I'm struggling to survive in the game of cultivation

Chapter 122.
The suzerain and his party stayed behind to clean up the secluded forest.

The missing disciples were very disappointed. Who would have thought that the treasures in the secret realm were all fake, and the monsters and monsters were all real.

Everyone: Oh, I didn't get anything, and I got a lottery.

Qing Xu sent a summons talisman to the elders of the Law Enforcing Hall, informing them of the details, and later brought the disciples who violated the religious rules back to the Law Enforcement Hall.

Le Shao stayed away from them all the time, didn't approach them, just stared blankly at the location of the big banyan tree.

After the fire was completely extinguished, the white-haired old man took them back to Longxiao Hall, educated them, and threw them to the elders of the law enforcement hall.

Tianquan of Sword Immortal Sect.

Bei Chenfeng took Nan Sixue into the water, he hugged her and let her lean in his arms to fix it.

After soaking for a long time, Nan Sixue regained some color, and the blood on her body stopped, even the scar was still terrible.

***
in a dream.

Nan Sixue was soaking in the hot spring, sipping desserts and admiring the moon.

Comfortable enough.

After eating dessert, she stretched by the pool, suddenly felt pain all over her body, and looked down at herself suspiciously, only to see that her body was covered with blood scars, she was shocked.

She stood up quickly, but there was a force pressing herself, and she couldn't stand up.

Seeing that the clear hot spring was suddenly stained red with her blood, she desperately called for help.

Her throat was broken, but no one came to rescue her.

The cold wind was blowing slowly, she was shivering, the temperature of the water was getting lower and lower, as if it had turned into ice water, and her face turned purple from the cold.

At this moment, she felt a warm temperature coming from her back, so she leaned closer, shrinking and shrinking.

Suddenly, a broad hand grasped her wrists, she looked up in astonishment, and saw the distorted face of a great god.

She tried her best to break free from his hand, punched and kicked him, and finally, the sole of her foot slipped, and she fell backwards.

thump!
Drowning again.

She couldn't get up no matter how hard she struggled, and when she was about to suffocate to death, those hands grabbed her again and picked her up.

The mask of the Great God was gone, and his face was no longer distorted. He looked at himself tenderly, and said affectionately: "Xiaoxue, don't be afraid, the danger is over, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Nan Sixue stared at the sharp-edged and unusually handsome face in a daze.

She is not a nympho, not a superficial woman who can't walk when she sees a handsome guy, she just thinks this face is familiar, she seems to have seen it somewhere before, but she can't remember it.

When she still wanted to see it, that face disappeared, and the red hot spring also disappeared, leaving her standing alone in a dark place.

It was very dark around, I couldn't see anything, and I seemed to be part of the darkness, with no light, no hope.

She smiled miserably, thinking about it, she should have died, died in the game world, no one knew, no one collected her body, so pitiful.

Thinking like this, a ray of light shot down and shone on her body, she raised her head and squinted to see the light.

"Come."

Hearing the sound, she reached out her hand towards the sky in a mysterious way, and a hand came through the air, grabbed her hand tightly, and pulled her out of the darkness.

wake up.

The eyeballs under the eyelids were stimulated by the strong light and turned three times, and then the heavy eyelids opened.

In a daze, she seemed to see the sunrise. The sun like a duck egg yolk seemed to rise from the water, reflecting the spring water red, illuminating her, and dispelling the gloom.

(End of this chapter)