jdhmnovel Chapter 223 Young Master, the young master is gone.
Chapter 223 Young Master, the young master is gone.
Nanling, Purple Palace.
As time passed, Zi'an's pale face gradually regained color and the bleeding from his lower body stopped.
Seeing this, Mu Shuang did not breathe a sigh of relief. Instead, his delicate brows were furrowed even deeper, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
The master looked like she was having a miscarriage, but why couldn't he feel the pulse of a pregnant woman? The pulse that was weak and almost nonexistent just now actually returned to normal in the last breath.
A powerful pressure spread across the yard. He landed safely and ran into the house without stopping.
As he stepped into the room, the strong smell of blood made Ping'an's blood begin to boil.
He raised his hand and tapped his body a few times to calm the chaotic mystical energy. He walked around the screen and saw Ming Si kneeling on the mat in a daze. Ping An suppressed his anger and asked, "Ming Si, what's going on?"
Hearing Ping'an's voice, Ming Si looked up stiffly, his pair of bright eyes now without a trace of luster.
Seeing that determined face, hope arose in Ming Si's heart. He crawled forward on his knees and grabbed Ping'an's robe without caring about anything else.
"Master, the young master is gone."
Hearing this, Ping'an's eyes narrowed. Without saying a word, he pushed Ming Si away and was about to walk towards the couch. At this moment, a white light rushed in from outside.
Ping'an's eyes were cold. He raised his hand and a talisman appeared at his fingertips, which he threw at the creature that suddenly appeared.
The white light nimbly avoided the talisman, fell to the ground and turned into a little doll, rushing towards the bed.
A child's voice that was indistinguishable between a man and a woman rang out solemnly, "Little Master Ping An, it's me!"
little Master?
A spiritual beast, or a high-level spiritual beast.
Nowadays, the only people who have spiritual beasts, and high-level ones at that, are those around my sister.
Ping An collected his thoughts and said nothing for the time being. He followed the man to the couch. When he saw the scenery on the couch, his breathing almost stopped.
My feet went weak and I luckily held onto a shelf beside me to avoid falling.
How did it come to this? Who is responsible?
"Get out of the way, I'll do it."
The tender child's voice sounded with pressure.
These words were spoken to Mu Shuang who was still taking his pulse.
Mu Shuang raised her eyes, wanting to say something! However, when she met those indifferent indigo eyes, she could not say anything.
The inquiring gaze fell on Ping An who was observing the baby.
Ping'an looked at the child in white clothes with half-tied white hair. His eyes swept across the child's indigo eyes and the red lotus hairpin on his forehead, and he had something in mind.
Waving his hand: "Mu Shuang, please leave."
Mu Shuang: "Yes, young master."
The child came to the couch, closed his eyes, raised his hands, and a series of familiar hand-shaking techniques flew across his cute little hands.
When Ping An saw this, he was sure in his mind who the beast was.
Milky white spiritual energy flowed out from the fingertips and went towards the person on the couch.
When the spiritual energy was about to touch Zi'an, purple light suddenly appeared around him, dispersing the milky white spiritual energy.
The faces of the child and Ping An changed, and Ping An grabbed the child and quickly retreated.
The aftermath spread out with Zi'an as the center, the vase ornaments shattered to the ground, and the surrounding gauze curtains were shaken and flew everywhere.
In the dark clouds pressing down outside the palace, purple lightning exploded into circles of white light.
The child stood firm and was released safely.
He looked sideways at the strong wind outside the window and murmured, "Something happened to the master."
Ping An, who was closest to him, heard this and quickly half-knelt down, holding the child's shoulders, looking into his eyes, and asked, "Youxue, is my brother-in-law okay? And, what happened to my sister?"
The two words "Youxue" shocked Ming Si, who was standing by, so much that he suddenly looked at the exquisite child in front of Ping An.
Isn’t Youxue the little snake beside the master?
There are records of animals that can transform into different shapes in the library in the palace. Animals have spirits, and when they obtain the great Dao, their spirits become wise, and when they attain the Dao and become gods, they can transform into different shapes.
Youxue didn't know how much of a storm she had stirred up in Ming Si's heart. She just tilted her head and looked around and said something else: "Little Master Ping'an, you recognized me!"
Ping'an nodded, and the hand he was holding with Youxue was trembling slightly.
After confirming that something was wrong with Ping An, Youxue raised her hand and touched Ping An's brow with her fingertips. A milky white spiritual energy flowed into Ping An's body.
The mysterious energy that was raging just now suddenly calmed down, and the chaotic thoughts in his mind became clear.
Ping An took a deep breath, let go of You Xue, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry."
Youxue didn't understand why Ping An wanted to apologize to him, so she said in a serious, childish voice, "The master husband is fine."
Speaking of her master, Youxue lowered her eyes, hiding her disappointment and continued, "Master... her life is not safe, but her soul star has a problem."
Since he left his master, the only time he was able to contact his master during an upgrade, he lost contact with his master before he could say anything.
At this point, he could only sense from the contract that the master was still alive, and he could not do anything else.
No wonder, no wonder!
My sister's soul is dark, so that's how it is.
The soul star is the key to determining whether a person can become a god and achieve positive results.
If something happens to the Soul Star, this person will either become a fool or a living dead.
Just like my father and grandfather, falling asleep and waiting for the vitality to run out.
The more Ping An thought about it, the paler his face became.
Youxue ignored Ping'an who was in a trance, and looked with her indigo eyes at her husband who was shrouded in purple light on the bed. These were the soul powers of her master.
Her soul power was cut apart, just like her spirit was torn apart. The master also converted the power of her spirit and soul through the heart knot. How painful it must be for her.
Thinking of something, he looked around the room and asked, "Where's Le Feng?"
What about this guy? With its ability, it shouldn't let the master husband get into trouble.
He was delayed for a few days because of his master's advancement and he followed him on the road to advance. He didn't expect that such a big thing would happen in just a few days.
Thinking back to when he came to Lingdu, he was disturbed by the power of rules in his search for his husband. Would it be the same for Le Feng?
Ming Si then spoke, "Lord Youxue, Le Feng is here."
Ping'an and Youxue looked at Ming Si at the same time, and then followed the direction of Ming Si's finger and saw the white tiger sleeping on the carved chair.
When Youxue saw the blood on its white fur, a hint of disgust flashed across her indigo eyes.
He stepped forward with his short legs, raised his hand, and stopped with his fingertips just one finger's distance from the white tiger's eyebrows.
The clear indigo eyes looked at the dirt on the white tiger's fur with some disgust.
With his free hand, he took out a handkerchief, wrapped his fingers around it, and then placed his fingertips on Baihu's forehead.
The milky white spiritual energy flowed into Le Feng's body through his fingertips. Youxue raised her eyebrows, and the disgust in her eyes became even stronger.
He was actually knocked unconscious by the power of rules. What a waste.
Ten breaths later, the white tiger's dull fur regained its luster.
The moment Youxue withdrew her hand and threw away the handkerchief, the white tiger in front of her suddenly jumped up, and just when it was about to return to its original form.
"White Tiger, if you dare to return to your true form, the master will peel off your skin."
The clear child's voice had no deterrent effect, but it still made Baihu Lefeng tremble.
Le Feng, who was about to transform, was stuck at the moment his hair exploded.
The red-gold pupils looked towards Youxue.
The air fell silent.