Poisoned!

Damn, I actually watched her so fascinated that I completely forgot the time of the poison!

Nam Co gritted his teeth and didn't let himself snort softly, he wanted to mobilize his internal force to fight against the cold current in his body, but he was getting colder and colder, the blood in his whole body seemed to be frozen, and his hands and feet were stiff and numb. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Finally, with a thud, he fell like a stone statue.

"What's wrong with you?"

Hearing the sound of him falling, Shen Ning suddenly came back to his senses and found that he had fallen on the stone, his whole body was hugged, and he kept shaking, his face, which was always smiling with sunshine, became pale and bloodless, and his lips were purple.

"Cold ...... Cluck...... Cold ......" Namco was so cold that his teeth rattled, and there was a layer of hoarfrost on his hair.

Shen Ning immediately understood that he was suffering from a toxic attack in his body.

She frowned.

There is no cure for this angel's horn, and the only way to delay his poisonous attack is to soak in the hot springs.

Only the sulphur-infested hot springs were able to get the blood flowing again, which was gradually freezing in his body.

But now on the top of this high mountain, where can you find hot springs?

"Namco!" she cried out as she crouched beside him, only to see that his bright eyes had dimmed, and his lips had been bitten by himself, and he was bleeding.

She touched it lightly, only to feel that the blood was cold, and she felt that a cold air was pressing by his side.

She untied her cloak and wrapped it around him, but it was of no use to him, his coldness came from his bones.

"Tell me, Namtso, what else can be done to alleviate your toxicity besides hot springs?" she cried out in his ear, for she wasn't sure if he was sane or not.

His eyes didn't seem to move, and the whole person curled up into a ball, like a figure carved from cold ice, and even his clothes formed a thin layer of ice.

The more she looked at it, the more frightened she became, she never thought that the angel's horn would be so powerful.

"......" he moved his lips, his tongue stiffened, and he spat out a vague word.

She looked at the shape of his lips and nodded in understanding.

What he said was: blood!

Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled her scimitar from his waist and slashed it at her left wrist, blood pouring out.

"Drink, drink!" she reached for the wound on her wrist to his lips, and the hot blood flowed into his mouth.

Namtso's eyes widened suddenly, and he stared at her for a moment.

The hot blood went down his throat to his abdomen, and he felt a more warm feeling in his body, and as the hot blood increased, his body became warmer and warmer.

"Enough...... Enough ......" he wanted to say enough, but he said it vaguely.

Seeing that the blood from the wound was gradually congealing, she cut her right wrist again, and continued to feed him blood.

Nam Tso closed his eyes, he slowly inhaled, the true qi in his body slowly flowed, transporting that warmth to his limbs, gradually, he no longer felt cold, and his cold and stiff limbs became soft.

Suddenly, he jumped up from the ground and let out a clear whistle, only to feel that his whole body was full of energy and vitality again.

However, he knew that this was only temporary, and the hot blood he drank could only suppress the cold poison for about half an hour, and he had to soak in the hot spring to control the poison.

But with the half hour she fought for him, it was enough.