The Holy Hand Medical Concubine

"Little master, the God Emperor is here to protect the Duma family and the Zui family." Xiaodie explained for Di Shitian.

Hearing this, Beiye Xingchen had a clear expression on his face.

...

"This...running fire? You actually..."

Patriarch Duma's eyes widened, watching Zui Xingyun pull out a silver needle from his skin, and felt his whole body was colic.

What a pain, what a pain he has to endure to actually hide the flowing fire in his body.

"Good boy, he is indeed the one Godmother likes, he has courage." He gave Zui Xingyun a thumbs up and praised.

Zui Xingyun's face was already covered in cold sweat from the pain, he held the blood-stained Liuhuo in his palm, and used his spiritual power to engrave what he wanted to say to Di Shitian in it.

With a flick of his hand, Liu Huo passed through the iron prison wall and flew out.

...

'call out--'

A sound of flying fire pierced the sky over Nie's house.

Patriarch Nie, who was sleeping soundly, sat up from the bed all of a sudden, and before he had time to put on his coat, he hurried out to check what happened.

Now the Nie family is in a tense atmosphere, and it is even more impossible to make a sound at night.

"What's going on? What happened? Where did the sound come from?" He asked the guard outside the room.

"I don't know." The guard naturally didn't know either, he was just in charge of guarding the gate.

"Go and investigate immediately." Patriarch Nie gave the guard a sharp look and ordered.

"Yes, this subordinate..."

"No need to check, it's the direction of the iron prison, it must be the drunken fire."

Before the guard could finish answering, Patriarch Nie heard Patriarch Xun's voice. He was also dressed in white, and he didn't have time to put on his coat.

Just now when he heard the voice and was heading towards the direction of the temple, he knew it must be the drunken fire.

"Flowing fire? How is it possible?" Patriarch Nie didn't believe it.

The Liuhuo on Zui Xingyun's body has obviously been searched, even the storage bracelets have been taken off, the hair accessories on his head are no exception, how could there be Liuhuo?

If there is really a burning fire on Zui Xingyun's body, where is he hiding?

"Come on, let's go to the iron prison."

If you can't figure it out, then go to Yuntie prison.

"Go." Patriarch Xun naturally responded.

...

"hiss."

In the iron prison, although the sound of flying fire could not be heard, there was still a faint sound coming into his ears. Patriarch Duma frowned and looked at Zui Xingyun.

"Does the owner remember that Liuhuo is silent?" he asked.

"Silently? Uncle Duma, then I will die silently too." Zui Xingyun said quietly.

The Liuhuo was made by special spiritual power. A Liuhuo as thin as a silver needle, hidden in his body, made him suffer unceasingly. His whole body and muscles seemed to be cut by a knife.

If it was a normal fire, then he would have to die of pain?

Hearing his words, Patriarch Duma went back and forth for a while, but he quickly thought of one thing.

"Didn't you say that flowing fire cannot be transmitted to the temple? How can it be done now?" he asked.

"Of course it is impossible, but I have already sent people to the temple before." Zui Xingyun said.

"What?"

Patriarch Duma was treating Zui Xingyun's wound, but when he heard his words, he immediately stood up.

"How could that old Patriarch Nie allow our people to enter the temple?"

Such a good Liuhuo, let alone use it for nothing, and almost took half of Zui Xingyun's life, it's really not worth it, it's not worth it!