Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

She finally saw Master's injury clearly, and immediately fell silent.

A heart almost jumped out.

Master's jade-like skin is now covered with ideas as big as copper coins.

Red orange yellow green blue blue purple, colorful.

Densely packed, extremely shocking. [

Although the colors of these dots are different, the things that flow out are the same.

Uniform purple-black, rancid smell.

Mu Yue gritted her teeth and stretched out her finger to press it.

puff!With a sound, his fingers sank into it.

Dirty blood rushed out immediately.

Mu Yue let out a low voice, and her fingers were suddenly held by someone: "Mu Yue, quickly force the poison out!"

It was the Great Immortal Youmu who spoke, and he didn't know when he woke up.

Hold Muyue's finger and exert a little force: "Quick! Quick!"

It was only then that Mu Yue realized that the fingers that had just pressed it in were numb and had a slight tingling pain.

Looking down, the three fingers showed a light purple color.

The purple spread upwards at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the color quickly became darker...

"Quick, before it breaks into your heart, force it out!"

Great Immortal Youji's voice was almost harsh.

Mu Yue has always listened to her master's words the most.

Sitting upright on the ground, spiritual power flows through the eight extraordinary meridians, and the tide is generally endless.

After running for a week, the purple that spread upwards finally faded away, and finally turned into a drop of purple-black blood that fell from the fingertips.

"All right."

Mu Yue jumped up and looked at Master with two big eyes: "Master, you should also force the poison out quickly. My disciple will help you."

Perhaps because of spitting out those few mouthfuls of blood, Immortal Youmu's spirit improved a bit. [

He shook his head slowly, did not answer the disciple's words, and said flatly: "Mu Yue, you have grown up."

Mu Yue was taken aback by his thoughtless words, and looked at her master in puzzlement.

Immortal Youmo sighed slightly, and stretched out his palm tremblingly, as if he wanted to stroke his disciple's hair.

But halfway up the hand, it fell down again in a slump: "Muyue, from now on, the task of protecting the Heavenly Court will be entrusted to you."

Mu Yue faintly felt something was wrong: "What about you? Master?"