Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Luo Lin's face changed. He didn't expect the other party's goal to be so clear:

"Miss Nan, you are wrong. This herb is what our Luoshui Sect urgently needs to cure our junior sister who has been poisoned.

As for the mother of the mortal child...she has her own mortal medicine to cure him, so why waste such a spiritual object?"

"fart!"

Nan Xiang was so angry that her face turned red. "If ordinary medicine and stones were useful, would Xiaoxiao's mother still be lying there until now? In your sect, human life is life, but mortal life is not life? Hand over the grass now!"

Su Chen did not say anything, but just looked at Luo Lin quietly. His eyes were calm, but they had the power to see through people's hearts, as if saying: Hand it over, or not?

Luo Lin felt a chill in his heart when he looked at him, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

He knew that there was no chance of winning in a head-on fight, as Su Chen's terror was far beyond their imagination.

His mind raced, and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face. He said apologetically:

"So that's it! The Buddhist disciple and the female donor came here for this? Alas, I was negligent. I only thought about saving my junior sister and didn't care about others.

This herb... this herb should be given to someone who needs it more, but..."

He changed the subject, with embarrassment:

“It’s just that this herb is not easy to pick, and it seems to have damaged its spirituality, so I’m afraid its medicinal effect will be greatly reduced.

Besides, I do know a few methods to cure mortals, and perhaps I don’t need this herb to cure them…”

He tried to use the excuses of "the efficacy of the medicine has been greatly reduced" and "alternative options" to delay time, while secretly giving Cui Yan a wink.

Cui Yan understood, and although he was extremely reluctant, he also knew that he couldn't force it at this moment. He suppressed his anger and said in a rough voice:

"Humph, Senior Brother Luo is right! Wasting spiritual herbs for a mortal is simply a waste of heaven's gifts! Buddhist son, isn't your Ten Thousand Buddha Sect the most compassionate? Are you going to rob my immortal sect of its life-saving supplies just for a demon woman... and a mortal?"

He deliberately emphasized the word "witch" in an attempt to stir up discord between Su Chen and Nan Xiang, or to anger Su Chen.

However, Su Chen's reaction was beyond their expectations.

He was not angry, and did not even look at Cui Yan. His eyes fell on Luo Linzangcao's chest. His voice was cold, like the collision of jade and stone, with unquestionable pressure:

"Don't worry about the efficacy of the medicine. Hand over the herbs, or I can take them myself."

These eight simple words hit Luo Lin and Cui Yan like a heavy hammer.

The air solidified instantly, and the purple mist seemed to have stopped flowing.

The fake smile on Luo Lin's face completely froze, and the hands hidden in his sleeves trembled slightly.

He had no doubt that if he said "no" again, this seemingly calm Buddhist in front of him would make him follow in Linghui's footsteps in the next moment.

At this suffocating moment of stalemate, something strange happened!

"Om-!"

Without warning, a very subtle humming sound that seemed to be able to directly vibrate the soul came from deeper in the valley. The sound had a strange rhythm that penetrated the dense purple mist and instantly enveloped the area.

The moment the buzzing sound came, the jade box in Luo Lin's arms trembled violently, and the lid of the box actually popped open a gap on its own.

The Youyue grass inside, which originally had a dim light, suddenly burst into a dazzling, unstable pale light. The grass leaves trembled violently, as if enduring great pain. The essence of the moonlight contained in it madly dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Not good! Youyue Grass!"

Luo Lin was horrified and frantically tried to close the jade box, but to no avail.

The light of that spiritual herb dimmed quickly, and the crystal clear luster on the leaves faded, turning gray and withered, and finally turned into a handful of lifeless ashes in his hands!

"This...how is this possible?!"

Luo Lin looked at the ashes in his palm, screamed in shock, and his face turned pale.

Cui Yan was also stunned.

Nan Xiang was even more shocked and angry: "Luo Lin! What did you do?! Why is the grass gone?!"

Su Chen's brows furrowed deeply for the first time.

He keenly sensed that the strange humming sound was not directed at the Youyue Grass, but... it was like a warning that an ancient restriction had been triggered! The withering of the Youyue Grass was more like being drained of its essence by some powerful force in the valley.

He immediately pulled Nan Xiang close to him. The Buddha's light around him was restrained, but he was ready to strike. He looked vigilantly towards the center of the valley where the buzzing sound came from and the purple mist was the thickest.

At this suffocating moment of stalemate, something strange happened!

"Om-!"

An extremely subtle buzzing sound, which seemed to be able to directly shake the soul, came from deeper in the valley without any warning.

The voice carried a strange rhythm, penetrating the thick purple mist and instantly covering the area.