao, let me try."

"Achen?" Chu Chaozhao raised his head and looked at him.

Shangguan Suchen smiled softly and said, "I never had the chance to tell you that I can gather all the light elements flowing in the world."

He sat cross-legged beside Jun Qi Yan, pinching his fingers and chanting spells. White light flowed and continuously rushed into Jun Qi Yan's body. The wounds on Jun Qi Yan's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the further he went on, the more he trembled all over and his face became paler.

The silver-white spiritual power entered his body, alleviating the loss of spiritual power in his body.

Shangguan Suchen did not turn around: "Thank you, Your Excellency."

"It's okay, just focus on treating him, I'll take care of everything." Wen Qingyu's gentle voice sounded from behind.

Chu Chaozhao didn't dare to move. He held Jun Qi Yan in his arms and watched his master transfer spiritual power to A Chen, while A Chen used light elements to heal Jun Qi Yan.

An incense stick of time passed, Shangguan Suchen was shaky, Wen Qingyu's forehead was sweating, he used his spiritual power to probe into Jun Qiyan's body, and gently touched Chu Chaozhao's head: "Xiao Zhaozhao, it's okay. Put him down, let him and Ah Chen rest for a while."

Wen Qingyu turned around and joined the battle ten meters behind him. Chu Chaozhao lifted him up and put him on the mat.

"I'll do it, I'll do it! I'll take care of Jun Qiyan!" Tu Shan Rong Qing suddenly rushed over eagerly and guarded Jun Qiyan, "Go check on your friends and those people. There are more and more puppets. If we don't find a solution, no one will be able to hold on any longer."

We can't let this brat kidnap our little girl!

Chu Chaozhao felt a little relieved. He took out ten bottles of blood and rushed to Shangguan Suchen who was meditating. He put his big head close to him, his long eyelashes trembling with tears hanging on them.

Shangguan Suchen saw it as soon as he opened his eyes, and sighed helplessly: "A Zhao."

"Drink it." Chu Chaozhao handed the blood over. "It has the tea flavor you like. I made it especially for you."

Shangguan Suchen didn't know what to say: "That's not necessary, A Zhao. Although your blood is very effective and comparable to a panacea, how can your body handle taking out so much of it? Besides, it hurts."

He really felt sorry for her, but he knew he couldn't persuade her.

Just like his eyes, they don't allow him to use them, but if one day, when he is needed, how can he be so afraid of death as to not use these eyes?