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Mu Ran raised his hand eagerly, and calmed down calmly.
In my mind, a spell appeared.
The hand followed the heartbeat, and the rich red-gold firelight overflowed from his fingertips.
Huo Ling, who was weeping in his sea of ??consciousness, stopped crying suddenly, and he looked up suspiciously.
The big fiery red eyes blinked.
This power is it his?
Mu Ran is completely unaware of his changes.
He put all his body and mind on the painting spell.
However, just a small stroke is filled with endless power.
The sudden golden lines and scorching flames are about to ignite the air.
Taking his room as the center, a huge wave of fierce heat spread out.
The powerful and coercive fire waves made the people guarding outside the house dripping with sweat.
"Is it so hot today? Why do I keep sweating?"
"I also want to ask It's not too hot today, why does it feel so hot?"
"No, I'm a little dizzy Am I dehydrated?"
All kinds of noisy complaints sounded one after another.
No one knew that the sudden fiery breath all came from a single person's spell.
Also, just draw a spell.
Mu Ran was painting unconsciously, but he didn't realize that his own situation was in crisis.
With his frail body, his shoulders trembled, and his face turned white inch by inch, almost becoming transparent.
Dazzling red blood flowed from the corners of his extremely pale lips.
Eyes closed tightly, eyelashes fluttering.
But the right hand is still a painting that is still straight.
There are only patterns outlined in the dark.
The dull feeling in his chest made him aware that something was wrong.
However, Mu Ran was a little unwilling.
He just drew a stroke.
Mu Ran gritted his teeth, intending to draw all the spells with all his might.
"Enough." Accompanied by a low-pitched voice, his right hand was held by a cold hand.
Painting, was interrupted.
Mu Ran collapsed instantly, his arms drooped, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.
Mo Chen caught Mu Ran's body, and naturally wrapped his arms around his arms.
"Ahem¡ª¡ª" Mu Ran coughed weakly twice, and the blood flowed out faster.
On Mo Chen's cold face, his eyes were full of danger.
The overly white fingers lifted up, and the punishing gravity at the corner of his mouth wiped away the blood stains at the corner of his mouth.
Mu Ran's lips parted slightly, panting heavily.
Sweat dripped from his forehead.
Even the sweat from a pale and delicate person is like a crystal clear gem.
Mo Chen was depressed and his eyes were dangerous: "In the future, don't do such dangerous things again."
Mu Ran pursed her lips, planning to say something to defend herself.
As soon as his lips moved twice, he was fed something.
It was a elixir with a fresh fragrance.
The elixir melted in his mouth, melted on the tip of his tongue, and instantly turned into a faint warm current, flowing into his limbs and bones.
The dullness in the chest and the pain in the body disappeared instantly.
Mu Ran was much more energetic.
After recovering his body, Mu Ran withdrew from Mo Chen's arms naturally, and smiled softly: "Mo Chen, thank you."
His arms became empty in an instant, Mo Chen pursed his lips, and shook the air with his hands: "Mmm."
Thinking of Mo Chen's angry words just now, Mu Ran touched his lips and said, "Mo Chen, I'm too weak. I don't want to have no ability to protect myself."
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