"July, you are here to guard the boss. I should not show up. If there is any situation, I will automatically appear." Xiaolong reminded July carefully.

July blinks: "Oh~"

Xiaolong soon returned to the contract space. Its body was too conspicuous and its cultivation was not enough at present. What it had to do now was to return to the contract space to practice hard, because if he reached the fourth level, he could change his body at will. As long as the body shape was not too outrageous, he could change it.

As long as it reaches the fourth level, it does not need to follow Zou Wen like a burden.

When it reaches the third level, its combat power will also soar. When it reaches the fourth level, it can change its body. This is not a change in the type of tricks, but a real change in its own body. Therefore, it needs to practice. It does not want to drag the boss back anymore. As a holy emperor-level cavalry pet, it has its own pride.

These days, because of its existence, the boss is in crisis, and no one can understand its aggrievance.

After returning to the contract space, it began to swallow the core of the riding pet and practice crazily, instead of just being sloppy like before. If its terrifying father knew that it was practicing so crazy, he would not know if his eyes fell off.

Outside, July looked at Zhao Chen, covered in blood, and his little face was full of worries, but he was strong and did not cry.

He hesitantly turned his eyes to the blood pool next to him. A trace of determination passed through July's tender face, and soon he jumped into the blood pool as if he had made some decision.

Not long after, he floated out of the water of the bleeding pool again and slowly climbed ashore, looking very exhausted.

He held many flocculent soul medicine in his hand, then picked up some dry branches on the other side of the blood pool, and took out a small jar and ignite from Zhao Chen's bag, and soon began to work hard.

After all, I have been following the Seven Old Monster since I was a child. Even if July is just a child, I still know these simple knowledge of refining medicines, which is not much worse than Zou Wen.

Just cooking medicine with ordinary flames will cause most of the drug to lose its efficacy, and perhaps only a small part can be retained.

But now, as long as there is a little effect, I will work hard to make it in July.

The blue smoke lingered, and the small flame slowly ignited. It took a lot of effort to ignite the dry branches in July. Then the stone was set up and started to be boiled. The simplest way to use the soul medicine is to boil it into a soup directly, but this effect is the worst. Fortunately, the steps are simple, and it is not very difficult to operate in July, otherwise he, a child, wouldn't be able to do it.

Soon the soul medicine was boiled into the soul medicine soup. July lifted the small jar open and waited for a while. After the soul medicine soup cooled down, it was then carefully fed into Zou Wen's mouth.

Zou Wen drank it bit by bit. Although he unconsciously drank many medicine soups flowed out of the corners of his mouth, he still drank some of them. Even if most of the soul medicine soup was lost, as long as part of it could enter Zou Wen's stomach, it would have some effect.

Soul medicine is worthy of being a soul medicine. Although it is only a very small number of medicines, Zou Wen's face quickly improved.

July's face raised a smile, and he looked at Zou Wen with a smile, his little eyes full of joy.

"Brother Zou Wen, you have to get better soon." He murmured softly.

The sky gradually darkened, and occasionally the roar of riding pets came from around, the sound of rustling grass tumbling, and various sounds came into July's ears. The eight-year-old child had a look of fear in his eyes. After all, he was just a child. Usually, he had seven old monsters and Zou Wen by his side, so he didn't think much about it. But now that the seven old monsters have left, Zou Wen fell into a coma, he felt that the Shuiyue Forest was not as fun as he had imagined before.

Tears were rolling in his eyes, but he stubbornly did not let the tears flow out. He gritted his teeth and sat tremblingly on a stone beside Zou Wen.

At this time, the subordinates of the five sixth-level lords also began to restless. The five adults had been going to the Death Valley for half a day, but they had not returned yet. Could something happened?

Just when they thought of this possibility, they smiled self-deprecatingly. The other party was just a little brat with a second-level rider, and there was nothing to be afraid of. They didn't believe that the five and sixth-level rider strongman could not even fight a little brat.

As time goes by, gradually, they feel something is wrong. It's getting dark. Why haven't the adults heard yet? Even if things are delayed in Death Valley, they can send someone to say it? It's not reasonable that there has been no movement for so long, right?

Panic, anxiety, worry and other emotions began to spread gradually.

"Let's go! Let's go to the Death Valley. Even if you blame me, it's okay. I really can't stand it if this continues!" A knight at the fifth-level sect cavalry level suggested.

Soon someone met, and then started to take action and organized a lot of people to rush towards Death Valley.

It was already late at night. Zou Wen was in a coma for most of the day and now he had woken up. He opened his eyes with difficulty. What caught his eyes was the trembling July. Not only because of fear, but also because of the coldness. At night, the temperature around him dropped sharply. At this moment, July's lips were already a little black, which made people feel heartbroken.

Zou Wen looked guilty, because of himself, that July was implicated and almost died with him.

He let out a long breath and whispered: "July."

July turned around and looked at it, his eyes lit up immediately, and he said in surprise: "Brother Zou Wen, you are awake!"

Zou Wen forced a smile: "Yes." Feeling the smell of soul medicine in his mouth, and looking at the medicine jar in front of him, Zou Wen suddenly understood the cause and effect of the matter. He was not moved in his heart, which was naturally a lie. He kept this friendship in his heart. This was the second time in July.

"Hmph." Zou Wen struggled to stand up, and the injuries involved in his body were involved. He snorted gently in his mouth and finally stood up.

"Okay, July, you can rest first, and let your brother stay for a while." Zou Wen said gently.

July hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "Brother, you haven't recovered yet. You need more rest. Let me keep you there for a while."

Zou Wen pretended to be angry and said, "Stop talking, brother let you sleep, you just sleep. Why? Don't you listen to your brother now?"

Looking at Zou Wen's stern expression, Qiu Yue said weakly, but her heart was warm and sweet. Perhaps she was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she lay down next to the fire. Her cute appearance made people want to pinch his face.

Zou Wen was not idle next time. He suffered serious injuries and naturally needed to be treated. But now the immortal power in his body has almost been exhausted. It is impossible to refine medicine. He can only rely on ready-made medicines. Although soul medicine is good, not all injuries can be treated with soul medicine, otherwise the soul medicine is not soul medicine, but magic medicine.

But this is not a problem for Zou Wen. There are many rare herbs in his space ring.

There are very few herbs that can be taken directly and the effect will not be wasted too much. In this case, it is just right for taking these herbs.

"Blue Heart Flower." Zou Wen slowly recalled the knowledge taught by the teacher in his mind, and finally confirmed that it is most suitable for taking Blue Heart Flower now. This herb is not too precious, but it does not require refining to exert a considerable part of the effect. It will not waste herbs, but it can also achieve the desired effect.

Consciousness was integrated into the space ring, and Zou Wen quickly found the Blue Heart Flower. There were not many, only more than ten. A smile appeared on his face. Although his injuries were serious, it only took a few Blue Heart Flowers to recover at least half of his injuries.

Chewing on the blue heart flower with difficulty, a refreshing natural fragrance was directly transmitted to various cells. The feeling of fatigue was wiped out, as if I had just had a good sleep, which made Zou Wen secretly amazed.

After looking at Daphne and Clement who were still unconscious not far away, Zou Wen thought about it and decided to help them with it. He finally got two sixth-level thugs. He didn't want the other party to die like this, which was a loss for him.

After recovering some strength, Zou Wen quickly took some soul medicine from the blood pool and simply boiled it into a soup medicine.

After feeding them one by one, Zou Wen took out the remaining blue heart flowers and placed them in their mouths. Although they could not chew, the fragrance of flowers alone could help them wake up in advance and recover as soon as possible.

Sure enough, if Zou Wen had imagined, the two of them would wake up soon.

Seeing Zou Wen sitting next to him, the two of them trembled in their hearts and almost turned around and ran away.

"No need to escape. I have forced a contract with you to sign a master-servant contract. From now on, you will be my servants." Zou Wen looked at the two of them with halfway around, without any intention of getting up to stop them. "I only need one thought to let you experience the feeling of life being worse than death."

Daphne and Clement stiffened, turned their heads pale and stared at Zou Wen steadily.

"Don't look at me like this. Maybe you are wondering what this master-servant contract is, right?" Zou Wen smiled, and the smile gave people a feeling of harmlessness. "I can tell you clearly that the master-servant contract is a contract from ancient times and has disappeared from the Alpha Continent for a long time. Once the master-servant contract is signed, the party who is the master can decide the death of the servant in a thought. Not only that, the master can also understand any thoughts in the servant."

"I want you to die, you can't live for the next second. I don't want you to die, you don't want to die for the rest of your life!" Zou Wen's voice was very light and his expression was dull. "Of course, if I die, then you will also collapse under the power of the contract rules."

He patted the charcoal ash on his hands, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Do you believe it?"

Daphne's face was extremely pale. Although she didn't know if what Zou Wen said was true, she did feel that a small part of her original soul was missing. The lack of the original soul means that the soul would be threatened at any time.

Clement's face looked extremely ugly. He was about to stand up and curse and express his disdain, but before he could stand up, he suddenly covered his head, fell down weakly, his whole body twitched, and his mouth was filled with a "whimper" moan of pain, and he couldn't even scream.

"Since you are willing to try it, then it's as you wish." Zou Wen glanced at Clement lightly, then turned to look at Daphne, "Where are you? Do you want to try it too?"

Daphne's face changed, she was clever, her feet trembled, and she immediately knelt down and said, "Daphne meets the master!"

Zou Wen nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, you are quite sensible. It's not in vain that I've given you Lan Xinhua."

Clement also gradually stopped moaning in pain, sweating on his forehead was raining, and fear was everywhere in his eyes. As soon as he came back from the pain, he heard Zou Wen's voice again: "Do you believe it now? If you don't believe it, we can continue to try it. Don't worry, I still have more time, so I can accompany you to try it slowly."

He couldn't help but tremble. Clement's feet softened, and he immediately knelt up and said, "Clement, please see the master!"

At this point, the two powerful sixth-level lords finally became Zou Wen's slaves. Zou Wen had reason to believe that trying this pain of life worse than death should make them honest for a while. As for Zou Wen's future, Zou Wen had some solutions. He believed that these two arrogant sixth-level lords would eventually become their most heartfelt slaves.

Yes, it’s a slave, not a subordinate!
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