The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

"That's because you have never seen it before," said the black mist. "Little girl, look, your fate should not be like this, but you are short-lived. Do you think it's fair?"

The content of this sentence is full of temptation.

Before Su Nanzhi could speak, he continued: "Well, let's make a deal, let me go, and I'll tell you how to get rid of your fate."

Hearing this, Su Nanzhi squinted her eyes and stared at the black mist, as if she was thinking and also shaking.

"No one can refuse the temptation of longevity," the voice of the black fog sounded, "No one."

"Are you really willing?" Heiwu's voice weakened, but his tone remained unchanged. "Come on, join me, and ask me to be your teacher. I can help you."

"Dream." Su Nanzhi's cold voice sounded.

"If you can really live forever, why do you make yourself so inhuman and ghostly?"

The seller didn't even fully understand it, so he wanted to deceive the buyer, saying that he was dreaming or flattering him.

As soon as Su Nanzhi finished speaking, the input of spiritual power suddenly increased.

The black mist gradually became smaller in the spirit-binding formation. The power of the revival song was obviously not a joke. After a quarter of an hour, the black mist disappeared.

Gone.

Su Nanzhi withdrew her spiritual power, then slumped back to the ground powerlessly.

The two little guys, Xiao Binghua and Xiao Huomiao, jumped around anxiously, but Xiao Huomiao didn't dare to get close to Su Nanzhi.

The flames are burning in her veins now, and if it gets closer, it will only increase her pain.

The only little ice flower that can get close to Su Nanzhi can relieve the discomfort in her body a little, but it is far from enough.

Su Nanzhi moved her body, sat back next to Jiang Beiyu, and braced herself to check his condition.

When I touched it with my hand, I found that his temperature was frighteningly low, like ice.

With such a temperature, it should have been sent to the crematorium for a normal person.

But in Jiang Beiyu's body, this was the mechanism his body activated to resist toxins from wandering in his body.

Even though Su Nanzhi sealed his main veins, the toxin was still moving around, the low temperature can slow down the speed of toxin migration.

Su Nanzhi had no strength left, she said to the two little guys, "Carry him to the room."

Then Xiao Binghua and Xiao Huomiao started to work as porters again.

There are also rooms on the first floor. Although most of the space on the first floor has been destroyed, and many furniture has been messed up by the fire from Sunanzhi and the ice from Jiangbeiyu, some rooms are still usable.

Su Nanzhi didn't even have the strength to climb up.

She sat on the ground for a while, Xu Jing slowly walked out of the original barrier, walked to the side of Su Nanzhi, but looked at the spirit-binding formation.

"That..." Xu Jing suddenly realized that he didn't know how to describe the black mist, so he pointed, "Is he dead?"

"Not dead," Su Nanzhi replied, "That's just a clone. If a clone dies, it will be injured at most."

Xu Jing paused after hearing this, "Then will he come back again?"

Su Nanzhi: "If you come back, you won't be looking for your brother anymore, you should settle accounts with me."

Xu Jing: "..."

There is nothing wrong with it.

Today's wave of Su Nanzhi's hatred is full.

Xu Jing witnessed all this with his own eyes, and there was only one thing in his mind: the special effects in TV dramas dare not be so exaggerated.

His worldview today has collapsed too seriously.

First of all, there are ghosts and Taoists in this world.