V2.Chapter 461

"How about... let's go to the Sang family and get back the blood pill of Little Rakshasa?" Ying Liu said.

"Who's going to grab it? You or I?" Qingyan glanced at Yan Jiuchao and Sikongye who were using the longevity formula to warm up the little Rakshasa. After killing the Sang family, do you really think these two men are kind?

Qingyan said again: "You can think of ways they can't think of? Isn't there no choice? Although the Sang family has lost the blood rakshasa, there are still many high-level Asura kings, except for the nine dynasty and the ancestors. , no one is their opponent."

This is not arrogant. The Sang family has been planning this day for too long, and they have secretly cultivated countless masters. They may be able to defeat one or two, but if they come in a group or two, they will not be able to withstand it.

Well, it must be so!

His family's Xiao Jiuchao didn't let them go to grab the blood pill of Xiao Rakshasa for their safety!

However, Yu Wan vaguely felt that this was not the case. Yan Jiuchao could go and snatch the blood pill back, but...he didn't do it.

Yan Jiuchao was forcing the Rakshasa King to give up his blood pill.

Even her great-grandfather did.

Little Rakshasa can live, but... King Rakshasa must die!

In the face of the sacrifice of King Rakshasa, will the two not bear it?

But if he obeys the emotion in his heart, he will most likely get the bitter fruit of King Rakshasa's blood-washing the Underworld. It's not that King Rakshasa wants to become bad, it's an instinct that has been engraved in his bones.

Turning her mind, Yu Wan couldn't help but sighed that she was the only one who was soft-hearted from beginning to end. These two men were really terribly rational and calm.

Ying Shisan also quickly understood the intention of his young master, and said lightly: "The most important thing right now is their injuries. Mammy, Doctor Cui, what can we do?"

"Yes." Old Cui nodded, made a list, and drew a few herbs, "You can't buy it in the herbal medicine store above, you go to Mingshan to pick it up, remember, you must pick it up before dark. "

"That's so much." Ying Liu looked at the long list on the list, and immediately one of the first two was big!

Grandma paused for a while, and also made a recipe, and said, "Bring the King of Ten Thousand Gus to find these kinds of Gu worms."

They can't do things that use human blood as medicine, so they can only use Gu worms instead.

Qingyan and Yuegou entered Ming Mountain to look for medicinal herbs. Ying Liu and Sikong Changfeng, who arrived after hearing the news, brought the Ten Thousand Gu King to search for Gu insects, while Ying Thirteen stayed behind to guard Chaoyang Hall.

The owner of the Sang family has just made a big vote, and it stands to reason that he will not kill a carbine, but it is always right to be cautious when sailing the ship for ten thousand years.

There was a lot of movement in Mingshan, and the head of the Sikong family also got the news. That little Rakshasa was nothing more than that. When he heard that the ancestor of Sikong was going to rescue the Rakshasa King of the Sang family, he showed an incomprehensible look: "Is the news reliable? Zuhe... really want to save Sang Qiuhan?"

The guards cupped their hands and said, "Yes, Patriarch, the entire Chaoyang Palace knows that Yan Shizi's people and the Chaoyang Palace disciples have already entered the Ming Mountain to find Gu insects and medicinal materials."

Patriarch Sikong coughed a few times. He injured King Rakshasa and used up all of his energy to save Sikong Changfeng. I am afraid it will be difficult to recover in this life. No one knows how much he hates King Rakshasa.

"Patriarch..." Seeing that Patriarch Sikong didn't look right, the guard asked boldly, "Do you want to be a subordinate..."

He didn't say anything after that, just made a gesture.

There were countless entanglements in Patriarch Sikong's eyes.

"Where's the eldest son?" he asked.

The guard said: "The eldest son has also gone to help find Gu worms and medicinal materials."

"He almost died in the hands of King Rakshasa, so he helped to save that guy? Even if he didn't care about himself, did he forget that his own father was injured by King Rakshasa?!" Sikong Patriarch As soon as the breath came out, I coughed again for a while, only to feel that my lungs were about to cough out.

"Patriarch!" The guard hurriedly served a cup of hot tea, "You calm down."

Patriarch Sikong pushed the tea away, gritted his teeth and said, "Men's majors are not to be left behind!"

"Then... the head of the family..." The guard showed a meaningful look for the second time.

Now the Chaoyang Palace is a mess, and the life and death of the Rakshasa King is unknown. It is easier to kill him than to kill an ant.

The guard knelt down on one knee: "Patriarch, as long as you nod your head, your subordinates will do it immediately! If your subordinate kills Queen Rakshasa, he will immediately take poison and commit suicide, and he will never harm the Patriarch!"

Sikong Patriarch was silent.

The guard continued: "King Rakshasa is very heinous, if he can't get rid of him today, he will recover in the future, and the entire Underworld will fall into endless disasters! The Sikong family is the royal family of Mingdu, and it should protect the safety of the people of Mingdu. Own responsibility, even if the Patriarch does not avenge himself, he should clear the hidden dangers for the people of Mingdu! Patriarch! Order!"

Master Sikong squeezed the cup tightly.

When the guard saw that the head of the family did not speak, when he was worried that he would not be able to do anything, he vowed: "This subordinate will not miss it! Chaoyang Palace now trusts the Sikong family very much, and there are many of our guards there, and the subordinate only said yes. Send medicine to King Rakshasa, you can do it!"

Thanks to the blessing of King Rakshasa, the Sikong family lost all martial arts, and the Sikong family also lost many masters. Even if he is not the city owner of the Underworld City, he should not let him go.

Patriarch Sikong took a deep breath and closed his eyes: "Go back."

The guard was stunned: "Patriarch?"

Patriarch Sikong put down his hands in despair: "If I do this, what's the difference with Sang Chonghua? Since he is the person the ancestor wants to save, I can't touch him. My Sikong family will think of something other than him!"

The guard hesitated: "But..."

The head of the Sikong family said sternly: "It is the responsibility of our Sikong family to protect the Ming. The ancestor is also a member of the Sikong family. He dares to save him today, and if he wants to come to the future, he will not be afraid of not being able to kill him. I believe in the ancestor."

In the evening, the two groups of people who went to search for medicinal materials and Gu insects returned to Chaoyang Hall.

Old Cuitou went to the pill room with the herbs, while Grandma brought Gu insects back to her room.

Rakshasa King and Little Rakshasa have been taken to the secret room by Sikong Ye and Yan Jiuchao, and they have not stopped using the longevity formula to input their inner strength for a whole day.

Yu Wan asked the kitchen to boil two bowls of ginseng soup, intending to send it to them, but as soon as she left the small kitchen, she ran into three little black eggs waiting at the door.

"Where's my brother?" Xiaobao asked.

When Yan Jiuchao took the little Rakshasa back to the yard, they saw it, but when they got dressed and went to Grandpa Cui's house, both father and brother were gone.

"Brother... fell asleep." Yu Wan said with a smile.

"Can the younger brother wake up?" Erbao asked.

Of course people who are asleep will wake up. The reason why they ask this more is that they have already realized in their hearts that their brother is not just asleep.

Holding the tray in one hand, Yu Wan freed the other hand to touch the small heads of the three of them: "What do you think?"

Xiaobao said seriously: "Yes, of course! My brother will wake up! I, I, I... We also left something delicious for my brother!"

Erbao and Dabao opened their pockets one after another, revealing the candy that had been hidden for several days.

"Stealing candy again." Yu Wan hugged them.

Yu Wan went to the secret room to deliver a bowl of ginseng soup, and she didn't know much about what happened after that. Old Cui Tou didn't let her fight, so she could only wait in the room.

She watched the basins of blood come out, and then watched the bowls of soup go in.

She leaned against the table and took a nap, and woke up at dawn.

The morning light on the horizon was a bit dazzling, she opened the door, raised her hand to block it subconsciously, and after getting used to the light, she walked towards the secret room.

Qingyan and the others were busy all night, all of them guarding the secret room with haggard expressions.

"How's it going?" Yu Wan asked.

"I don't know." Qingyan sighed, "Me, Yuegou, and the disciples of Chaoyang Temple were all blasted out, and Ying Liu was inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ying Liu came out with a pair of huge dark circles under his eyes.

"How's it going?" This time, Hua Qingyan couldn't wait to ask.

"Go and see for yourself." Ying Liuhong said with rims of eyes.

Qingyan grabbed his arm: "You... why are you looking like this? Didn't you save your life?"

Ying Liu choked and shook his head, ignored Qingyan, and headed back to the house.

Yu Wan and Qingyan entered the secret room.

There was a thick bloody smell in the secret room. King Rakshasa and the little Rakshasa lay quietly on the stone platform, and Sikong Ye sat on the side with a pale face.

Yan Jiuchao was carefully dressing the little Rakshasa.

Old Cui Tou and grandma were paralyzed from exhaustion, and sat on the ground, unable to get up.

Yu Wan glanced at everyone: "In the end... what's the situation? Ying Liu's eyes are so red, isn't he saving his life?"

The Rakshasa King on the stone platform slowly opened his eyes.

Yu Wanxing stared.

Qingyan also widened his eyes: "He...he's still alive...that little..."

Didn't he take the blood pill to save the little Rakshasa? Ying Liu cried because Little Rakshasa died?

He wanted to cry too! ! !

King Rakshasa's reaction was not much better than Qingyan's. After he was sure that he was still alive, he looked in horror at the little Rakshasa who was being held in his arms by Yan Jiuchao. Cui Tou said weakly: "Don't scream, your blood pill...give it..."

The Rakshasa King was stunned at first, then he touched his dantian, and then he was even more astonished.

Old Cui Tou said: "Well, yes, you also have blood pills."

Yu Wan asked in confusion, "Old Cuitou, what's going on?"

Old Cui Tou snorted: "Ask your grandfather, how ruthless you are. At the critical moment, only half of his blood pill was dug up."

"Does little Rakshasa only have half a blood pill in his body?" Yu Wan asked.

"Of course not." Old Cuitou said, and glanced at Sikong Ye, who was pale, "Your great grandfather, dug out half of your inner elixir and gave it to Xiao Luosha."