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

Wearing tiny monks is like not feeling the burning corrosion of the pool water at all.

Step calmly towards the center of the pool.

“I'll go!” Cold feather foam couldn't help but marvel, "is the little monk's beauty a treasure? Or is this little monk eating a tiger like a pig all the time? ”

The net distance ahead had reached the center of the pool, and he had an extra golden bowl in his hand sometime.

The golden bowl is slowly being placed in the pool water.

The little monk had his hands together ten times, his eyes slightly closed, and his mouth mumbled about what was reciting.

Immediately afterwards, the tumbling pool of water was like roasting on a flame, boiling completely.

The surrounding temperature has risen dramatically by several degrees.

Cold feather foam wiped away the sweat flowing on his face, even taking several steps backwards, but his worried eyes did not instantly fall in the center of the pool.

Is the little monk gonna be okay?

As if to confirm her concern.

There was a sudden burst of noise in the blood pool ahead.

Cold feather foam watched the center of the blood pool collapse, and the clear and distant shadow was instantly swallowed by the boiling pool water.

“Little monk!! ”

Cold feathers screamed and I didn't even want to pull out the Red Lotus sword and jump on it.

Buzz--!!

Suddenly, the knife in her hand trembled violently.

A tremendous force came from the blood pool and dragged her down suddenly.

“Ooh, what's going on? Red Lotus, what's attracting you down here? ”

Cold feather foam desperately tried to pull the knife back, but the suction in the blood pool grew.

Even her soul is almost torn out.

“Shit! Are you dying here today?! ”

Cold feather foam lowered its curse and could no longer be sustained, completely swallowed by a scorching heat wave.

……

It hurts!

In confusion, Cold Feather foam only feels like burning his three souls.

And the red lotus sword in her hand was making more and more sharp buzzes, and the handle was getting hotter and hotter.

Cold feathers instinctively want to put down the knife.

But then he realized what it was, and he grabbed it dead.

Blood permeated the handle along her hand and slowly drifted down the blade.

In the surrounding pool water, a tiny, dusty red crystal begins to converge towards the knife.

A red lotus sword with a dark red glow shines bright red.

On the knife, one red lotus mark after another begins to appear.

The original red boiling pool water actually began to cool down in the process and gradually stopped boiling.

But the cold feathers are really hurting.

She wanted to scream.

Want to chop off your own knife grip.

She can't even wait to faint right now and never wake up again.

The burning pain of God's soul is by no means comparable to physical damage.

Just when cold feathers can barely hold up.

She felt herself embraced in a cool embrace.

There's nothing gently touching her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.

The cold liquid penetrated her teeth as she rolled her hot lips into her throat.

Time, burning pain, vanishing without a trace.

Cold-feathered foam opened its eyes vigorously.

The first thing I saw was the worried face of the little monk close by.

Cold feathers sat up violently: "Little monk, are you okay? I saw you get swallowed by that blood pool...”

Watching her from afar.

For the first time, that sometimes green, sometimes tender, merciful face carried a few moments of bone movement.