Beautiful Teacher Dressed as a Villain [Transmigration Book]

The black hostility seems to be alive, weaving a net on the terrible wound, stopping the blood flow, and then climbing up along the blood vessels.

Xing Luo's body trembled slightly, in his red eyes, hostility overflowed wildly, the hand holding the Yingxin knife trembled violently, and the veins in his arms bulged.

Han Qingyun knew that he was trying his best to restrain himself, otherwise the Yingxin knife would have cut off the living puppet's body.

"A Luo, let go of the knife." Han Qingyun held the handle of Yingxin knife with one hand, hugged Xing Luo with the other, and patted his back.

Xing Luo's palm gradually loosened, Han Qingyun held the knife and pulled away the living puppet, the imperial envoy Bingshuang froze the living puppet's limbs, and poured another bottle of wound medicine on his wound.

The living puppet and pincers appeared at the same time, which indicated that the magic correction that was unfavorable to Xing Lao was nearby.

"Ah Luo, let's go back to the Demon Cult." Han Qingyun supported Xing Luo, and the two staggered out.

Outside of the sea of ​​life and death, one has to worry about being discovered and hunted down by Lingxiu, and there is another faction of the Demon Cult that is not good for Xing Luo. In contrast, the Demon Cult is located in a remote area and has the heartfelt protection of Hua Ruoliu, which is simply the safest out of place.

Pushing open the door, two more live puppets rushed forward, Han Qingyun quickly made a move, and before Xing Luo could make a move, he sealed the two of them with ice.

Their fingers are also full of pincers, and there is a row of pincers in their tightly closed mouths.

There were actually living puppets outside the door, circling around the house, dragging lifeless steps, approaching the house.

Xing Luo lost a lot of blood, and his breath was very weak. Han Qingyun called out the flying sword, half supported him and half backed him, and put the sword together.

"Why did the disciples of the Devil's Cult target you?" Han Qingyun's sword control skills were too poor, and he took someone with him. He staggered and fell down after taking off not far away.

Xing Lao protects Han Qingyun and falls to the ground. When the living puppet turns around and rushes over again, he recalls Yingxin, with the horizontal knife in front of him.

He was still full of hostility, but his sanity recovered a lot. He used the back of his sword to face the enemy, and his spiritual power was used as a shield, without hurting the puppet: "The leftist faction is fighting, and they don't accept my father."

Han Qingyun quickly formed seals with both hands, and pointed his spiritual power at the living puppet.

The pure white brilliance shoots out, taking the living puppet as the origin, creating a large enchantment that envelops the entire village.

The living puppet was lying on the edge of the barrier, its fingertips slamming with pincers, but it couldn't move half a step forward.

Han Qingjun had no intention and ability to treat these living puppets, and was about to ask Xiao Yunshui to deal with the aftermath according to the jade card. He glanced at Xing Luo, and contacted Qi Xia instead: "Junior Sister Qi, a large number of villagers in the village east of Ningzhou City turned into Living puppet, hurry to help."

Qi Xia: "Aren't you in the Devil's Cult? Why did you go to Ningzhou..."

Han Qingyun hung up the jade card, lost some spiritual power to Xing Luo, and helped him up to the flying sword again: "A Luo, hold on."

"I'll come..." Xing Luo leaned weakly on Han Qingyun's back, hugging him.

The two stepped on the Yingxin Saber, even though Xing Luo was seriously injured, he flew extremely smoothly.

On the Sea of ​​Life and Death, there was a strong wind. The wound on Xing Luo's wrist was too deep, and he was stimulated by his spiritual power for too long, and he was also disturbed by the hostility. When the hostility retreated a little, the black net formed dispersed, and the blood kept gushing out. With Cyclonus hitting the sea.

Han Qingyun kept infusing spiritual power to Xing Luo, and cast a protective spell, trembling all the way, fearing that Xing Luo's breath would stop, and also afraid that a waterspout would suddenly blow out and a left envoy of the Demon Cult would be killed.

It wasn't until he successfully arrived at the territory of the Demon Cult and stepped on the solid ground that Han Qingyun turned around to help Xinglao, only to realize that he had closed his eyes at some point, his breathing was weak, but barely steady.

Xing Lao's blood couldn't stop, and his face became paler and paler. Han Qingyun used all the wound medicines and elixirs, but they still didn't have much effect.

Hua Ruoliu rolled up all the medicines of the Demon Cult: "What did you do to the young master! How did he get hurt like this!"

Han Qingyun didn't have time to take care of her, and tried every medicine. The blood flow was a little thinner, but it still couldn't be completely stopped. The white wrist bone under the gap was clearly visible, and there was even a knife mark on it.

"Don't you have any medical practitioners?" Han Qingyun asked tremblingly.

"I... I'll grab two of them." Hua Ruoliu turned her head and walked away, then stopped suddenly, "By the way, there are a few medical books in the school!"

Not long after, Hua Ruoliu brought all the medical books of the Demon Cult, summoned a large number of demon cultivators, and rummaged through them to find a solution.

"Your envoy, here it is!" A demon cultivator handed the book to Hua Ruoliu.

Han Qingjun snatched it away, looked it over quickly, judged that it was feasible, and immediately acted according to what was written in the book, and said to Hua Ruoliu: "Take a long needle and fire."

He pressed his hand on Xing Luo's Qi Sea, injected spiritual power, and drove the spiritual power to travel through all the meridians, guiding Xing Luo's spiritual power and hostility to return to the Qi Sea.

A quarter of an hour later, Han Qingyun withdrew his spiritual power, and saw that the blood gushing from Xing Lao's wound had decreased by half.

The demon cultivator disciple had already brought the tools, Han Qingyun picked the thinnest needle, burned it on the fire for a while, condensed it into a thin thread with spiritual power, and penetrated the needle hole.

This step is sewing.Han Qingyun pressed the needle tip against Xing Luo's skin, his hands trembling involuntarily.

He regretted it a little. If he had known today, when choosing a major, he should have chosen medicine, so that his hands would not shake at critical moments.

"A Luo, hold on." Even though he knew that Xing Luo couldn't hear him, Han Qingyun comforted him, holding his wrist with one hand, stabilizing his hand, and piercing the skin with the needle.

The long needle penetrated into the flesh again and again, and the gaping mouth of flesh and blood was stitched together. Each stitch seemed to be nailed to Han Qingyun's heart. Before he knew it, tears filled his eyes, and in the blink of an eye, a drop of tear fell on the on freshly sutured wounds.

Where the tears passed, the blood seam seemed to be speeded up, and it slowly healed, leaving only a red mark.

After Han Qingyun finished the last stitch, another tear fell on the wound.

This time he saw clearly that the blood seam was like the dry earth, absorbing tears and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tears can heal wounds!

After discovering all this, Han Qingyun was overjoyed, but couldn't cry...

"Which one of you has tears?" Han Qingyun asked.

"I have." Hua Ruoliu's camouflage skills are superb, no matter the face or the expression, she can do it easily, immediately took out a handkerchief, choked a few times out of thin air, and burst into tears.

Han Qingjun took the wet handkerchief and wiped Xing Lao's wound lightly, but this time the wound remained silent.

Hua Ruoliu didn't want to admit it, so she guessed: "Is your tears special?"

Han Qingyun: "Bring a charcoal basin."

The disciples of the Devil's Cult quickly fetched the charcoal basin and lit it on fire.

The smoky smoke rose, Han Qingyun leaned his head closer, widened his eyes, fanned the smoke with his hands, and swept the smoke into his eyes. After a while, his eyes were red and tears flowed down.

Han Qingyun didn't have time to wipe, so he simply held Xing Luo's hand and wiped his tears with his wound.

Where the tears passed, the wounds began to heal again. Han Qingyun forced tears a few times in the same way, until the wounds were completely healed, and his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them.

The disciples of the Devil's Cult had retreated at some point, and Hua Ruoliu quietly handed over a wet handkerchief.

"Flowers are like willows." Han Qingyun covered her eyes with a veil, feeling much better, "I'll untie the pincers for you, please do me a favor."

"Why?" Hua Ruoliu said.

Han Qingyun showed one eye, looking at the pale Xing Luo: "We all want Xing Lao to be fine."

"You lied to the young master, sealed his cultivation and memory, and made him suffer all kinds of humiliation for a hundred years, but now you say you want him well." Hua Ruoliu sneered.

Han Qingyun could tell that she lacked confidence, if she really didn't believe in herself, she wouldn't have let him heal Xing Lao just now.

"Xing Lao's hostility must be removed, otherwise there will be disasters in the future." Han Qingyun said, "When he wakes up safely, I plan to go back to Tianwenzong to find a way to eliminate the hostility. Then you will protect him for me , hold him steady, don't let him leave the Demon Cult, for him now, this place is the safest."

"Also," Han Qingyun thought of something, and said, "Where is the left envoy of the Demon Cult? You have to be careful of him."

Hua Ruoliu said disdainfully: "He can't return to the Demon Cult. The sea of ​​life and death is under my control. He is not loyal to the Demon Lord and has ulterior motives towards the young master. I will not let him come back."

Han Qingyun: "That's good."

"Since you want to leave, why don't you leave now?" Hua Ruoliu asked.

It is indeed more appropriate to walk now, Xing Luo is unconscious, so don't worry about him catching up.Han Qingyun is very clear, but...

"I don't worry if he doesn't wake up."

Xing Lao lost a lot of blood, Hua Ruoliu sent a lot of nourishing medicine, and Han Qingyun poured a lot of it for him.

Two days later, Xing Lao's complexion improved and he finally woke up.

Han Qingyun introduced spiritual power into Xing Luo Qihai, walked through the meridians to check his physical condition, confirmed that there was nothing serious, and brought a bowl of soup that had been prepared: "A Luo, this is to nourish the blood, and it is specially designed for the teacher. It's boiled for you, drink it quickly."

Xing Lao took the decoction, glanced at Han Qingyun, said nothing, and drank it in one gulp.

"Master, your injury..." Xing Lao checked Han Qingyun's wrist, and found that the scratch was covered with a bright red blood scab, and there was not even a trace of ointment or herb on it, "Why didn't you heal your own injury."

Hostility came out of Xing Luo's eyes again, and Han Qingyun was afraid that if he forgot to tell the truth, the hostility would become more rampant, so he simply stretched his wrist and said softly, "Wound medicine is not as good as your healing effect."

Without saying a word, Xing Luo brought Han Qingyun's wrist to his lips.

After some treatment, Han Qingyun's wrist injury was completely healed, and Xing Luo's hostility was also much lessened.

The two sat on the edge, silent for a while, Han Qingyun was waiting, but Xing Luo kept staring at him.

Han Qingyun looked at Xing Luo from time to time, and another quarter of an hour passed, so long that he thought the medicine had failed, and Xing Luo lay down on the couch in a daze and closed his eyes.

There are no doctors in the Demon Sect, but there are quite a few people who understand poison. Just now, a dose of blood-enriching medicine was mixed with the powerful perspiration medicine prepared by Hua Ruoliu, which can make Xing Luo sleep for at least three to five days.

"A Luo, wait for me to come back." Han Qingyun patted Xing Luo's head, left a kiss on his forehead, and left the Demon Cult.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, Xing Luo suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to one side, mobilized his spiritual power, and spit out all the soup on the ground...