Chapter 1322 Master, I Hurt So Much!

Time passed bit by bit, the sandalwood burned slowly, a few wisps of black air suddenly rose from within the cauldron, and waves began to rise on the slightly swaying surface, the waves intensified little by little, and the water surface continued to bubble, getting more and more intense. Urgent, as if it was boiling, as if something was about to rush up.

Devil!

Shen Jiuli's face darkened, and he raised his hand, a burst of flames came out, and the Sanwei Zhenhuo "boomed" and became more vigorous.

There was a shrill scream from inside, and the flames in the ruins suddenly became brighter, and the little Lolita's enchantment broke several layers in an instant, and the golden charm became even more dazzling.

Its body was distorted in a distorted manner, sweating frequently, and finally couldn't help shouting sharply: "Shen Jiuli, you must die! Shen Jiuli!"

Little Lolita's voice had materialized, and it came out from Ning Xuemo's abdomen. The voice was sharp and dull, resounding in the hall.

Shen Jiuli looked even colder, and a blue light came out and got into the medicinal soup.

Ning Xuemo was already in a daze, but she suddenly felt like she had fallen into an ice hole in an instant. It was so cold that she almost froze. The icy thread flowed through her limbs and bones along her blood. Wherever it passed, her blood vessels It was almost about to freeze and crack, and finally flowed into her dantian.

The redness that had just gathered in her eyes dissipated in an instant, turning into black pupils with clear pain.

What does he want to do? Are you playing her to death with the combination of cold and heat? !

The little Lolita in her dantian felt that her feet were slowly freezing. Even though the fire was spreading in front of it, it was shivering from the cold, its feet were already frozen, and it couldn't move a step.

I can only watch the barriers break one after another. The firelight reflected on its pale face, clearly reflecting its terrified expression, and she shouted in Ning Xuemo's mind: "Momo! Momo, please beg him! Please beg! He! If you don’t beg us, we’re really going to die!”

Ning Xuemo's face was as pale as snow from the ice, she clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and said resolutely: "Never! Even if I die, I will never beg him!"

When Ning Xuemo didn't speak, the little Lolita started to shout, her voice was exactly like Ning Xuemo's, she kept screaming: "Master, I'm in so much pain! Master, please, please let me go..."

Shen Jiuli swayed, looked at the boiling medicine cauldron, and became cruel, another burst of flames came out.

"Ning Xuemo" let out a shrill cry, and she suddenly began to cry: "My God, how could you treat me like this, my God..." The voice was very similar to Ning Xuemo's original voice.

Shen Jiuli swayed slightly. He tried his best to stabilize his mind, and set a barrier over the cauldron with his backhand to block the sound coming from inside.

His body was trembling slightly, and he looked back at the quietly burning sandalwood beside the table, his heart tightened, there was still half of it...

The medicine soup in the medicine cauldron has been churning non-stop, but there is no black air left.

But gradually, the medicine soup began to calm down a little bit

Ning Xuemo's thought power in the medicine cauldron circulated crazily, and finally rushed through Shen Jiuli's acupuncture points.

The red light in her eyes was faintly visible, and she jumped up violently, trying to escape from this nightmarish cauldron. She hit the barrier hard and was bounced back into the cauldron, and the hot concoction submerged her again.

When Shen Jiuli saw that figure, his heart was shocked suddenly, and the blood in his chest kept surging, and he was forcibly suppressed by him.

Xuemo, hold on! Must persevere...