Seeing that all the interference was gone, Wen Jiu supported her last breath, silently chanting Abizhong's magic with his heart and mouth, and then he quickly pushed the miasma all over his body into the palm of his hand.

At the same time, with the magic trick of warm wine, a little green light began to appear at the mouth of Shang He's wrist, which was different from Shang He's saving people on the coastal border. At this time, the green fluorescence coming out of Shang He's body was substantial, not simply the spiritual power of the pharmacist.

Instead, the extremely small part of the pharmacist blood in the real body, the only trace of the essence-achieving blood in the Wenjiu body was also used by Wenjiu to transform the bright red cinnabar.

It was just that he wanted to get out of the miasma that was tightly wrapped around Xuanyuan Jimo's chest, but more Shennong's bloodline was needed to drive it away. Otherwise, Xuanyuan Jimo would never wake up, let alone the soul master returned to his position.

The same Wenjiu saved not the current Xuanyuan Jimo, but the main soul of the Pluto and the Pluto who seemed to be dreaming one after another in the Palace of the Pluto.

I thought I was Shang He who had fallen asleep, but I thought that when I woke up, all this could end, but Shang He found that he was just being imprisoned in a dark place.

After waiting for a long time, Shang He thought the captain gave up had not had time to be happy. The sudden chanting of magic tricks from outside his body made Shang He's entire soul tremble.

Shang He couldn't understand anything about the magic trick, but there was one thing Shang He heard. He heard something like Shennong, what is sacrifice, what is wine, etc., but the others were obscure and difficult to understand, and even Shang He wanted to repeat it again and could not repeat it.

He didn't know that his noble blood had already appeared on his hands. Shang He suddenly felt a chill on his face. The stunned Shang He touched his face unconsciously, and suddenly his hand became wet and cold. The warm liquid slid down from his eyes.

Shang He felt that something was sad and something was leaving his body. Shang He even felt the grief of many things in this world, and he was even more at the brunt of it.

Shang He, who rubbed his fingers, didn't know what expression to face the strange scene in front of him, but suddenly he was blessed to his heart and said reluctantly: "When will the soul also have tears?"

The soul has no tears, and the person with tears is the person, so it is Shang He who touches his face. Looking at Shang He's sudden lifting of his left hand, Wen Jiu frowned. If Shang He was a little reluctant during this period, then the bloodline would not be forced out.

The Shennong bloodline that entered Xuanyuan Jimo's body was like raindrops moistening the desert. It was just the beginning. If the rain couldn't fall, all the previous efforts would be wasted.

Looking at Shang He who had his eyelashes wet during his sleep in a coma, Wen Jiu ignored so much and forced his miasma palm to press the only place on Xuanyuan Jimo's whole chest without the character "卍" on his chest.

Miasma can only be attracted by miasma, but this miasma is a little conscious, just like a child. When he is not hurt, he just stubbornly abides by the orders of his parents. However, the children who are hurt will look for their companions as soon as possible.

Feeling the miasma creeping into his body bit by bit, Wen Jiu's mouth suddenly raised, and then he whispered to Shang He who was sleeping: "Thank you!"

Shang He can be regarded as the most mellow person in the entire land of agriculture. The disappearance and exhaustion of this bloodline is enough for the human race to feel it. The human emperor bloodline that guards them is truly beginning to disappear between heaven and earth.

"Mai, why are you crying?" Bai Han looked at Mai Zhen who couldn't stop crying and comforted her with a worried look: "The head and the wife will be fine, so don't worry."

"No, it's not worrying." Mai Zhen suddenly covered his chest tightly, looked at all the people around him with a slight look of confusion and said, "I feel a little sad."

"Sad?" Wen He turned his head and looked at Mai Zhen, who was also a Chinese, twitched his mouth stiffly, touched his only right eye with tears and said, "It turns out that I am not the only one who feels sad."

"What's wrong with you?" Shennong sat in China. As the bloodline of China, of course, he was the first to feel the grief of his patron saint being about to leave him.

The same performance was even more intense, Er and Lolita. The priest who had already stepped on the island land wiped the cool liquid that had slipped down from his head, looked up with some confusion and said, "E, have you saliva?"

"No, no!" Er shook his head, and a pair of bright big foxes' eyes filled with tears, and they pulled them to the driver's chest and said, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts the master's bloodline disappears!

"Ah!" At the same time, Lolita's performance was indeed more violent than Er. She suddenly showed her fox teeth to the sky, and cursed: "What the hell, why is my chest so stuffy?"

"How could this happen?" As soon as Ziya finished speaking, it was like a leading word. Everyone on the land of China suddenly had such doubts in their hearts.

How could this happen? How could the heart beat so fast? How could it happen? How could it feel like it is indescribable sadness surrounds me?

"Huh? Why are you crying?" A colleague asked in surprise by pointing to the eyes of another colleague.

The colleague asked, dazed to touch the corner of his eyes and said, "I, I don't know, why I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, so uncomfortable."

"Is that true?" The female colleague also moved her underwear belt carefully and said, "I'm also a little nervous about my chest. Are you wearing underwear today?"

"Why are you crying when you're wearing underwear?" The female staff member with a crying voice shed tears. She didn't care about so much, and immediately shed tears happily, pointing at another colleague while she was flowing.

Another colleague frowned, reached out and touched his face in a daze, and said with some discomfort and choked: "Yes, why am I crying?"

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Why are you crying?

Crying Shennong!

Good morning!

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Chapter completed!