Cold Priest VS Ancient Ferocious Beast

At noon, Su Qingchen woke up in that familiar and warm embrace.

It felt like a lifetime ago, and he was somewhat addicted to this feeling.

Su Qingchen gently raised his head to look at Mo Zhu. He still had his eyes tightly shut and his face was not in good condition. Su Qingchen pulled open Mo Zhu's shirt and examined the wound. It was not much better than yesterday, and the wound had begun to emit black smoke.

Mo Zhu's breathing was a little heavy. He moved his body uncomfortably, and then he did not forget to use the hand that was hugging Su Qingchen to feel Su Qingchen's waist, as if to confirm that the person was still there.

Su Qingchen didn't wake him up because he wanted to accompany Mo Zhu to rest for a while, but when Su Qingchen lay down again, he found that Mo Zhu's body was terribly hot.

"Mo Zhu." Su Qingchen called him softly while touching Mo Zhu's neck or skin with his hand, which was burning hot.

The master must be away at this moment. The affairs of Mingyue Hall are already very busy, and the God has also assigned the affairs of the temple to the master. I don’t know what the master is worried about now.

Although Su Qingchen himself was not fully recovered, there was no better way now.

Su Qingchen sat upright beside Mo Zhu, calming his mind and concentrating his attention. He stretched out his palms and passed spiritual energy to Mo Zhu.

"No... Master..." Mo Zhu seemed to have recovered a little and spoke weakly.

"Shut up." Su Qingchen ignored him.

"Cough cough!" Mo Zhu started coughing violently.

"What's wrong?" Su Qingchen stopped to check.

"Don't..." Mo Zhu said incoherently.

"You still don't want it even though it's like this. What are you going to do?"

Su Qingchen didn't really want to reason with the unconscious Mo Zhu, he just muttered to himself.

He rolled off Mo Zhu's body and got off the bed, and went to call the fairy boy to get some water for his bath.

After the little fairy boy was ready, Su Qingchen asked him a difficult question: "How do you think we can get him into the bathhouse?"

The fairy child looked at the huge Lord Mozhu who was slumped on the bed and the Lord Priest who currently had low magical power, and replied very honestly: "My Lord, I don't think we can do it."

"Then wipe him first?"

"Yes, sir. The bucket is much easier to carry than Master Mozhu's."

Then the little fairy boy used a bucket to put the water back in place.

Su Qingchen has always taken care of Mo Zhu himself. He wiped Mo Zhu's body carefully, but there seemed to be no obvious improvement.

"Hot..." Mo Zhu hummed unconsciously.

"Fairy dew, Master Priest, please feed Master Mozhu some more fairy dew." said the little fairy boy.

"Yeah." Su Qingchen took the cup and the fairy grass handed to him by the little fairy boy.

When the fairy grass covered with fairy dew touched Mo Zhu's lips, Mo Zhu pursed his lips eagerly.

"Don't be anxious, drink slowly." Su Qingchen comforted.

After feeding Mo Zhu half a bowl of elixir, Su Qingchen put down the cup and began to channel spiritual energy into Mo Zhu.

"Sir, will you be able to bear this..." The little fairy boy was a little worried.

"It's okay, I was almost well." Su Qingchen didn't stop his hands, but his complexion was indeed much worse than when he just woke up, and beads of sweat were dripping out little by little.

"Sir, why don't we wait for Master to come back? Master will have a way."

Su Qingchen just felt that the little fairy boy's voice was getting smaller and smaller, and then he lost his intuition.

"My lord, my lord..."

Just because the little fairy boy couldn't lift Lord Mozhu didn't mean he could lift Lord Qingchen. Fortunately, half of Lord Qingchen's body fell on the bed.

The little fairy boy quickly wrote a letter for help and asked the fairy pigeon to deliver it to Master Su Wu. When Master Su Wu received the letter, it was like finding a life-saving straw.

Without the God Lord to take charge, the temple was in chaos due to various issues.

"My disciple has an urgent matter, so I need to go back to Qingyun Hall to check it out." After saying that, he left the confused and bewildered martial arts official alone.

Master Su Wu called Master Yinuo and Master Yiyi to come to Mingyue Pavilion together.

I saw two guys, one black and one white, lying there unconscious in a mess, the black one was still smoking.

"Master, you are finally here, woooo..." The little fairy boy's nose felt sore again.

"Crying again... I can't coax you. You're smart enough to come to me." Master Su Wu still praised the little fairy boy.

"What else can I do? I have no choice." The little fairy boy felt very aggrieved.

"Move him up there." Master Su Wu asked Master Yinuo and Master Yiyi to move Su Qingchen onto the bed.

Master Su Wu took the pulses of both men and said to Mo Zhu, "The injuries are too severe, treatment was delayed, and coupled with the killing of that Fei, the demonic energy was too strong, and the spiritual energy was depleted."

Then he looked at Su Qingchen lying inside and said, "He was just showing off. He saved someone without any reason. He didn't wake the person up and fainted himself."

The little fairy child watched anxiously from the side and asked weakly, "What should I do, Master..."

"You can't cry now. It's not a big deal. What do you usually learn in Su Temple? Why can't you just cry?"

After Master Su Wu finished speaking, he set up a formation with Masters Yinuo and Yiyi, and together they channeled spiritual energy into Su Qingchen and Mo Zhu.

The little fairy boy stood aside and tried hard to hold back his tears. He felt that he didn't like to cry normally, but the situation was special now. The two adults were like that, so why couldn't he cry a little...

In fact, during the time when Lord Qingchen was in a coma, the little fairy boy often saw the three masters coming together to treat Lord Qingchen, but this time, when he saw Lord Qingchen faint with his own eyes, he still found it difficult to let go of his worries.

He silently felt that there were not many places where he could be used now, so he went to the fairy forest diligently to collect fairy dew. When Lord Qingchen and Lord Mozhu woke up, there would be fresh fairy dew to drink. He was not a little fairy boy who could only cry.