Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

The random staggering footsteps were immediately noticed by Shu Yuan.

He stood up suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw Ren Yi, covered in blood, walking in while holding on to the wall.

Shu Yuan was startled, rushed over, hugged her waist, and helped her walk to the stone platform beside the cold pond.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

He placed his right hand on her back and injected a steady stream of magic power into her body.

But her body was like a vast ocean. No matter how much magic power he input, he could not fill her body.

Shu Yuan only felt his hands and feet were cold, and even his body was shaking slightly.

"Sister! Who hurt you?"

He shook his head casually, lowered his head and coughed lightly, and some blood flowed from his lips.

"Those monsters can't hurt me, it's just that my energy is exhausted..."

Feeling the rapid loss of energy in his body, Shu Yuan's voice trembled:

"Sister, please don't die and leave me alone."

Even though she was covered in blood, the woman still had a smile on her face, looking calm and composed.

"Sister just used up some effort and is a little tired."

"I need some time to heal. Take out your piano and go to the lake to play for my sister."

"Sister needs to sleep for a while, maybe seven days or eight days. I won't let you look back, so don't look back."

"I'll come and call you when I wake up, okay?"

Although Shu Yuan was very worried about Ren Yi's injury, she had been elusive since he met her at the age of seven.

This set of skills is not only powerful, but also very unique.

He could only suppress the doubts in his heart and take out the zither from the storage ring.

Ren Yi looked at Shu Yuan's back and raised his hand to release a powerful barrier.

After releasing it, only 5% of her original energy remained.

This barrier can block out sounds and all auras, making Shu Yuan unable to sense the outside world.

"I have already set up a barrier here, so there will be no danger."

"Keep playing and don't look back. Promise me!"

Shu Yuan nodded heavily, and the sound of the piano began to sound bit by bit.

Ren Yi narrowed her eyes, closed the barrier and made sure Shu Yuan couldn't hear her voice. Then she used the remaining 5% of her energy to quickly ripen the Fantasy Grass.

After pulling it out by the roots and putting it into the storage ring, he laid it on the ground with peace of mind.

At this moment, time suddenly stopped.

The bubbles emerging from the cold pond froze in the air, and Shu Yuan's fingertips also rested on the strings of the zither.

All time is suspended at this moment.

In the void, the messenger of heaven wearing a white robe and holding a magic staff slowly walked towards Ren Yi.

Ren Yi pinched his brow helplessly: "Why did you show up again?"

The Heavenly Messenger looked at Shu Yuan's back and said:

"Look, how badly he was deceived by you?"

Random sighed, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You planned to fake your death in order to make him give up using his spirit to cultivate the Summoning Spirit Grass, so that he would completely give up saving you, right?"

The Heavenly Dao messenger was very curious: "You seem to know what the Soul Summoning Grass is?"

"Soul Summoning Grass needs to be fed with divine souls in order to grow. When you pick it, you need to offer one third of your divine souls."

He dusted himself off and stood up: "Shu Yuan's ability of prophecy has cost him a lot of his soul."

“If he continues to raise the Spirit Summoning Grass, his cultivation will be wasted and his mind will become chaotic.”

The Heavenly Dao messenger nodded: "Everything you said is correct."

"You have been constantly by Shu Yuan's side since he was seven years old."

"Your presence is salvation and light to him, and you are an existence he absolutely does not want to let go of."

"So you know that persuasion is useless, so you might as well just solve the problem yourself, but..."

The Heavenly Messenger leaned on his cane and looked at Ren Yi with interest:

"Why should he wait for you for seven days? Instead of seeing you die immediately?"

Random rolled his eyes: "What's it got to do with you?"

"Oh, I see. When he turns back, he will find that you have been dead for seven or eight days. There is no way to save you no matter what method he uses."

"Then, after you have spent seven days in this time and space to recover, you won't have to waste time sleeping when you return to your original time and space!"

The more the Heavenly Dao messenger spoke, the more his brows furrowed: "What are you doing here with the bug?"

Ren Yi did not answer the question of the messenger of heaven, but just looked at her slowly.

"Our bet is to end when I become the king of the two tribes, right?"

"Yes." The Heavenly Dao messenger raised his eyebrows, "But it must be the true loyalty of the two tribes, not the handful of people you lead now."

"Friendly reminder, you only have one last chance to use your endless reincarnation~"

Random eyes slowly narrowed:

"Last chance?"

"Although you have now resisted the external effects of the Heavenly Curse, everything between heaven and earth is balanced."

"Before you completely complete the bet and lift the curse, you can be resurrected once more unconditionally."

"This messenger will always watch over you~"

The figure of the messenger of heaven slowly faded and disappeared.