Fairy Cultivator took the script of White Moonlight after pairing with salted fish

Chapter 121 121 Doubt, the younger brother is for her
I don't know if it was Ji Qingwu's consolation that worked, or Gu Rong fell into a coma again, except for the senior sister that the young man just called, there was no more movement.

Ji Qingwu finally returned to the palace.

She carefully put Gu Rong on the bed, seeing that his robe was torn, mixed with blood and dirty pool water, she directly used spells to remove Gu Rong's clothes.

Only a pair of underpants were left for the boy.

Ji Qingwu searched for the pills from the storage ring Wanqi Linfeng gave her, and found all the pills that could work.

Gu Rong's face was pale, and her thin lips were bloodless.

The magic whip also affected his face, making his already scarred face even more ferocious.

The whip wound on the boy's chest was deep enough to see the bone, so don't think that the invisible back will only be more serious.

Ji Qingwu has never felt so sorry for someone like now.

Junior brother...he broke into the Hehuan Sect because of her.

Apart from this reason, Ji Qingwu couldn't think of any other reason for Gu Rong to appear here at this point in time.

"Brother, you will be fine."

After Ji Qingwu fed him a few pills, she began to smear his wounds with medicinal powder.

The scars of the magic whip were one after another, and it took Ji Qingwu half an hour of medicine to cover all the scars on his body.

At that time, it was already bright outside, and the sun shone through the window onto the bed, shining on Gu Rong's face, which was a little dazzling.

Seeing the young man frowning uncomfortably, Ji Qingwu put down the bed curtain directly.

Dong dong dong

There was a knock on the door outside.

Huanqing's voice came, "Qingwu, are you there?"

Speaking, regardless of whether Ji Qingwu responded or not, the woman directly opened the door and broke in.

Hall
Sitting cross-legged on the soft couch in the outer hall, Ji Qingwu seemed to be practicing.

Huanqing glanced at the inner hall calmly, and smiled, "What else is there to practice in the territory of the Demon Realm? Is it possible that you can also transform the demonic energy?"

Only then did Ji Qingwu open her eyes, and the spiritual power in her body was collected, "When will you let me go?" She asked.

Seeing that her attitude was much colder than yesterday, Huanqing thought she had realized something.

Oh, is this abandoning her sister?

She walked up to Ji Qingwu, and was about to reach out to hook her chin, but Ji Qingwu quickly dodged it by tilting her head.

Huanqing: "Tsk."

"Sister, why are you so naive, you even want to leave after entering my Hehuan Sect?" She flicked her sleeves, turned around and walked towards the inner hall.

Ji Qingwu looked up at her back, but didn't stop her.

She knew that it was impossible for Huanqing to be unaware of what was going on outside. If she came to her now, she might suspect something.

Huanqing listened to the report from his subordinates, saying that the one who escaped was a young monk, dressed in the uniform of a disciple of the Floating Cloud Sect.

She immediately thought of Ji Qingwu. If she hadn't been delayed by meeting Lou Qinqing when she came out of the Yucheng Palace, she would not have come to investigate until now.

The young man was whipped by the Hehuan Sect, and he might not live long.

If she was really rescued by Ji Qingwu, she might have to lie on the bed... dying...

Huanqing came to the bed step by step, and the bed curtain was lowered to cover the scene on the bed, and there was no living breath.

Could it be... She guessed wrong?
Huanqing raised her hand and lifted the bed curtain, and there was nothing on the empty couch.

A deep thought flashed across the woman's eyes.

Qingwu is at the early stage of foundation establishment, and it is impossible to save someone from the water prison, let alone escape the heavy ambushes of the guards.

(End of this chapter)