Quick Wear: Host, please be more restrained

Looking at the girl's pale and bloody face, Luo Chen lost control for the first time in a hundred years.

The eyes, which had always been calm and peaceful, suddenly turned red, and it was as if a deep hole had been dug in her heart. The man in the snow-covered clothes held on to the staggering girl.

Seeing Luo Chen's panic, the girl endured the severe pain, pretended to be nothing, and said coquettishly, "I knew you would come."

Before she could finish her words, the woman spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her green skirt red.

Luo Chen's eyes were filled with panic and he didn't know what to do. Then he turned his cold and calm eyes to the female ghost.

The pressure and anger from the superior made the female ghost breathless. In an instant, the female ghost's pale face and bright red mouth began to spit out blood.

In an instant, the female ghost knew that this person was not someone she could afford to offend. The woman in red immediately knelt down with her messy hair disheveled.

"Please, spare my life." The female ghost still spoke incoherently, but she knelt down and begged for mercy with a strong desire to survive.

Luo Chen's eyes have always been black in appearance, with hints of blue, but now they are completely red. The female ghost cannot bear the pressure emanating from him.

Luo Chen ignored the ghost girl's pleas for mercy. He walked to the girl's pillow and gently placed the girl's head in his arms. With a stroke of his jade-like hands, the girl's face returned to its smooth jade-like appearance.

The girl he was reluctant to touch was tortured by others. A bloodthirsty rage was pressing on his head and could not be dissipated.

Intense and rich spiritual energy drifted throughout the forest, and the entire cave was razed to the ground in an instant.

At this moment, Shen Qing rushed to the forest, dressed in black, with an exquisite and complicated black mask covering his face. His whole body was wrapped tightly, and a trace of doubt flashed across the man's eyes.

Such a familiar spiritual power, could it be the one from Shanhai Sect, but why is he here?

"Demon Lord, I can no longer sense the existence of that female ghost." The white-haired masked man beside him reported in a low voice.

The man in black remained silent, glancing towards the cave with his slightly red eyes. Luo Chen, this fellow, has never cared about the affairs of the world, so why would he kill someone so directly? The vengeful spirit must have disappeared into the world.

"It seems that there will be no gain this time." The white-haired masked man's low voice sounded.

Shen Qing looked over there where spiritual energy was overflowing. He always felt that he had missed something very important. He didn't like this feeling, as it always reminded him of the helplessness and pain he felt when he lost her.

What a pity! If we could snatch the Immortal Heart Grass, could we revive her?

Thinking of this, the man felt a strong impulse from the bottom of his heart. His fingers trembled uncontrollably and a determination flashed across his eyes.

"Have those Taoists in Shanhai Sect been living too comfortably lately?" Shen Qing, who was trapped in the black fog, no longer had the noble character he had as the eldest disciple of Shanhai Sect. Now he was cruel and ruthless.

"What does your Majesty mean?"

The white-haired masked man was half-kneeling on the ground, expressionless.

"I want the heart of that magic grass." The man's eyes were full of desire. If he could get that heart, could he revive her?

Although the white-haired masked man's expression remained unchanged, he was secretly resentful in his heart. Are Luo Chen's things so easy to take?

The next second, a demonic energy was like a long black chain, locking the white-haired masked man's neck.

"Your Majesty..."

The veins on the man's temples bulged, and in just one second, he could only breathe a thin layer of air. The organs in his chest seemed to be squeezed to the point of bursting, and the man's eyes were filled with fear.

"What now?" A low mocking voice was heard. Only then did the white-haired masked man realize that his strength in front of Shen Qing was like that of an ant against an elephant. He could not resist at all.

"I...I know I am wrong. Please...please, Your Majesty...spare my life."

The words came out of his mouth word by word in a halting manner.

"Ants shouldn't ask too many questions and just focus on their work." These were arrogant words but were spoken in a calm tone.

The next second, Shen Qing disappeared in the thick black fog, leaving the white-haired masked man struggling on the spot.

Luo Chen on this side took the fainted girl into his arms, his cold face full of rare pity, and his jade-like knuckles gently tidied up the loose hair around her head.

The woman's skin, which usually had a fair complexion, was now so white and transparent that it was almost pale due to the serious injury. It seemed like it would break in the next second. Luo Chen felt a little pain in his heart as he looked at Ye Qiao like this.

"I'll take you home." The deep and pleasant voice echoed in the ears of the unconscious woman, but unfortunately she couldn't hear it at all.

The next second, the woman was emitting bright light all over her body, and the light enveloped her entire body. Luo Chen's heart was excited and his fingers trembled slightly.

Under the shining white light, the originally thin girl quietly turned into her original form, a weak grass, slightly bent, and the few leaves she had emitted a strange, warm light.

It seems that his skills are not enough to maintain his human form. Luo Chen slowly wrapped the fairy grass with his spiritual power. When the pure white spiritual power touched the fairy grass, the grass that was originally quite resistant.

It seemed to smell a familiar scent and gave up resistance, allowing the spiritual power to pull it into Luo Chen's arms.

The tiny fairy grass stayed in Luo Chen's hand, emitting a strange light. It was so fragile and yet so beautiful.

The next second, Luo Chen's pupils, which were usually cold and emotionless, suddenly contracted and his long eyelashes trembled.

She... when did she... grow a heart?

Under the leaves of the weak fairy grass, there is a diamond-like light spot that refracts colorful light, which looks very beautiful.

As tiny as a diamond, but emitting endless fairy energy, it is the newly grown heart of the fairy heart grass.

She has actually grown magical grass... Luo Chen lowered his head slightly and looked at the Luanfeng Mirror in his hand. This mirror can remove the heart painlessly. He shouldn't have hesitated, right?

The immortal grass without a heart will not die, it will just have its power reduced. Why is he so hesitant?

He returned to the small courtyard of Shanhai Sect and successfully placed the magic grass where it originally grew.

Luo Chen used his spiritual power to probe into the interior of the fairy grass bit by bit. Fortunately, the resentment only hurt her surface and not the root.

The abundant spiritual energy nurtured the magic herb for several days, and some disciples of the Shanhai Sect gradually heard about this magic herb.

Everyone was envious, jealous and resentful. It took them hundreds of years to draw the energy into their bodies, and they had to practice day and night to gain a little bit of spiritual power. But that magic grass was actually being nourished by the spiritual power.

Sometimes people's lives are not as good as those of a magical herb, and they all secretly complain in their hearts.

Ye Qiao on this side opened his eyes and saw a clear and stunning face with black hair and white clothes. It was Luo Chen.

"Master!" Just after transferring spiritual power to her, a soft and fragrant body threw itself into Luo Chen's arms.