Help!I became the black moonlight of the sickly apprentice

Chapter 134 Are you willing to risk your life for your apprentice?

Long Mochi looked at his master's annoyed expression and found it a bit cute.

Master, she must have said these words on purpose to lighten the atmosphere.

Her worries about herself made her ignore the fact that her apprentice had a divine weapon.

"Yaoyao, are you okay?"

Hua Qingyao's move was too sudden.

After Xiangyang and the others reacted, they rushed over and five people surrounded her and Long Mochi.

Seeing her pale face, I felt extremely distressed.

"Give me Yaoyao and I'll take her back to rest."

When Long Mochi heard this, he couldn't help but hug him tighter.

"no!"

"why!"

Lan Yu was angry, and Huo Lie already wanted to rob someone.

This kid, doesn't he understand that this will delay the treatment of the injured?

"I...I have successfully advanced. The pure spiritual energy now can help the master recover."

After Long Mochi's words fell, the thunder clouds dispersed, and the rich spiritual energy was released with the power to cleanse people's hearts.

These lustrous auras spread far away, and the expressions of Xuanyang Sect disciples who were close became intoxicated.

One by one even sat down on the spot and began to practice cross-legged.

"Huh? This power can be used by us too. It's so magical."

Mo Wang felt his internal injuries recovering and was surprised.

Generally speaking, advanced people pass tests and are recognized by the laws of heaven.

A beam of auspicious light power will fall to allow the advanced person to recover from his injuries.

Others, even if they were seen, couldn't use it. They didn't expect this kid's power to actually affect them.

"Stop being stupefied and let Yaoyao and Mochi recover well."

After the five people distanced themselves for a while, they also sat down cross-legged.

This power is a lot, and it would be a waste not to absorb it.

Regardless of his image, Long Mochi sat on the ground, placing his hands against Hua Qingyao's palms, asking her to sit in a meditative posture.

At this time, the power quickly repaired her damaged body, making her feel warm, as if she was taking a bath in a hot spring.

Hua Qingyao narrowed her eyes, wondering if this was an extra benefit.

After a stick of incense, the light dissipated.

"Master, are you feeling better?"

While asking, Long Mochi still held her in his arms, caring for her carefully.

It seems that the woman in his arms is his beloved Taoist companion.

"Yes, Yaoyao, does it hurt anywhere? Senior brother has medicine!"

Mo Wang raised his hands, holding bottles and jars between his fingers, as if he were a pill tycoon.

The corner of Hua Qingyao's mouth twitched, "I'm okay, but I feel weak."

The moment she burst out was all her strength.

Even if he recovers from his injuries, he still loses his strength. This is something Xiangguang cannot recover from.

"Then what are you waiting for? Senior brother will take you back to rest."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Long Mochi's eyes.

"Uncle, disciple, come."

After saying that, he stepped lightly, wrapped his cloak around Hua Qingyao, and ran straight to the top of the mountain.

Xiang Yang and others reacted and yelled immediately.

"You brat, put down Yaoyao and let me do it."

The flower in Long Mochi's arms was far away, with a black line on one end.

Why does this sound a little off?
Long Mochi turned a deaf ear and only moved faster.

He was familiar with the journey, placed Hua Qingyao on the couch, and covered her with a quilt.

"Master, please rest for a while while I go get water for your bathtub."

Although Hua Qingyao prefers to bathe in the swimming pool outside, at this time, she doesn't mind being in her own room.

Turning around, Long Mochi faced Xiang Yang and others who were chasing him.

"You kid, hurry up."

The person was injured because of Long Mochi. Xiangyang and the others looked at him and felt a little unhappy for no reason.

It's better to forget about taking on apprentices, it's no wonder they worry about it, they still want to be cool for a few more years.

If you want to be an apprentice, just borrow your junior sister’s to take care of you for a few days.

"it is good."

Successfully making Xiang Yang and the others unable to express their anger, Long Mochi quickly left.

He first filled a basin of clean water, adjusted the temperature to a suitable temperature, and then put it into the storage ring.

Then he took off his clothes, washed himself quickly, and hurried back.

While Xiangyang and the others were chatting with Hua Qingyao, she gradually regained her strength.

"Brother, please don't be so cruel, please, it's scary."

She twitched the corner of her mouth and stared straight at him with five pairs of eyes. This feeling was too terrifying.

Especially not speaking, as if she had done something unforgivable and unforgivable.

"Huh, you still know how to be afraid. Did you risk your life just now?"

Xiang Yang's expression was serious, and so were Lan Yu's and the others, without any smiles on their faces.

She was said to be a junior sister, but when Hua Qingyao was brought back, she was just a little girl.

The kind of care they take when they grow up is actually similar to raising a daughter.

"Senior brother, I have a share. My master gave me a rare life-saving magic weapon."

System: I really want to hear the host call it master, but it doesn’t dare to hint.

I feel bitter and depressed in my heart, and I have no way to express myself.

"Hmph, that sounds nice. No matter how powerful a life-saving magic weapon is, can it go against the rules of heaven?"

"You, you, risk your life for your apprentice?"

Mo Wang hates that iron cannot become steel, gritting his teeth and raising his hands.

In the end, he was reluctant to do anything, so he just stretched out his finger and poked Hua Qingyao's forehead.

When I arrived at Long Mochi at the door, I happened to catch a glimpse of him, his eyes looking a little deeper.

The fifth uncle’s fingers are an eyesore and I want to chop them off!
"Ahem, Master, the water is here. You take a bath first, and my disciple will prepare dinner for you."

Long Mochi ignored Xiang Yang and the others, put the tub down, and poured some muscle-relaxing liquid into it.

Suddenly, the room was filled with a light fragrance, which was refreshing.

Several people also stood up intuitively.

"Ahem, Yaoyao, in this case, we won't disturb your rest and will come see you tomorrow."

After confirming that her life is not in danger, it is not good for a few people to stay here all the time, after all, men and women are different.

"Okay, senior brothers, let's go slowly."

Hua Qingyuan suppressed the excitement in her heart, alas, she was gone.

What she fears most is the teacher's constant scolding. These senior brothers make her recall the past.

"Ah."

After a few people left, they closed the door.

A barricade was set up around the house to prevent trespassers.

Hua Qingyao opened the quilt and immediately went to take a bath.

Just kidding, she was so busy and sweaty that she was afraid of offending others.

I don't know how Long Mochi picked her up without changing his expression just now.

"Hey, it's comfortable."

Hua Qingyuan was in the bathtub, washing and washing.

Outside, Huo Lie rolled up his sleeves, geared up, and walked towards Long Mochi's room.

"Hey, Third Senior Brother, what are you doing?"

Mo Wang was puzzled and stopped him.

"Beat that kid and put Yaoyao in danger."

If it weren't for him, how could his junior sister take such risks.

God knows that when they saw that scene just now, their eyes almost popped out, and their hearts stopped beating for a moment.

"Okay, what does this have to do with this kid? If the apprentice is in trouble, can the master stand by and watch?"

Xiang Yang's tone was cold and helpless. This kid, Yaoyao, valued love and justice above all else.

If she takes it seriously, she will treat it with all her heart.

Wasn't it the same for Bai Qingfeng before?Even if you say it, she may not listen.

Several people were silent for a while.

Long Mochi, who was busy in the kitchen, naturally did not miss these words.

(End of this chapter)