Wu Li suddenly felt an extreme coldness and urgency, it felt like someone was holding his heart and squeezing it hard, and every cell in his body was shouting "Hurry up"! This kind of crazy alarm from the sixth sense has never been wrong, and the last time he felt this deep horror was when the last tribulation lightning struck down. He thought that he couldn't bear it, that thousands of years of cultivation would be ruined, that his soul would be scattered from now on, that he was so disheartened and so irresistible!

But what he is facing now is just a teenager who has not yet reached the weak crown, why does he also derive this feeling?

Before he could think about it, he caught a faint shadow flashing out of the corner of his eye.

It seemed like a moment later, but it seemed like a long, long time before he heard a small voice: "Zheng-"

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A jolt jolted her out of her slumber. Before Ning Xiaoxian opened his eyes, he realized that he seemed to be riding in a running carriage.

This carriage is no longer the one sent to the Lantern Festival by Ronglin Villa, the paint on the door has fallen off a few pieces, there are two holes in the chair, and the cover on her body is just an ordinary quilt, but it is spacious, at least seven or eight people can sit and lie down at the same time.

When she turned her head, she saw a familiar figure curled up in the corner, and she couldn't help but be stunned. This guy has always been so high-spirited.

"Huang Fuming!" "What's wrong with this kid?"

He moved slightly, but didn't look up.

Ning Xiaoxian climbed down from the couch, leaned on the wall of the compartment and moved towards him, "What's wrong with you?"

Huang Fuming's voice was nervous: "Don't come here! You are weak and can't withstand infection." The words just fell. He coughed twice.

Ning Xiaoxian stood still and said in a low voice, "You raise your head." ”

Huang Fuming really raised his head slowly. Only then did she see that the kid was blushing. Breathing heavily, he couldn't even support himself when he leaned on the carriage, and he was obviously in extreme discomfort, but he was still conscious.

She thought for a moment and asked, "Where are we?"

Huangfu Ming snorted and said, "That bastard surnamed Wu didn't kill us, but instead gave us a ban and wanted to send us to the front line." The goods which I was not able to bear. Knowing that I am the only son of King Mirror Sea, he doesn't dare to kill me. ”

Are they captured? Ning Xiaoxian listened attentively, but there seemed to be an enchantment outside the car. She couldn't hear the slightest sound, only the vibration of the car dealership.

She bit her lip and said, "What about your subordinates?"

He slowly closed his eyes and said, "A few died, and a few others were locked up in other cars, probably to the place where they were sent together." ”

Ning Xiaoxian sighed and said, "What's wrong with you?" Seeing his symptoms, it was like a fever. But this common disease. How could it appear on Huang Fuming?

Huang Fuming shook his head and said: "It seems that he has been tricked into a plot, and he feels like he has been devoured by insects, and he is very uncomfortable, and it is useless to take the pill." I'm afraid it was the little girl I killed in the lantern tower who made a mess. Hehe, I'm also hunting geese all day long, but I'm blinded by geese pecking!"

Ning Xiaoxian remembered that at that time, he slapped the little girl's hand away and prevented the golden caterpillar from biting her, I am afraid that it was at that time that he got into trouble. Although she didn't like the evil spirit on Huang Fuming's body. But he got sick after all because he saved her, and now the two are in the same boat after all. At that moment, he leaned on the wall of the car and walked towards him. Huang Fuming hurriedly spoke out to stop him: "Don't come here, I'm afraid it'll be contagious! This disease is so strange that even I can't bear it, how can you stand it?"

Ning Xiaoxian pouted and said, "Hengzhi is also going to die, what's the difference between morning and night?" and finally walked up to him and squatted down. Huang Fuming felt a soft and cool little hand touch his forehead, and his head that was burning groggily was light.

Ning Xiaoxian frowned. The skin under his fingers was hot, as if he could fry eggs raw, and his face was flushed, his lips were chapped, and even his body was twitching slightly, obviously a high fever. But this disease came so strangely, don't say that Huangfu Ming, he is an ordinary monk, and he may not be infected with wind and cold for the rest of his life after attaining the Tao.

She fed him a few pills and waited quietly for a while. Unsurprisingly, his symptoms did not abate.

Then, it's not a disease, otherwise how can the drug with occult flow not work?

Which hand did Huang Fuming use to slap off the little girl's sugar-fried chestnuts in the first place? She thought about it, took his right hand and flipped it over, and was suddenly startled.

The color of his originally slender palms was actually bright red, as red as the color of human blood! If you look closely, the tiny holes in the skin that can hardly be seen by a human eye are like a stream of water passing underneath, and it looks like something is gently wriggling, gnawing at his flesh and blood.

What the hell is he getting on?" Ning Xiaoxian thought for a moment and reached out to hold his head.

"Sister?" Huang Fuming opened his reddened eyes, full of questions.

"Relax. She rolled his eyelids and noticed that his lower eyelids were crisscrossed by threads.

"I'm afraid there are parasites. She took a jade spoon and smeared some plaster on the palm of his hand, and gently applied it evenly.

The drug works quickly, disappears after a while, and is apparently absorbed by the skin. Huang Fuming sensed a tightness in his hand.

Ning Xiaoxian took out the dagger fangs and made a cut in his palm. She slashed deeply, diagonally half an inch into the muscle, but not half a drop of blood gushed out of the wound. That's the effect of the ointment just applied.

She raised her head and said to Huang Fuming: "It will hurt a little, you bear with it." ”

He said lazily: "It's okay to have a little pain or a little pain, you just have to let it go." ”

Ning Xiaoxian pinched his palm and broke it out. The wound cracked open, and the muscles inside turned outward, revealing a bright red texture. The palm is one of the most delicate and painful parts of the human body, but Huang Fuming really didn't even move his eyebrows, as if it was not his hand.

Both of them had good eyesight, and immediately saw that there were dense red filaments flashing through the wound, and that kind of dense Cheng dù could make people's scalp tingle. The deeper she opened, the faster the red threads drilled into the muscles.

Huang Fu Ming was dumbfounded: "What is this?" There are such unidentified creatures crawling around in his body, and he must have felt creepy.

Ning Xiaoxian did not answer. He took out several different colored powders from his body, sprinkled them into the wound one by one, and carefully observed them for a while. I found that the red silk seemed to be very afraid of seeing the living, but these medicinal powders were basically ineffective against them.

The knowledge is still too little, if Changtian is here, it is estimated that the cause of the disease will be judged at the first time. However, if he was here, it would be good if he didn't slap Huang Fuming to death, how could he still treat him?

At this time, Huang Fuming was even more unlucky, and his eyelids were about to close. "Don't sleep. She shook his shoulder slightly. "If you fall asleep, you may not wake up, this insect poison is a bit vicious. ”

"Worm?" Huang Fuming's eyes showed two points of drowsiness, but he still beat his spirit. "You take your time, I'm not uncomfortable now, but my viscera is warm and comfortable. ”

Ning Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment, and said in a lost voice: "What did you say." The viscera is warm?"

Huang Fuming's voice carried a thick sleepiness: "Hmm." It's like soaking in hot water, and it's a little comfortable. ”

A thought came to her mind, and she couldn't help but shudder.

"Could it be ......," she murmured, sprinkling a circle of fine powder around Huang Fuming, just in the middle, before taking out a bead and holding it in his mouth.

As soon as this bead was put into its mouth, an abundant cold air overflowed. Let Huang Fu Ming be a spirit, like falling into an ice cellar. In an instant, it froze from his skin to his viscera, and it seemed that even his bone marrow was about to condense! In just a few breaths, his lips turned purple, and even the breath he exhaled was cold white steam.

But in this way, most of the drowsiness was frozen. Huang Fuming was not surprised, because he looked inward at the moment, and he could already see that these tiny red filaria in his body were also shivering from the cold, and even the crawling speed slowed down, obviously he didn't like low temperatures, but he was stiff and not dead.

He slowly opened his eyes, and saw Ning Xiaoxian take out a white jade bottle from his arms, unplug it, pour two drops of bright red liquid into the jade plate, and put it in his palm, followed by a faint fishy smell. Huangfu Mingqi said: "Blood?"

Ning Xiaoxian stared at his hand intently. I saw that the wound in Huangfu Ming's palm actually sent out a wriggling. If you look closely, it wasn't actually his muscle movements, but the bloodworms that were as thin as a hair scrambled over, lingering around the wound for a while, and then began to rush towards the jade saucer in groups, as if they couldn't resist the smell of those few drops of blood.

The red strange insect formed a winding red mark on the ground, stretching from Huang Fuming's palm to the jade plate, and occasionally leaving the team was also blocked by the medicinal powder she sprinkled on the ground, and finally crawled back into the team.

Huangfu Mingqi said: "What kind of blood is this?"

"The blood of the golden rooster. Ning Xiaoxian didn't raise his eyes, and after making sure that the blood was effective against bloodworms, he simply put the jade bottle next to the plate, "The golden rooster is the nemesis of a hundred evils, and ordinary poisonous insects can't avoid it." However, for these insects, the blood of their natural rivals is also the best bait!"

There are only a few drops of blood in the dish, for the insects, it is more monks and less porridge, and it is not enjoyable to lick the plate, and at this moment I smelled the smell of golden rooster blood in the jade bottle, and immediately turned my head and climbed in. After a short time, there were no new red filaments crawling out of the wounds in Huangfu Ming's palm, and they were all drawn out.

She carefully tightened the cap of the bottle, and then put it away, and said, "What you hold in your mouth is the inner pill in the brain of a seven-hundred-year-old Dao Heavenly Centipede, and its attribute is cold. I usually use it to suppress alcohol. These insects are not frost-tolerant, and the golden rooster blood is full of yang, which is a charcoal in the snow for them at the moment, so they are basically fished out. Huang Fuming rolled her eyes, she just didn't see it, "If I'm not mistaken, this is one of the most difficult poisonous insects in ancient times to deal with - scrub worms!"

When he said this, Huang Fuming's eyes flashed: "Is this a scrub worm?" (to be continued......)

PS: Lalala~~ There are less than 60 pink tickets, so I don't need to add more today~ Look at the expression on my face (o^_^o)

It is said that tomorrow is not only the 38th Festival, but also Shuiyun's birthday, and I want to go out with my father and husband to eat, soak in hot springs, karaoke, and watch movies~~~~

At the same time, I wish all book friends MM~ Happy Queen's Day!

March 6:

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