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Yu Wushi's eyes slowly turned cold.

Since he knew that he had something to do with the evil gods, Fan Lingshu no longer expected him to have any divinity as a god, so he said to him lightly: "I don't want to do anything with them, and I also ask the royal prince not to interfere." ”

"Don't you want to live?" Yu Wushi sneered in his heart.

This stupid girl, does she expect Luo Ci to give her the antidote?

A sanctimonious immortal orthodoxy like Luo Ci, his responsibility is greater than heaven, and he can't give up everything for her.

"Of course I want to live." "But why do I ask him?" ”

This did not make him feel happy, but even more depressed.

The words whispered by the two were naturally inaudible to others.

Just looking at the way they exchanged heads, Luo Ci's cold gaze still dimmed slightly.

He didn't move for a long time, and several elders couldn't stand it, so they came forward to persuade him, and said all kinds of righteous and awe-inspiring truths.

"Master, save Zifeng!" Dust Feng knelt in front of him, he and Zifeng were both taken back to Luxiantai by Luo Ci when they were very young, and they grew up together, so their feelings were deeper than anyone else.

Standing in their position, naturally only hope to save their own people.

And Fan Lingshu was originally a demon witch, what does her life and death have to do with Lu Xiantai?

"Qingyin Immortal Monarch, Zifeng is your disciple, if you don't save him, do you want to save that demon girl?"

"Ah Ci! Give the pill to Zifeng! Can you bear to look at him like this? ”

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The gossip voice echoed in his ears, but Luo Ci's gaze fell on Fan Lingshu.

Save her...... When this thought flashed through his mind, he felt that he was the greatest sinner in the world, even hypocritical and selfish.

As a model in the Immortal Dao, he didn't care about his disciple's life at all, he only thought about a woman.

As long as he thought that she would become a werewolf without an antidote, and then die in pain, he would rather never be a Qingyin Immortal Monarch again, no responsibility, honor, or immortal way.

Jiang Shaoxin stood next to him, although there was no expression on his face, Jiang Shaoxin knew how strong his struggle was.

Is the Immortal Dao important, or is it just a Brahman's Soul Hub?

If it was Jiang Ci, he would not hesitate to choose Zifeng, but Luo Ci would be so entangled.

In her heart, has the weight of Fan Lingshu already overwhelmed his firm belief and righteous path since he was a child?

In this case, the Brahma Lingshu will not be able to live.

He hated her even more!

Gradually, the Lu Xiantai disciples in the Colosseum all spoke, shouting all the words for him to give the pill to Zifeng.

The voices of these people were like ocean waves, surging layer after layer, surging, completely drowning Luo Ci.

His fingers gripping the bottle snapped into the outline of his handbones, faintly white.

Fan Lingshu stood opposite him, and suddenly his body moved, and when he came to him, in his slightly surprised gaze, snatched the medicine bottle in his hand.

Jiang Shaoxin was taken aback, his eyes flashed coldly, this stinky girl wants to live? How can it be that simple!

He made a quick move, because the distance was close, he could almost crush the shoulder of the Van Lingshu with his hand!

But a light suddenly hit the back of his hand, causing him to retract his hand in great pain, and when he looked up, Yu Wushi looked at him coldly.

Jiang Shaoxin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, this man is too powerful, he is not an opponent at all.