Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 15 You Can't Treat Me Better
The surrounding atmosphere was eerily quiet, like a pool of stagnant water, lifeless.

Her keen sense of smell also smelled a bloody smell at this time.

A bad premonition spread in Murphy's heart.

She quickened her pace and ran up the stone steps.

When she entered the main courtyard of the Taoist temple and saw the corpses all over the ground, her deep pupils shrank slightly.

The Taoist priests in gray and white Taoist uniforms fell to the ground in disorder, their eyes full of panic before dying.

The wounds of the dead people were all on the neck. From the point of view of the method, it was done by one person or a group of people.

"The Taoist temple has been destroyed? What about Master Hua Wugou?" The corners of Mo Feixun's mouth twitched slightly, he couldn't be so unlucky, could he?
She pinned all her hopes on his master.

Who knew that when he came here, he encountered such a thing, the Taoist temple was completely destroyed, so his master might be in danger, right?
"Hua Wugou, his master..." Mo Fei searched for his spiritual roots, quickly turned around in the Taoist temple, and shouted, hoping that Master Hua Wugou could hear him.

"Hua Wugou, his master..."

"Hey, are there any survivors?"

He yelled a few times, but there was no response.

Mo Feixun's heart couldn't help sinking, he must have guessed it right.

"There...someone...is, here!"

Just when Mo Fei was wondering if all the people in this temple had died, a weak voice responded to her.

"Huh?" Mo Feixun hurriedly turned around, looking around for the sound.

It was found that one of the dead people moved a hand.

Mo Feixun walked over and pulled him out of the corpse.

He looked at the old Taoist man covered in blood, frowned slightly, took out the palace bell that Hua Wugou had given her, and said, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, I just want to know where Master Hua Wugou is?"

"Poverty, poverty... that's right." The old Taoist looked at the palace bell in Mo Feixun's hand, knowing that Hua Wugou must have sent her here, so he was relieved.

"Huh?" Mo Feixun's red eyes widened, a little surprised, but he didn't expect this old guy to be.

Mo Feixun probed the old Daoist's body, with a look of hopelessness on his face, he let go, and the old Daoist fell to the ground again.

It's over, hopeless!
She found that she had been cheated by Hua Wugou.

The old man was about to die, and she had no hope of restoring her spiritual roots.

"Oh... You little bastard, you know I'm seriously injured, but you still throw me like this. I'm about to die, can't you treat me better?"

Mo Feixun looked indifferent: "I can't."

There is no hope of recovering her spirit root, so why should she treat him better?
The old Taoist vomited blood: "..."

Mo Feixun sighed softly, stood up and planned to leave.

If you don't go, do you still stay here to collect their corpses?

"Little bastard, didn't my apprentice ask you to come? Don't go." The old Taoist knew that he was going to die, but he still had things to do, and he finally hoped for a living person, but he couldn't let him go. up.

"Well, it was your disciple who asked me to come. He asked you to help me restore my spiritual roots and my disordered meridians, but he didn't ask me to collect the corpse for you."

Mo Feixun's red eyes were cold, and he said lightly: "But you can't protect yourself, let alone other things. Die early and reincarnate early, goodbye, old man!"

"..." The old Taoist had never seen such a heartless person.

Still die early and reincarnate early?Little brat, won't your conscience ache? How angry!
"Wait, wait...Little bastard, don't go, I can repair your spiritual root, I can." The old Taoist blinked, and Mo Feixun had already walked several steps away, so he hurriedly shouted road.

(End of this chapter)