After crossing, I became a group pet

Su Qingmian was overjoyed, thinking that she really summoned the Futang Sword, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and held the sword before the remaining blood was dry, the scabbard sucked the blood like a glutton, and flowed into the sword.

The rose on the scabbard stretched its petals as if it had come to life, and the rich rose fragrance wafted out, and the dead soul of the hero in the fragrance seemed to whisper softly.

The head of the law enforcement clenched his fists and drew his sword!

It's really Futang Sword.

Why did it appear here? Futang Sword should have disappeared with Su Qihua's death.

No, there was a wave of spiritual power just now. It was after that wave of spiritual power that Futang Sword appeared in Su Qingmian's hands. Who was it?Who is helping Su Qingmian?

The head of law enforcement carefully felt the breath of spiritual power, and turned his gaze to Ling Yesheng.

Su Qingmian pulled out the sword, and the thorny rose tightly wrapped around the sword. Su Qingmian's trace of blood flowed along the lines of the rose. The blood-red rose was enchanting, but it had the cold light of the sword.

The sword in Mushu's hand buzzed, trembling like seeing an emperor.

Futang Sword is the king sword forged by the first swordsmith. After this sword, all swords are servants of Futang Sword.

Feeling the fear of the Soul Creation Sword, Mu Xiu clenched the hilt of the sword, this broken sword!

The change of the Futang sword gave Su Qingmian great confidence. He raised his lips: "Maybe only Futang sword in this world can test the true strength of a sword. Does the Muxiu law enforcer still have the strength to fight?"

Muxiu sneered and raised his sword.

Su Qingmian didn't simply block the sword anymore, but started to fight back. Futang Sword seemed to have its own consciousness, and it kept sending some moves to Su Qingmian's mind. Those were complicated moves that Second Brother Su had never taught Su Qingmian.

Su Qingmian applied what he learned now, and actually let Muxiu retreat steadily.

But soon, the view of life lost its effect, and the pain in the soul swept over again. The pain from the burning fire was unbearable. The sword stabbed in front of him, and as soon as he moved, a mouthful of blood spurted out straight out.

Su Wuhuai jumped down from the viewing platform, fluttering like a butterfly in red, and landed on Su Qingmian's toes, holding his younger brother. Seeing Zhou Xueqi walking over worriedly, he gently sent Su Qingmian to Zhou Xueqi. in the arms.

Su Wuhuai opened his fingers, and the saber on the ground felt his call and flew into his hand automatically.

Mu Xiu hadn't realized Su Wuhuai's anger yet, and was still smiling triumphantly: "Futang Sword, that's all."

This sentence can be said to add fuel to the fire, Su Wuhuai's gorgeous face is only frosted, the elegant red dress flutters with the movement, and the sword explodes in his hand with red smoke of spiritual power, full of murderous intent.

Muxiu couldn't resist Su Wuhuai's fierce sword move, and shouted: "Does Master Tianming want me to die here?"

Su Wuhuai swung his sword and cut off one of Muxiu's arms, and the bright red blood rushed out and sprinkled on the cold ground.

Mushu wailed.

"I only want your arm, what are you afraid of?"

Su Wuhuai raised his head, looked at the head of law enforcement, and paused every word: "Muxiu hurt my brother, I just want his arm, the head of law enforcement won't be offended, right?"

The head of law enforcement shook his head gracefully: "Master Tianming, please feel free."

Su Wuhuai wanted his younger brother back from Zhou Xueqi's arms, and ran all the way back to Shanhe Bieyuan with them.

Su Mu invited the doctor to come, but the doctor had never seen a patient with an injured soul, so he was helpless and shook his head. Seeing the doctor shaking his head, Su Mu became more disturbed and drove all the doctors out.

Su Qingmian's consciousness is still clear, lying in Su Wuhuai's arms without moving, secretly mobilizing the Grand View of Life, but the Grand View of Life acts on the living body, the soul is too illusory, and can only relieve a little pain.

After the Grand View of Life failed again, Su Qingmian spit out a mouthful of blood lying on the edge of the bed.

The consciousness that was still sober at first dissipated after spitting out this mouthful of blood, and fell into the ups and downs of darkness.

So uncomfortable, how could it be so uncomfortable.

Wasn't it just that he was stabbed with a sword, why did he feel like he was in hell, what kind of knives, gears, and whips were all smeared with pepper water, hitting his soul over and over again, it was very tortured.

Isn't his talent life? Why can't he heal himself? Oh, yes, he remembered that when he was studying the Grand View of Life, the book said that it only works on living things.

Isn't life a thing that comes out of the soul? Who said that life can only act on the living body, can't the soul?

Without a soul, how can we talk about life? Can't two things that complement each other be mixed together?

It hurts, it's annoying.

There must be a spell that can make life directly affect the soul, right?

There must be a way to make it less painful.

"Ling Yesheng..." Su Qingmian murmured, and subconsciously called out Ling Yesheng's name, "I'm so uncomfortable, where are you, Ling Yesheng?"

Su Wuhuai hugged Su Qingmian tightly: "Qingmian, what are you talking about, my brother is here."

"Brother," Su Qingmian struggled to open his eyes, he grabbed Su Wuhuai's clothes indiscriminately, and wrinkled them, "Brother, can you go and call Ting Yesheng, I want to see him, I..."

Su Wuhuai thought he heard it wrong: "Who do you want to call?"

"Listen to the sound of the night!" Su Qingmian's words were close to pleading: "Brother, you can go and call, I'm really...so uncomfortable...I want to see him."

Su Wuhuai felt cold all over, and many bad possibilities flashed through his mind instantly. In this state, Su Qingmian thought of not him, not Su Fuqian, not Su Xian, not Su Mu.

It is the master of Tianshu.

What does this mean? Su Wuhuai closed his eyes and refused to think about it.

Su Mu brought another doctor outside. This doctor's talent is the soul, and he may be able to heal Su Qingmian.

The doctor looked at Su Qingmian's state, and used a spell on him: "It's difficult, Mr. Su's soul was torn apart directly. Mr. Su's soul is really ill-fated. Last time I came, the soul simply disappeared. Oh, alas, my technique can only relieve his pain, but if you want to heal completely, you have to take it slowly."

Su Mu's face froze: "Is there a better way?"

"The tree of the atrium," the doctor said mysteriously, "the vitality of the tree of the atrium is the most powerful in the world, and the spiritual power is the purest. Life is a broad meaning. From another perspective, life is the soul, which can be equated. If you use The marrow of the tree in the atrium can be used as medicine, and it will definitely cure Mrs. Su."

Su Wuhuai: "The tree of the atrium has withered and withered in recent years, and its own vitality cannot function. If we take the pith, what will happen to the tree of the atrium?"

In fact, the answer is already coming out - the speed at which the Atrium Tree will wither will be greatly accelerated.

The doctor stood up: "I'm just a doctor, I've told you the method, it's up to you whether you want to adopt it or not."

The doctor turned and left.

Su Mu clenched his fist, and Su Wuhuai looked at him coldly: "Don't do unnecessary things."

If Su Mu digs out the pith on impulse, the whole Guanghai will be implicated.

Su Mu: "Qing Mian is my younger brother!"

Even if the tree in the atrium is destroyed because of this, he will do it.

Su Wuhuai: "Su Mu, let me correct you, he is our younger brother."

So he cares about Su Qingmian no less than Su Mu. Even, as the eldest brother, he has to take on more responsibilities and consider more things, which are pressures that Su Mu does not have.

At this critical juncture when the roots of the Atrium are withered everywhere in Gwanghae, there must be no more problems with the Atrium Tree.

Moreover, he felt that the doctor whose talent was the soul still had something to say.

Because when the doctor was talking, his eyes kept flashing, as if he had a ghost in his heart.

He was very puzzled, why can't people whose talent is the soul heal the soul directly, and the relationship between life and soul is too far-fetched.

As if to lure them to move the tree in the atrium, dig a trap and wait for them to jump.

Su Qingmian coughed a few times, bloody foam came out from the corner of his mouth, Su Wuhuai wiped it off for him distressedly.

With the technique that the doctor gave him just now, the pain has been relieved a lot.

Just now when Su Qingmian unconsciously said the name of Ling Yesheng, Su Mu was not there, only Su Wuhuai heard it, and Su Wuhuai didn't mention it, as if he had never heard it.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Su Qingmian's mouth was so dry: "Water."

Su Wuhuai fed him some water.

"Where's the sword? My sword?"

At this time, Su Qingmian is still thinking about his father's sword, thinking that he must not lose it.

He was in a trance, not quite sure where he was, and when he found that the sword was not in his hand, he panicked.

Moreover, the Futang sword was found by Ling Yesheng, so it cannot be lost.

By the way, Ling Yesheng also said that he would teach him how to practice swords, hehe, look at how he fought in the opera house, that skill, that sword move, do you still use Ling Yesheng to teach him? Makes sense.

Some people are always too confident.

Su Qingmian thought about it, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Brother, Futang Sword."

Su Wuhuai took out the Futang sword from the storage ring, placed it beside Su Qingmian, and touched the scabbard of the Futang sword. Su Qingmian was satisfied, and found a comfortable position in his brother's arms and fell asleep.

In Su Qingmian's sleep, Baishan came here. This creator of the same era as Su Qihua, although he didn't say anything, he still remembered the descendants of his old friend in his heart.

A long time after Bai Shan left, time passed, and the sound of the night came out from the teleportation formation. He gently woke up Su Qingmian.

Ling Yesheng patted his back, and a steady stream of spiritual energy poured into Su Qingmian's body.

But his face became paler and paler.

"Su'er, listen to me, before you lost your memory, you created a technique called Shenghundu, which can restore the soul, do you remember?"

Su Qingmian shook his head in confusion, he even created his own spells, is he so awesome?

How could he not know.

Ling Yesheng held his face: "If you think about it, you will definitely remember it."