262: C262 Withering

C262 Withering

Sensing the movement behind him, Zhou Yi waved his hand towards his back without looking back.

However, the opponent's movement was surprisingly fast. Even with Zhou Yi's speed, he seemed to be slightly slower than Zhou Yi.

After that palm attack, not a single hair of the opponent had been hit.

Just as Zhou Yi was astonished, another figure suddenly appeared in front of him. Mo Qingcheng was so frightened that she cried out, "Zhou Yi, be careful!"

Before he finished his sentence, a spell in Zhou Yi's palm flew out.

However, Zhou Yi was afraid that the opponent would still be the same as before, so he successively cast a few charms.

This time, Zhou Yi almost used all of his strength. The charm spell landed on his opponent's body in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Yi sneered and then wrapped his arms around Mo Qingcheng's waist and leaned on her.

"Say it, a few people have come!" Where are they all hiding? " Zhou Yi stretched out his hand and pointed at the figure that was locked in place by his spell.

"Three …"

Just as the other side spoke up, Zhou Yi noticed that there was an energy quickly approaching him from behind. He quickly protected Mo Qingcheng and wanted to dodge to the side.

However, he never expected that the energy would actually leap over two people. It directly flew in front of the person that was immobilized by the talisman and tore off the talisman on his body.

At the same time, Zhou Yi subconsciously attacked the person who attacked. However, Zhou Yi's reaction caused the person who was in close proximity to whom the rune was released to suddenly slap his palm towards Mo Qingcheng.

Zhou Yi didn't have time to stop them at all.

He could only watch helplessly as Mo Qingcheng received the palm strike, and the person who struck it was instantly killed by the small sword in his sleeve.

"Qingcheng, how are you doing?" Zhou Yi embraced the crumbling Mo Qingcheng and spoke with an anxious expression.

"I, I'm fine!" Mo Qingcheng's face turned slightly pale.

However, other than feeling that her breathing was somewhat slow, there didn't seem to be any problems.

Zhou Yi did not care about anything else, and quickly ran towards the luxury car with Mo Qingcheng in his arms.

However, just as he put Mo Qingcheng into the car, he discovered that her calves had changed. It was as if a pile of dried wood had grown on Mo Qingcheng's calves.

It turned out that her smooth and exquisite calves had actually disappeared.

Zhou Yi's eyes narrowed as he carefully took off Mo Qingcheng's shoes. Then, he inserted three silver needles into Mo Qingcheng's calves and placed his hand on her calves that had already withered away.

"Zhou Yi, what happened to my leg?" Mo Qingcheng trembled as she looked at the changes in her legs.

Zhou Yi raised his head and used his other hand to rub Mo Qingcheng's fluffy little head. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I will be fine!"

Hearing Zhou Yi's words, the fear on Mo Qingcheng's face receded a little. However, she felt that her breathing became slower and slower. Finally, her head tilted and she fainted.

Zhou Yi immediately reached out his hand to Mo Qingcheng's nose and tried for a moment. His tense nerves finally relaxed.

But soon after, his heart rose again.

He suddenly realized that even he could not handle the technique that Mo Qing was using right now. With his current power, he could only control it, not heal it.

And the time limit was three days.

If she could not find a solution after three days, then Mo Qingcheng would definitely die.

Taking a deep breath, the killing intent in Zhou Yi's eyes flashed.0

After that, Zhou Yi brought Mo Qingcheng home. No matter how much he wanted to kill someone, he had to find a way to save Mo Qingcheng within three days.

That night, he tried many different methods, but it was still difficult to find a way to deal with it. When dawn arrived, someone knocked on the villa's door again.

Zhou Yi opened the door and saw Wang Chuan standing outside. He didn't say anything and just let him in.

Noticing the change in Zhou Yi's expression, Wang Chuan could not help but open his mouth: "Sir …"

"They attacked last night, causing Qingcheng to suffer heavy injuries!" Zhou Yi sat on the sofa and glanced at Wang Chuan, gesturing for him to sit down.

"How is President Mo?" Liu Tie stood in place without moving because this news was shocking to him. After all, Mo Qingcheng had been protected by Zhou Yi for the past few days. Even if Mo Qingcheng had attacked him, he shouldn't have been harmed.

But Zhou Yi said she was heavily injured!

Zhou Yi shook his head because he really couldn't find any way to treat her right now.

"Could … could it be that even with your medical skills, you're really powerless?" If he remembered correctly, Zhou Yi had a unique skill called the Three-inch Needle, it could kill a person without any bones. Furthermore, with Zhou Yi's cultivation, there shouldn't be anything that could stop him, right?

Zhou Yi sighed helplessly and said, "This time, the opponent is a foreign cultivator. Their attacks are very strange, so I can't think of a way to save them."

"Then, then do you need it …"

"Thank you for Chairman Wang's good intentions, I can do it myself." Zhou Yi once again raised his hand to reject Wang Chuan's good intentions.

Actually, it wasn't that Zhou Yi wanted to refuse, but even if Wang Chuan asked for help, it wouldn't be enough to solve Mo Qingcheng's problem.

As soon as she said that, Mo Qingcheng's phone rang.

Zhou Yi wanted to smash the phone with one palm, but he didn't expect the phone to ring for a while and enter the message state. He heard Old Liu's anxious voice: "Chairman Mo, where are you, come back quickly. Those foreign companies are back, they even brought a large number of reporters …"

Then, a hubbub of voices came from the other side of the phone. The old man didn't even finish his sentence before he hung up.

Zhou Yi couldn't help but frown.

It really was raining in the middle of the night. Mo Qingcheng had just been severely injured, but those M countrymen had already brought reporters to block the door. It seemed that they had really planned this out well.

The bad news was that Mo Qingcheng had signed a contract with them. Even if they wanted to deny it, they couldn't.

After a long while, Zhou Yi finally said quietly, "Looks like I'll have to trouble Chairman Wang again. Please help me with the company's matters."

"It's my responsibility!" Wang Chuan said in a deep voice as he stood up.

Zhou Yi also stood up and patted his shoulder. He was about to say something, but he suddenly changed into two words: "Thank you!"

Wang Chuan's expression relaxed a little and smiled: "Mister is always so polite, it makes me feel a little embarrassed!"

Zhou Yi didn't say anything and just nodded.

After sending Wang Chuan off, Zhou Yi went back to his bedroom.

Mo Qingcheng's skin had already dried up to above her knees, but she still hadn't found a way to save her.

Staring at Mo Qingcheng's calves for a long time, Zhou Yi suddenly had an idea. Since he didn't understand the point of gravity of that spell, why not draw some of it onto himself like how the God Farmer tasted the Hundred Herbs, and experience it for himself?

Perhaps at that time, he would understand how to deal with it.

Zhou Yi praised his idea and then sat cross-legged beside Mo Qingcheng, planning to carry out his idea …

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