"ah……!!"

"Plop!"

A fairy with a beautiful face fell into the sky.

Lying on top of a woman with eyes as clear as the autumn moon and an extremely soft appearance.

All of a sudden, the lilies bloomed, and they were extremely fragrant.

"Bulang, are you okay?"

The woman who was being pressed down actually took the initiative to care about the fairy who was holding her down.

"It's okay..." An Bulang stood up with difficulty. He looked at the shrinking hole above him and finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Damn... I finally escaped from the clutches of that dog..."

This pursuit and escape could be described as a narrow escape, extremely dangerous.

After successfully getting out of trouble, even An Bulang, who had always been elegant and easy-going, couldn't help but spit out the fragrance.

The Emperor Wu had done him so badly. One day, he would take revenge and let the Emperor Wu feel what despair was!

An Bulang glanced viciously at the shrinking void, and then unexpectedly discovered that there was another broken arm falling to the ground.

This scared him and Mo Shi quite a bit.

I thought this was another weird magic spell performed by Emperor Wu.

It wasn't until the pale and black severed arm fell to the ground with a thud, without any air connection or any energy fluctuations, that the two of them breathed a sigh of relief again.

"It seems that the space has isolated the control power of Emperor Wu, otherwise even if it is a severed arm, Emperor Emperor Wu can still control it to kill a powerful person at the peak of the Divine Sea Realm..." An Bulang said with lingering fear.

Mo Shi pointed at the silver flash on the severed arm with sharp eyes.

"what is that?"

An Bulang looked at it, his expression gradually solidified.

"Fuck!!!"

The young man once again used popular vocabulary to express his shock.

Because in the finger of the broken arm, there was actually a Na ring shining brightly.

That is the promise of no emperor's son!

"What the hell..."

"It doesn't matter if you successfully get out of trouble. Do you still get benefits?"

"Do you want to be so polite?"

An Bulang immediately picked up the ring and smiled like a child.

What is the Najie in The Emperor's Son?

Inestimable value!!

An Bulang glanced at Mo Shi again with great admiration.

She is truly a woman who has mastered the magic of poking to the extreme. Not only can she cut off the hands, feet, and heads of Emperor Zhongwu, but she can even deprive him of all his wealth...

In comparison, when An Bulang puts on women's clothes, he doesn't feel as good as Mo Shi!

An Bulang was very happy and gently stroked Najie, who had never been an emperor.

However, he did not open the ring immediately because he was afraid that there would be something difficult for him to handle.

Apart from anything else, there is another half of the Heavenly Demon Cauldron inside Najie. What would happen if the two Heavenly Demon Cauldrons merged into one, even An Bulang couldn't imagine. Anyway, it was not something he could handle now.

His physical condition is extremely poor now, and the top priority is to recover from his injuries first.

An Bulang put the Emperor's Najie into his own, then took a look at his gorgeous skirt and murmured to himself, "It's better to take off Jiutian Nishang, these clothes are almost draining my body."

That’s it…”

"Ah...is it so serious? Can't you keep wearing it?"

Mo Shi's expression was a little disappointed, and then she looked at An Bulang with burning eyes, as if she felt that such a beautiful fairy was very rare, and it was just one more look.

An Bulang looked speechless, took off Jiutian's colorful clothes and put them into the ring.

His strength was fading rapidly, and suddenly an extremely weak feeling began to flow throughout his body.

What followed was unimaginable pain.

"ah……!"

An Bulang screamed and hurriedly took out a spiritual-level pill from the Najie and wanted to take it.

The body, which was forcibly supported by Jiutian's colorful clothes, suddenly experienced a reaction at this moment. It felt like the flesh and blood were tearing, the internal organs were shattering, and every inch of the meridians and even the soul were throbbing in pain!

"puff……"

He just opened his mouth, and before he had time to swallow the pill, he spit out a large mouthful of blood. Without any strength in his body, he fell straight backwards.

His body was injured so badly that it was unimaginable. When the accumulated injuries erupted like a tide, he collapsed without being able to make any movement at all.

In fact, if he continues to fight in Jiutian Nishang for a period of time, when Jiutian Nishang drains his body to a certain extent, he may take off his skirt and die suddenly on the spot.

"Bu Lang!" Mo Shi exclaimed and held An Bulang in his arms.

The woman discovered that the boy's anger was coming out more than it was coming in, so she was so frightened that she immediately put the elixir into An Bulang's mouth.

The powerful elixir power burst out in the body, trying to repair the boy's injuries, but in an instant all the elixir power was completely swallowed up by a terrifying suction force, as if falling into the abyss.

"This is……"

Mo Shi noticed the abyss scar on An Bulang's chest.

That scar actually robs the power of Anbulang Lingdan!!

Without the life-saving elixir, An Bulang's body was on the verge of breaking, his condition was getting worse and worse, and he was quickly heading towards death, like a withering flower.

"Pfft..." An Bulang spat out another mouthful of blood.

He was completely limp and fell into Mo Shi's arms.

The crystal clear complexion becomes dull, and various body functions are rapidly collapsing.

Mo Shi cast a healing spell on An Bulang, but every time he cast the spell, the healing power would be completely swallowed up by the trauma of the abyss, and would not be able to affect An Bulang at all.

"How to do how to do……"

Mo Shi panicked.

She hugged An Bulang and looked at her surroundings.

This is an extremely empty area, with tall black mountains standing tall, and not a single blade of grass growing on the ground. Not only that, there are a lot of black spider webs in the sky, the void is shattered, and there are a lot of terrifying energy turbulences that are raging crazily.

Yes, this place, like the previous place, was on the verge of fragmentation and destruction. It was even worse in terms of environment, and there was absolutely nothing that could help her.

"It's over, he really can't hold it anymore..."

Mo Shi felt that An Bulang's situation was extremely bad, and the smell of death was getting stronger and stronger.

But what can I do?

What on earth can I do?

Mo Shi hugged An Bulang and knelt on the ground, racking his brains but couldn't think of a way. Tears were surging in his eyes.

"Blame me……"

"I hurt you..."

"I am a devil, a devil who will kill everyone close to me..."

Mo Shi lowered his head, with messy black hair hanging down, and hugged An Bulang tightly, his delicate body trembling constantly.

Dark cracks spread across the sky.

The collapse of the void intensified.

The energy turbulence is raging and will destroy everything.

An Bulang's breath became weaker and weaker, and he could not even speak. The abyss-like wound on his chest seemed to be grinning, eating away at life quickly.

Mo Shi held An Bulang like a fallen leaf floating in the tide. He was completely helpless and tried his best to save the boy in his arms.

"what can I do……"

"What else can I do..."

"It would be great if I could master how to control luck... Unfortunately, I can only bring bad luck to people..."

Mo Shi can only influence others with her dojo, but cannot make others live a better life. She hates herself for being like this. It would be great if she could concentrate all her luck on An Bulang...

etc……

Luck concentration...?

An electric light flashed in Mo Shi's mind.

She thought of the previous consecutive attacks on Xingying Shenzi and Zhongwu Emperor Zi, and the indirect beneficiaries were her and An Bulang. In the end, Zhongwu Emperor Zi's Najie fell into An Bulang's hands.
To be continued...