Even if Mi August helped seal 99% of the soul energy, the active thinking of adults would still bring a huge burden to the baby’s body, causing Xingyi to always be in a state of exhaustion and drowsiness.
Mi August took out the dean’s secret order, “Although Monsignor Meng said some angry words when he gave me this order, I don’t think Monsignor Meng would be angry without the instruction of Master Xing.”
The baby girl narrowed her eyes, her gaze calmly acquiesced to her words.
Mi August said: “Fortunately, the disciple did not dare to resign because of the teacher’s gift. The disciple accepted this gift.”
The baby girl was silent.
Mi August knew that Xingyi could make a sound, probably because he didn’t want to make the soft babble of a baby.
She picked up the magic weapon and walked under the tower.
Xingyi’s complexion changed slightly, but he was weak and unable to move, so he could only signal Mi Yu to stop with his eyes.
Mi August said as he walked: “In the current situation of Master Xing, he is powerless to repair the college, and cultivation is also a kind of self-harm.”
Lingzhou’s aura carries spiritual poison, and Xingyi’s physique in the infant condition cannot bear it at all. Once cultivation does more harm than good to her, it will accelerate her physical decline.
Of course, this is not all impossible to solve.Cooperating with the pill produced by Yongmengxiang can help her cultivate since she was a child, but Xingyi needs to bear the grinding of her soul since she was a child.
Mi Yu believed that Xingyi had the perseverance to bear it, but he didn’t plan to do so.
“Recently, the disciples have a lot of things to do, and they don’t have time to raise Master Xing personally.”
Hearing the word “nurturing”, the face of the baby girl in the swaddling artifact was distorted for a moment, her eyes sharp.
Mi August said: “Therefore, the disciple must send Master Xing to a safe place and leave it to another’ren’to take care of.”
When he arrived at the door of his own house in the Black Stone Tower, Mi Yu asked Xingyi in the magic weapon: “What does Master Xing think?”
Xingyi glanced at her deeply, narrowed his eyes wearily and made no statement.
It’s good not to be by Mi August’s side. She didn’t want to be raised by her disciples, and it was the same wherever she would be sent.
Mi August understood what she meant, so she pushed the door and walked in.
Separated by one door, it crosses the boundaries of the two sides.
The infant girl suddenly opened her eyes.
Even if he was weak to this point, Xingyi still sensed the changes in the environment in an instant.
The aura without spiritual poison exists in the air, naturally soothing the delicate body of young children.
Feng Baozi was summoned by her, and Mi August handed the swaddling clothes in her hand to it.