The Enchantress of Medicine, with the Heaven Defying Child, and the Black Belly Father

But the majority of the paintings are still four-product low-order tokens.

The only five-pint character, the only one who has now broken his head in the ruins of the sky, has already been fired to the price of the barrier.

Mu Yanming's thoughts moved and Fu Lu burned immediately and was pressed against Zheng Jiaming's chest.

The golden flame burned rapidly on Zheng Jiaming's body and then spread from his chest toward his surrounding body.

Zheng Jiaming, who was in a coma, began to twitch and his forehead showed a little cold sweat.

Afterwards, a black smoke visible to the naked eye emerged from the filaments of his body, wrapped in a golden flame.

Or more like being slowly devoured by a golden flame.

Watching all the black threads get swallowed up in the golden flames.

The golden flame suddenly burst out of nowhere.

And the black thread was removed and returned to Zheng Jiaming's body.

Zheng Jiaming screamed painfully and kept rolling in bed.

Mu Yan reached out his eyebrows slightly before he fell asleep again.

“Brother! Brother!” Zheng Xiaofat looked at Muyan nervously, "Ye Dashen, what was that all about? What's wrong with my brother? ”

There was nothing too surprising about Mu's face, he said faintly: “The four pints are not graded enough to last until all the poison of the Yin Chill is cleared. ”

After all, Mercy was once a ferry fixer.

Even if it falls today, it's not a four-pint charm that can resist.

Zheng Xiaochu hurried: “What should we do? Can't you even save Ye? ”

“What's the hurry?” But Mu Yan still slowed down the sleigh, and took out the vermilion pen and yellow paper. "Four pints are no good, just five pints of spiritual character. ”

After that, Zheng Xiao Fatty stared at him.

Moo-yan found a place to support him and leaned over and started drawing the symbols.

Red vermilion ink, slowly on yellow charm paper, faintly stained with gorgeous and complex patterns.

Rich and uniform spiritual power, a little as the pattern outlines, infiltrates the slaughter and charm paper.

Zheng Xiaofat rubbed his eyes and rubbed his eyes again.

Wait, wait! Shouldn't the charm be incense-burning, calming, sitting correctly in front of the case?

Why... Why did Ye Dazhen start painting when he leaned casually on a corner?

And so fast?

Hiddenly, Zheng Xiaofat felt like he heard the sound of Light Spirit.

The music was intermittent and not convoluted, but it made him feel like he was in the mountains and forests, forgetting everything around him.

“Come on, paint it. ”

Zheng Xiaofat did not return to God until Mu 'an's faint voice sounded.

Then Mu Yan slowly walked up to Zheng Jiaming and put the charm in his hand on him.

The corner of my mouth pulls a deep curve, “I'd like to see if it's your shadow's strength or my spirit's strength. ”

……

Half an hour later.

Zheng Xiaofat followed his brother, watching his brother respectfully kneel down to Mu Yan, beautifying his heart, I don't know how to do it.

See, he recognized the big brother as good and awesome.

He used to cause trouble, brother protect him and help him.

Now he finally has the power to protect his brother.

Coming out of the ruins of the sky, Zheng Jiaming saw his fat brother. He couldn't help but touch his head gently. His eyes were a little red, “Jiabao, thank you. Without you this time, I'm afraid Big Brother would be dead. ”