The Evil Spirit Ghost King took Gong Mu Feng and forcefully braced himself to leave this place, and after making sure that they didn't catch up, he finally couldn't hold on and collapsed.

Gong Mu Feng was stunned.

Rushing to help him, but how could she do so in this physical condition.

"Thirteen!"

The Evil Spirit Ghost King collapsed into his arms and reluctantly reached out to caress her face, making sure once again that it was here before closing his eyes in peace.

"Thirteen!"

Gong Mu Feng was terrified, although the Evil Spirit Ghost King was a ghost that had lived for hundreds of years, it was also difficult to do that he wouldn't be injured or die!

She pressed up to feel his breath, still alive, nothing happened, the hanging heart is kind of let go.

That was a relief, "You, of all people, really like to mess around."

Her intention was to stall them so that she could recover some and then protect him, but she didn't realize that Thirteen recovered faster than she did, and her body, which was already unhealed from injuries, was so strong that she fought with Yang Cen in a big fight, so where could she get better.

The Evil Spirit Ghost King clutched her hand tightly in his hand, just refusing to let go, was he afraid that once he let go, he would lose her again?

Thinking of this, the heart surged up a trace of sweetness and touching, even after such a long time there is finally a person who is willing to fight for her, looking at his pale face, his heart actually thought of the first time they met, at that time, it seems that he was also so seriously injured.

But he had the audacity to drop in front of her alone.

That day, it was really the day that their Immortal Sect Hundred was going to decide on the Lord of the House of Immortals. She was bringing her disciples over.

For that Immortal Lord, she had no heart at all, but she had come to make up the numbers, to prove that she had still come, so that she wouldn't have no words to retort when they said it later.

This kind of Immortal Sect's Hundred Lords, how can they be chosen so easily? Behind this, there might be some problems! She had heard that the Lord of the Immortal Sect was chosen for the sake of the Evil Spirit Ghost King.

The evil spirit ghost king is a ghost that has become famous in the last few hundred years, I thought that the evil is not good, but this evil spirit ghost king is not on the road, how to fight can not be beaten, say it is also some ... shame.

So many people, but still can not beat a ghost, also in is a loss of face, in order to save to come, have to do.

"Palace Master, this assembly, I'm afraid that we will have to decide on the Lord of the Immortals, should we ..."

"No need."

She decisively refused, this kind of trouble, she didn't want to take it upon herself, a Pill Palace was enough to keep her busy.

Besides, the duty of the Pill Palace is to save people, not to be a murderous and decisive person. Is the Evil Spirit Ghost King that easy to deal with, when he is stupid? At a time like this, whoever one wants to be the head of the Immortal Family is washing their neck clean and sending it to the Evil Spirit Ghost King's scimitar — waiting to die!

This time, the Lord of the Decidedly Immortal Sect was going to deal with that Evil Spirit Ghost King.

To be honest, she held a neutral attitude, first of all, she felt that the Evil Spirit Ghost King hadn't done anything wrong, it was just that this group of people were deliberately looking for trouble. Secondly, she also somewhat appreciated this person, no matter what he did he did as he wished, without constraints, and did not kill innocents indiscriminately, he had seen it, what the Evil Spirit Ghost King had killed was a group of — treacherous and evil people, what was wrong with that?

I'm afraid that the reason why they did this was because they were afraid in their hearts, this Evil Spirit Ghost King had already threatened them.

As a famous sect, how can we not kill all the evil and crooked people in the world?

She had just arrived in front of Qingxu Peak when she saw a cultivation—less teenager collapsed on the ground, his clothes tattered and torn, the blood stains on his face had dried up, and he obviously looked like he couldn't get up from his injuries.

But as soon as he saw her coming, he was like a hungry wolf seeing meat, he didn't care about anything, dragging his injured leg towards her, not caring at all if he was clean or not, hugging her thigh and started crying.

"Wuwuwu... Help me, I'm dying. Help me, I'm in so much pain... Wuwuwu!"

Gong Mu Feng, "..."

She was a bit at a loss for words, honestly this was the first time she had ever been held like this, and the point was that this person was still crying and couldn't be hit or scolded!

The disciple next to him was also startled by this turn of events and came back to his senses, "Let go let go, don't grab the Palace Master!"

It was a repellent, but it wasn't very hard.

However, the Evil Spirit Ghost King was like a cowhide, sticking to it and unable to let go.

"Oooooooooooh, I hurt!"

The disciple was also sweating profusely, "You're in pain, you're in pain grabbing the Palace Master for what, let go of your hand first, we'll give you medicine."

However, she realized that the teenager who was holding her, although his body was covered in blood, had no fatal injuries, but was just looking scary.

Then he leaned down low, "Where does it hurt!"

Where does it hurt, I didn't think that the first thing she asked was actually this, and after a moment of stagnation, said, "Everywhere hurts."

Those words were really enough. Even the disciples on the side couldn't stand to watch.

This is too fake!

Anyone could see that he was doing this on purpose as a way to gain Gong Mu Feng's sympathy.

But on the contrary, Gong Mu Feng didn't care at all about this kind of, whether he was really injured or not, and helped him up, "Find a place for me to use, Peak Master Qi."

Qi Sheng looked at this person holding Gong Mu Feng's feet, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly covered up, "Well then, I'll have someone prepare a room for you, so go and have a good rest."

Gong Mu Feng couldn't help but laugh, "Peak Master Qi, it's not me, it's this child."

Qisheng, "..."

The room was the best, although it was for the Evil Spirit Ghost King, but still, in order to hold up face in front of Gong Mu Feng, naturally, he wasn't treated too harshly.

"How are you doing, does the wound still hurt?"

After she cleaned and medicated him, she asked carefully, afraid to miss something.

However, he was not really injured, so how could he know where it hurt? Naturally, he shook his head, with little expression on his face.

Later he explained that at that time he didn't know how to disguise and pretend to be a qualified injured person. So it was just a matter of putting on an expressionless face and saying where he was hurting. Thought that was enough.

Such a cross over, Qi Sheng's face is naturally bad. But it is also not good to say anything, are aware of her, life to save countless people, also does not care to save this person is who, as long as the injury in front of her, she will definitely save.

Even though he was unwilling in his heart, that day was a special day, plus he already liked Gong Mu Feng, so he immediately sent someone over to bring her to the room to heal this person's wounds.

Gong Mu Feng stroked up the Evil Spirit Ghost King's face, "You, why are you so confident, I would have saved you and left you behind in the first place."

Since saving him, it was like real cowhide candy, couldn't shake it off, and relied on her one after another, saying he had no way out and asked her to take him in.

But how could the people there accept such a person here.

Having no choice, she took him on as a disciple.

"How about, you become my disciple! So that you can stay by my side?"

The Evil Spirit Ghost King just took one look at her and couldn't move his eyes away for a long time before saying, "Good!"

Gong Mu Feng, "I have many disciples in the Medicine Palace, but I only have twelve disciples, now you are the thirteenth, from now on, I will call you Little Thirteen, how about it?"

The Evil Spirit Ghost King looked up at her, and that smile on her face was as dazzling as the stars in the sky. It made people unable to move their eyes.

"But ..." Gong Mu Feng surveyed him, "you have to have a name!"

The Evil Ghost King's head went down, "My name?"

How many years has it been since anyone asked his name.

Gong Mu Feng said, "Yeah, your name!"

The Evil Ghost King kind of didn't want to say that name, because he didn't want that name at all.

"Makiling!"

It was very small, but Gong Mu Feng still heard it clearly.

"Maku Ling? Good name, from now on you'll be my thirteenth disciple."

It was then that he told her that his name was Makiling.

The twelfth disciple outside the door poked his head out, "In that case, I'm not the youngest disciple of the Medicine Palace?"

Gong Mu Feng turned around, knowing that they would be here eavesdropping, and sure enough, "Come over here and meet your senior brother, Thirteen!"

Xuan Cui (the twelfth disciple of Gong Mu Feng) came over to get in front of him and took a closer look, "Hmm — good looking, looking carefully eye—pleasing, good on time."

Gong Mu Feng cried and laughed, "Xuan Cui, is this where your attention is?"

Xuan Cui stood up, "Hello, my name is Xuan Cui, I'm Master's twelfth disciple and the only female disciple oh!"

Curtain Ling raised his head, "My name is Curtain Ling, I am your ... senior brother."

Seeing him say the word senior brother with some difficulty, he was a bit stifled, seemingly unwilling to be a senior brother ah!

Xuan Cui pretended to be mysterious, "Don't be dissatisfied, the thirteenth disciple is the best, the smallest disciple in the Pill Palace, the whole Pill Palace will back you up, they will all favor you."

Makiling looked up, "Really?"

Xuan Cui hurriedly nodded, "Of course it's true."

When Makiling saw that she was smiling, even Gong Mu Feng was smiling, he always felt that there was something wrong.

And when Qi Sheng heard that the brat that Gong Mu Feng had rescued had become her disciple, he was really so angry that he almost didn't lift Qingxu Peak off the ground.

But ultimately did not dare to strike at Gong Mu Feng, born to bear down, lest to make Gong Mu Feng unhappy, she will never come again.

It is not so easy to elect the head of the immortal family, Gong Mu Feng was not lazy to wait, so he left with the reason that the Medicine Palace has a lot of things to do, and there are still medicines that have not been refined, and he is not worried about his disciples.

He left with a few disciples including Makiling, and before leaving, he told them that he had taken in a new disciple. Take care of them in the future.

The first year he was brought back to the Medicine Palace by Makiling, he was a bit shy feeling, always avoiding them, the only thing available to him was to find his master and then stick to her all day.

Gong Mu Feng didn't feel annoyed, seeing Curtain Ling sticking to himself like this, he didn't think much about it, so he took him with him, and almost everyone in the Pill Palace knew that Gong Mu Feng favored Curtain Ling.

Later, the curtain Ling familiar with the people here, to understand the character of the brothers and sisters here, then began to wave up, all day long nothing to do, idle, the beginning of the big brother Xuan Zhuo will say a few words about him, but every time because he hid to the Palace Mew Maple back not to be settled, over time, but also by him to make a mess, other people are also can not be said, they also understand, even if it is the curtain Ling turned out to break the sky, but also the master will come to solve for him.

Master and brothers also only reprimanded a few sentences, occasionally will speak heavier, but as long as he went to Gong Mu Feng a complaint, they immediately suffered, over time, they found out, the master for this little thirteen, some too much favor.

One day, Shuling met Gong Mu Feng, who was going to pick herbs in the back of the mountain herb garden, and as soon as she heard that Gong Mu Feng was going to the back of the mountain herb garden, her eyes lit up. He clamored to go as well.

Gong Mu Feng also realized that he had overindulged him, this time he had to be ruthless in what he said, "No, you have to go and learn about medicinal herbs, it's been a year and you still can't even remember the first book."

Listening to the words, there was the meaning of rejection, so Curtain Ling revealed a miserable look, pouting, two tears in his eyes, looking at her, with the readiness to cry to him if she rejected him.

However, she was not going to compromise so easily.

"No, you can't go, go back to your book."

Curtain Ling returned to normal and said, "Master, ah, if you ask me to memorize, it would be better if you just let me look at the physical object and then lecture me while learning, don't you think so?"

Gong Mu Feng thought for a moment, "It seems to be the case." Makiling Makiling