"Hehe... This is [Hundred Flowers Powder], it can cure all kinds of poisons." Kong Qing appeared and threw out a purple jade jar. "It can cure any poison? So powerful!" Jiang Zheng took it, opened the lid, and a refreshing fragrance wafted into his nose. "certainly" "What's the price?" He didn't believe Kong Qing would be kind enough to help him. "You don't need it this time. Just consider it as a favor from me to you," Kong Qing grinned. "What good thing is there?" Jiang Zheng said with disdain, and then asked, "How do you take it? Orally?" “Hehe… apply it wherever you get hurt,” Kong Qing said with a chuckle. "Apply it wherever you're injured..." Jiang Zheng glanced at the unconscious Lan Xinyue on the ground, and suddenly thought of something, and almost dropped the jar in his hand. The voice suddenly rose: "How can this be possible! How can I wipe her that place?!"
The wound on Lan Xinyue's back was right in the middle, and the black blood soaked a large area of blue silk. If you want to take medicine, you must... How can this be possible? ! Men and women should not touch each other, how can I, a scholar, escape from it... "Hehe... Not only is it poisoned, this baby is seriously injured and needs a lot of medicine. Hehe... don't you think it's a good thing?" Kong Qing's smile became more and more vulgar. How could he look like an immortal at all? When Jiang Zheng heard this, his eyes turned black! For a moment, it was difficult to get off the tiger. Apply the medicine. Men and women should not touch each other. Isn't that taking advantage of someone's misfortune? Is this something a scholar would do? If we don't give him medicine, he will obviously collapse. Even if he is in a coma, he still looks painful. We have brought him back, so how can we just stand by and watch him die? "Boy, what are you still hesitating about? If you delay any longer, the girl won't be able to hold on!" Kong Qing pretended to be serious, but Jiang Zheng was so confused that he didn't notice it at all. "But, I..." Jiang Zheng looked embarrassed and just couldn't bring himself to do it. "Hurry up! People are dying!" Jiang Zheng was pushed to the edge of the cliff by morality. He grabbed Lan Xinyue's white and slender arm and turned her over. Looking at the perfect curve of her back, Jiang Zheng blushed to his ears. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, but before he touched her clothes, he immediately retracted his hand. "No, I can't do it! How about you do it!" "Hurry up! Otherwise I'll kill her and put an end to it all, so you don't have to worry about it!" Kong Qing pretended to take action. “No, no! I’ll do it, I’ll do it!” Jiang Zheng hurriedly stopped him.
joke! The people have been rescued. If we just watch Kong Qing being killed, what will happen? ! "I, I'm saving you, don't blame me...I'm sorry!" Not caring whether she could hear him or not, Jiang Zheng gritted his teeth. Hiss——! The sound of clothes being torn could be heard. Jiang Zheng took a look and took a breath. In such a short time, the poison in the wound had spread rapidly, and the fair and tender skin had begun to rot to the size of a palm. If we delay any further, someone might actually die. At that moment, Jiang Zheng did not dare to hesitate and began to apply the medicine quickly. "Hmm...!" Lan Xinyue, who was in a coma, groaned in pain. "Hehe...be gentle, don't you know how to be gentle with women?" Kong Qing laughed and scolded, watching the show from the side. "......" Jiang Zheng's hands were shaking so much that he had no mood to argue. "This girl is lucky. This [White Flower Powder] of mine is surprisingly effective and will not leave scars." "......" Jiang Zheng concentrated on applying the medicine. "Okay, that's enough, give me some more..." "Yes, yes, right here, be brave! Apply it evenly, yes, use force! What are you afraid of! Just one touch can kill someone!" "...Okay, turn it over... The clothes are in the way... Yes, some from the front... Yes, spread it evenly!" Kong Qing kept giving orders: "Okay, let's have some... It's not that you're shy! The girl didn't say anything!" "Shut up! Isn't she unconscious? If she were awake, I would have beaten her!" Jiang Zheng couldn't bear it any longer and yelled angrily. "......" Kong Qing covered his mouth, knowing he was in the wrong, he stopped talking and just stared at the side. After a while, Jiang Zheng finished applying the medicine. Putting aside other things, Kong Qing’s things are really good. The speed at which the wound healed is visible to the naked eye. Lan Xinyue’s complexion and color quickly warmed up and were no longer as pale as at the beginning. "What are you looking at? Go away!" Jiang Zheng really couldn't stand Kong Qing's look and his saliva was about to fall to the ground. "Hey! You kid! You're just killing me! This immortal..." Before he could finish his words, he was blocked by Jiang Zheng's cold eyes. "Hmph, if you don't want to see it, then don't look at it. I don't even want to see it!" Kong Qing turned his head away and said indignantly: "I really think she is your wife..."
Jiang Zheng ignored him, took out a clean piece of clothing from the storage bag, tore it into strips, and bandaged the wound in a hurry. Then he took out a clean piece of clothing and put it on her. The moment he put Lan Xinyue down, he breathed a sigh of relief. His face had turned red all the way to his neck and he was sweating all over. "It's finally done... huh, let's start refining the flag..." Jiang Zheng was just about to refine the flag when Kong Qing suddenly reminded him. He went out again, shot a rabbit, lit a bonfire and roasted it, but then he thought, why would a monk need food? "Hehe... I don't care whether she eats it or not, it's just an attitude, and I have to teach you." Kong Qing saw through Jiang Zheng's thoughts and chuckled. "......" Jiang Zheng didn't understand, but he didn't want to find out. He stretched out his hand and the big banner came into his hand. He waved his hand again and two corpses flew over. "Kong Qing, isn't it too against the harmony of nature to use human blood for sacrifice?" He looked at the two bodies on the ground and frowned. "Hehe! Once a person lets loose his inner desires, he is no longer a human being, but worse than an animal! What do you have to worry about?" Kong Qing snorted coldly. Hearing this, Jiang Zheng seemed to be comforted. He no longer hesitated and threw the big banner, which floated in front of him. The snow-white banner emitted bursts of spiritual light. "Blood Demon Ritual! Start!" A low shout was heard in the air, and a spiritual light quickly shot towards the corpse nearby. The blood was attracted by the spiritual energy and flowed out from the wound, gathering into a trickle. "Attract evil!" The seal in his hand changed, and the blood evil in the world rioted, gathering towards the stone cave madly. The scarlet breeze blew the grass and trees in the forest, making a rustling sound. The seal in his hand changed again, spiritual energy surged throughout his body, and the blood evil quickly merged into the blood in the air. Seeing this, Jiang Zheng held his breath and pointed at the flag! The flags no longer fluttered, but stood straight. The tip of the blood became sharp, like a brush, slowly carving on the flag. As the blood was carved, blood evil was continuously injected into it through the blood, just like bright red ink dripping into water, slowly spreading out and dyeing the flag blood red. But the carving speed is extremely slow. If one wants to refine the Blood Demon Banner, a lower-grade spiritual treasure, one needs to carve nine Blood Demon patterns on it. And you must do it in one go and not interrupt, otherwise all your efforts will be in vain. Beads of cold sweat oozed from Jiang Zheng's forehead. According to the current speed, it would take half an hour to carve one Blood Demon Pattern, and about five hours to carve nine. "No, the spiritual energy is consumed too quickly! If this goes on, the spiritual energy won't be enough before the banner is refined!"
Jiang Zheng clenched his teeth, feeling unwilling. No, he must not fail. He must not use his Taoist treasures. With his current cultivation level, Feng Yangzi is still okay, but he cannot contend with Luke! Although the other party has not found me yet, a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. How can I leave my fate to luck? "Kong Qing, I don't have enough spiritual energy! Help me!" Jiang Zheng anxiously asked Kong Qing for help. "Not enough spiritual energy? Hehe... figure it out yourself. Who do you think I am to you? It's good enough that I can teach you some magic! Don't forget that you still owe me money." The empty feelings are floating in the air, resting on the arms, leisurely and carefree. "......" Jiang Zheng fell silent, feeling the spiritual energy rapidly dissipating in his body, his mind working frantically. If this goes on, the spiritual energy that can only be used to carve four Blood Demon Patterns will run out.