How many days can the top rich boyfriend live?

Looking at the books that were flipped all over the place, Jiang Luo sighed and said, "Put them back in their place!"

The ghosts obeyed the order, and in a moment, the books returned to their respective places.

Bai Fu wanted to say something, but he shut up abruptly and only asked: "Master...what are you going to do?"

Jiang Luo asked, "What do you think I should do? I have never had such high morals in my life. I feel that I am married and I cannot do anything to let Huo Yancheng down. I feel that if I do this, what is the difference between me and a promiscuous...husband? But he saved me more than three times, and each time was in danger. If it weren't for him, I don't know how many times I would have died! Bai Fu, are you sure you still want to follow such a useless master of mine?"

Bai Fu was silent for a moment, and then said, "Master, the reason why we chose to let you go through the tribulation at this time is because the fate line shows that you have countless opportunities and countless noble people during this period of time. Your biological father, your lover, and... the person who saved you. The fate line shows that when you are in danger, you will get help from at least one person ten times. He has no other request from you, but just wants you to live. But now it seems... he doesn't have nothing else to ask for..."

In fact, he had no other request, but he probably didn't expect that he would be blown to pieces by the inner elixir of the thousand-year-old tree, leaving only a strip of bloody skin.

Jiang Luo asked the little monkey who was eating a peach beside him: "Since your master is a descendant of Pangu, why is his magic power so low?"

The little monkey immediately jumped up and said, "How could my master's magic power be low? He is very powerful! His legend is spread throughout the three realms, and we have also heard about it. He fought against the nine dragon sons and beat them to a pulp, and also killed the strongest demon! It was because he killed the strongest demon that his magic power was lost, and he has been in seclusion for thousands of years. My master is a very good person, he is the best immortal in the world!"

Jiang Luo knew that all the spirits and monsters in this mountain were just bragging, and he couldn't take what they said to heart.

He also knew that everyone has two sides. Fan Wujiu, who was great and righteous in front of others, was just an old rogue in front of himself.

Jiang Luo said: "Okay, I have read all these books and put them back in their place, please take me back!"

The mountain road of Nanchun Mountain is winding and Jiang Luo would definitely not be able to find the way back by himself. However, the little monkey was very conscientious and took Jiang Luo's hand to lead him back.

In fact, this little monkey is very cute and polite. You can tell at first glance that it is not the same species as the monkeys in Mount Emei.

Jiang Luo asked the little monkey: "What kind of monkey are you?"

The little monkey replied: "Golden monkey! Big brother, can't you see? My hair is golden~!"

Jiang Luo thought to himself, as expected, he is an aristocrat among monkeys, no wonder he is so well-educated.

Halfway through the walk, a very pretty little girl jumped out, took Monkey's hand and started to walk away, saying as she walked: "Hurry, hurry, hurry, I've been looking for you for a long time, and time is running out!"

The little monkey pulled his hand back, pointed at Jiang Luo and said, "I want to send this big brother back to Chunshanju. You go first, I'll be there in a moment."

The little girl said: "No, no, if you're not here, there's no one to host it!"

The little monkey was a little embarrassed, and the little girl said, "The master won't live for a few more days. If you don't hurry up, the sun will go down and the master will live one day less! Now, we are the only ones who can extend the master's life!"

When Jiang Luo heard that the little mountain spirits could actually extend Fan Wujiu's life, he immediately said, "Why not go first! I also want to see how you extended Fan Wujiu's life."

The little monkey nodded and walked quickly into the depths of the forest.

The back mountain of Nanchun Mountain is very primitive. It is the first time for Jiang Luo to enter such a primitive forest. It is surrounded by vines and the tree trunks are covered with moss.

Such a primitive forest is indeed prone to the growth of mountain spirits and monsters. He looked at the little girl and found that she was actually a little ginseng spirit.

The little ginseng spirit walked forward and cried, saying, "I must keep my master alive. If it weren't for my master, I would have been dug up and used to make wine. My master is a good man, a good god!"

The little monkey comforted her, "Don't cry, Shen'er, aren't we trying to find a solution?"

In order to comfort the little girl, Jiang Luo changed the subject and asked, "Is your name Shen'er?"

As expected, the little ginseng spirit stopped crying and replied, "My name is Yun Moshen, a name given by the master. His name is Sun Yuntian, also a name given by the master. Aren't they both nice to hear?"

The little monkey pointed to a place not far away and said, "We're here. Everyone is waiting there."

Jiang Luo then discovered that there were so many mountain spirits and monsters here, at least thousands of them.

They were sitting under a high platform, probably waiting for Shener and the little monkey.

The little monkey jumped onto the platform and raised his arms, saying, "I think everyone knows that the master is in trouble. I gathered everyone here today just to ask everyone, do you want the master to live?"

There were mountain spirits below, men, women, young and old, some even holding babies in their arms, all of them raised their arms and shouted: "I want, I want, I want!"

The little monkey said: "Since you want to, then we have nothing to say..."

As he spoke, he took out something that looked like a medicine mortar. The thing grew larger as it was taken out. He said, "This is the Danling medicine mortar. It is the medicine mortar that Taishang Laojun used to refine elixirs. It has absorbed countless spiritual energy from natural treasures. As long as... forget it, you know what I mean. Use the medicine mortar to crush it and give it to the master to eat. Then he can live a few more days! As for how many more days he can live, it will depend on the level of your spiritual power."

At this time Jiang Luo breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the little monkey really had a treasure. With this Danling medicine mortar, he and Fan Wujiu should not have to mess around anymore, right?

The little monkey on the stage said again: "Who will go first? I can demonstrate it to you first, and you can do it."

Just as Shan'er was about to agree, a skinny old man walked out of the crowd. He waved his hand and said, "How much spiritual power can a little monkey like you have? Let me go first! I am 199 years old this year! I was thinking of making up 200 years old so that I can brag about it when I report to the King of Hell! But since the master has used me, my life is worthless. Come on, give me the knife, I'll do the dissection first."

Wait, Jiang Luo took a few steps forward, frowned and asked: "What are they going to dissect?"

A mountain spirit holding a child said, "Are you a new mountain spirit? Of course we are cutting open the abdomen to get the elixir! The master was injured by the inner elixir, and we need to take the elixir to replenish the body! We will cut out the inner elixir and offer it to the master as a sacrifice, so that he can survive. We were originally raised by the master, and he does not ask anything of us, but we cannot be conscienceless mountain spirits. When the master is in trouble, we certainly cannot stand by and watch. Being able to live for a hundred years is already a gift from the master. If it were not for the master, we would not even be spirits. Oh, you are new here, you don't have to participate in this. We are blessed by the master, so of course we have to prolong his life."

Jiang Luo was shocked. It turned out that they wanted to cut out his inner elixir, crush it with the spiritual mortar and feed it to Fan Wujiu.

But the inner elixir is the essence of the demon. Without the inner elixir, they will die!

At this time, the old man was already standing by the medicine mortar with a knife in his hand, and he was still joking happily: "Is your knife sharp? I am an old stick tree, and my bark is strong!"

The little monkey said, "Don't worry, old man! This knife is made of black iron. I got it from the master's room."

It turned out that the old man was a tree spirit. Seeing that the tip of the knife was about to pierce his stomach, Jiang Luo immediately stepped forward to stop him and said, "Stop! Stop it! Don't you know that you will die if you split the pill? You are using your life to extend Fan Wujiu's life. He will not agree if he knows!"

The little monkey stepped forward and said, "Big brother, please don't stop us. We are mountain spirits. When we die, we will just be buried in the underworld. When we come back, we will be a plant or a fetal spirit. Maybe we can cultivate for a few decades and achieve enlightenment again. As long as we succeed, we will have new inner elixir and can continue to provide for our master."

Jiang Luo was furious and said, "That's enough! That's enough! I have a way to save Fan Wujiu! Don't joke with your own life!"