Cold Priest VS Ancient Ferocious Beast

Dark flames and curses intertwined in the air, and the air as far as the eye could see was dyed blood red.

The beast's roar was like a sudden thunderclap, full of primitive wildness and power, as if it was a roar from hell. Immediately afterwards, the six-meter-tall tiger-faced Qiongqi fell heavily to the ground, and the tragic battle between the immortal and demon worlds came to an end in the flying dust.

The rapid breathing caused Qiongqi's huge body to rise and fall constantly. Countless cracked wounds on his body were slowly bleeding, and the fallen feathers on his wings were still flying in the air. He tiredly opened his eyes as if looking for something, but he was about to close them powerlessly.

"Are you behaving now?" The priest Su Qingchen, dressed in a white robe, stood in front of the dying beast.

Feeling Su Qingchen's approach and hearing his voice, the beast's breathing slowed down and its eyes closed tightly.

"Master." The beast snorted.

Su Qingchen sighed softly: "Go home."

A strange black halo flashed around the ferocious beast. Its sharp claws, rough feathers, and soft wings that spread on the ground began to gradually degenerate. Its body became smaller and smaller, and finally it was as small as a puppy.

The little Qiongqi looked even more pitiful at this moment, with bruises all over his body and listless.

Su Qingchen took out the demon-control bag from his sleeve and put the little Qiongqi in it.

The Su Temple in the fairyland.

Little Qiongqi lay on the bamboo couch with his head drooping.

Su Qingchen sat beside the couch, feeding the weak beast with true energy. Little Qiongqi felt the pain all over his body gradually dissipating, and his frown gradually relaxed a lot.

"Master Priest, the medicine is here. How is Master Mozhu?"

The little fairy boy came into the house with medicine.

"fine."

Su Qingchen answered as he took the medicine.

"Master Priest, please let Xiaoxian come."

As a waiter, the little fairy boy had learned seriously from the ceremonial officer, but there was no reason for him to ask the high priest to apply medicine to Lord Mozhu, although the high priest did it himself every time.

"No, you go down first."

This time Su Qingchen came alone.

After applying the ointment on the wound, the little animal's breathing became rapid again due to the pain, so Su Qingchen blew gently with his mouth.

"I told you not to go, but you didn't even listen to me. You'll be punished later."

Su Qingchen applied the medicine gently while scolding him.

"Rest for three days and don't think about anything. I'm a priest, not a weak mortal. When will you understand this?"

The little beast blinked weakly and tilted its head to another direction.

"Does this mean you won't obey me in the future?"

Su Qingchen felt somewhat helpless. This ferocious beast listened to him in almost everything, but when it came to his safety, nothing he said would be of any use.

This was the third time in the past three months that Mo Zhu had left the Immortal Palace without permission to participate in the battle.

He had been punished with twenty divine whips twice before, which had already severely damaged his vitality. Now he rushed out with injuries again. Now his injuries were too severe and he had degenerated into the young beast in front of him.

"Hey, what do you think I should do with you?"

Su Qingchen has never had a bad temper, and he knows the intentions of this ferocious beast.

Su Qingchen stretched out his hand and gently stroked Xiao Qiongqi's head, and Xiao Qiongqi intentionally or unintentionally buried his head in Su Qingchen's hand, as if it was a kind of reliance or submission.

"Stay here, I have to report the battle situation to the Lord."

Su Qingchen let Xiao Qiongqi rub against him gently and spoke to it slowly.

He didn't wait for any response, and the little beast had already fallen asleep on his palm.

Su Qingchen chuckled and turned to call the little fairy boy.

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get out of bed."

"Okay, Your Excellency! But if Master Mozhu really wants to get out of bed, we can't stop him..."

The little fairy boy agreed but said that he might not be able to do it.

"I'll be back later. He'll stay like this today and won't recover. Just keep an eye on this little one."

Su Qingchen certainly understood Mo Zhu's temper, and he couldn't control Mo Zhu at all times, let alone the little fairy boy with low magical powers.

"Okay, Master Priest, I will take good care of Master Mozhu!"

Hearing Su Qingchen say that Mo Zhu would remain small, the little fairy boy breathed a sigh of relief, because Lord Mo Zhu was already nine feet tall just by returning to human form, taller than the Lord Priest.

Although Lord Mozhu was nice to them, he didn't like to laugh or talk, so he was a little scared.

After Su Qingchen left the hall, the little fairy boy looked at Lord Mo Zhu beside the couch.

It has short triangular ears, a pink nose, tiny paws with pink paw pads, and it breathes shallowly with its eyes closed. It doesn't look as scary as it usually does.

"Well... Lord Mozhu doesn't need to cover himself with a blanket... I'll go to the fairy forest to get some dew, so Lord Mozhu can drink it right away when he's thirsty."

The little fairy boy immediately found a job for himself.