Wen Yiran's chest was full of blood and blood, he really had no shame to face Brother Zhao, this time and again to save his life, but in exchange for the contempt and contempt of his juniors for others, he was ・・・・・・ ashamed!

Seeing Wen Yiran's face getting redder and redder, Zhao Qingshan was shocked and shouted: "Old Wen, control it." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Wen Yiran also wanted to control himself, but at this time, he couldn't control the blood flow that kept pouring towards his head.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Yuanyuan hurriedly stepped forward, squeezed out Zhao Qingshan in front of the bed, stretched out a finger, and pointed at the silver needle on the door of Wen Yiran's head.

When Zhao Qingshan did acupuncture for Wen Yiran, Wen Yiran was lying on the bed, and because of this, Zhou Yuanyuan's small body was able to hold Wen Yiran's head. It is precisely because of this that Zhou Yuanyuan was able to stop an impending tragedy in time.

A wisp of invisible white gas drilled into Wen Yiran's brain along the silver needle on Wen Yiran's head, Wen Yiran only felt that his brain was cool, and this cool feeling slowly spread in his mind, and finally, occupied Wen Yiran's entire brain and body.

"Hiss~" It feels so comfortable, just like entering a house made of ice cubes on a hot day, and like soaking in a hot spring pool in winter, Wen Yiran only feels that his internal organs seem to have been ironed by an iron, and there is no place to disobey, and the 36,000 pores on his body are like eating ginseng fruit, and no place is not happy, this burst of comfort makes Wen Yiran can't help but gasp.

Zhao Qingshan was visible to the naked eye, and the astonishing blood red on Wen Yiran's face slowly receded, and in less than five seconds, Wen Yiran had returned to normal.

Seeing this, Zhou Yuanyuan hurriedly took a few steps back, gave up his position, and returned it to Zhao Qingshan.

Wen Yiran opened his eyes, only to feel that his brain had unprecedented clarity, and his whole body seemed to be full of strength and agility.

"Brother Zhao, you saved me again!" Wen Yiran sat up, held Zhao Qingshan's hand tightly, and said movingly.

Just now, just when Wen Yiran felt the blood in his whole body rushing to the top of his head, Wen Yiran thought that he was going to confess today. He closed his eyes subconsciously. I didn't expect Zhao Qingshan's medical skills to be so skillful, and I don't know what means he used to pull him back from the verge of death.

"It's nothing, it's your life. Zhao Qingshan waved his hand and said modestly. If it weren't for Zhao Qingshan's whim to keep Zhou Yuanyuan today, Zhao Qingshan would not have been able to solve the dead end just now. It seems that Xiao Jiu used the skills inherited to save Brother Wen, right? However, Xiao Jiu's affairs can't be told to Brother Wen, so he has to be a "hero" himself.

Zhao Qingshan took off the silver needle on Wen Yiran's head for Wen Yiran, and glanced at Zhou Yuanyuan meaningfully.

At this time, Zhou Yuanyuan was busy dealing with Xiaoyu in the sea of knowledge, and he didn't care to pay attention to the meaning in his grandfather's eyes.

In Zhou Yuanyuan's sea of knowledge, Xiao Yu was about to die of anger, it had been busy for so long before it had practiced such a trace of pure spiritual power with the thickness of a hair, and the master was good, and he sent half of it out as soon as he made a move. Woowoo・・・・・・ it wants to cry・・・・・・

Xiaoyu was cursed by Zhou Yuanyuan a few days ago, and it was not allowed to spy on Zhou Yuanyuan's thoughts, Xiaoyu was also honest, anyway, whether she listened to the master's thoughts or not, it made no difference to it, once she recognized the master, life and death were manipulated by the master. Even if Xiaoyu knew in advance what the master was going to do to it, it couldn't change the result. In addition to repairing the cracks in Zhou Yuanyuan's Zhihai every day, Xiaoyu also seized the time to cultivate, as a jade spirit, strength is the king.

Xiao Yu didn't understand that Zhou Yuanyuan didn't know what he was busy with all day long, and his cultivation time was less than eight hours a day, and when Zhou Yuanyuan was practicing, Xiao Yu could follow up with some spiritual power. These geniuses have a little more pure spiritual power, how difficult it is! The more Xiao Yu thought about it, the more sad she became, and she couldn't help crying.

"Xiao Yu, Xiao Yu, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Yuanyuan only heard Xiao Yu's cry in his mind, and everything else was covered by Xiao Yu's cry.

"Master, you waste, it's shameful to waste, do you know?" Xiao Yu didn't want to pay attention to Zhou Yuanyuan, its spiritual power! It was wasted on that mortal old man by its master, and it said heartbrokenly.

"Why did I waste it?" Zhou Yuanyuan was puzzled, just now she controlled it very precisely, and just used a trace of spiritual power to pull Wen Yiran back from the brink of death.

"My spiritual power is so difficult to cultivate, the master didn't even say a word and used it, and it was used on such a mortal, Xiaoyu's spiritual power, that is a treasure that all immortals are fighting for, woo woo woo ・・・・・・" Xiao Yu didn't want to talk to Zhou Yuanyuan anymore, the master bullied Xiao Yu, obviously it was enough to use his own spiritual power, but for that old man, he fell in love with the trace that it was finally refined to purity, and it was really heartbreaking.

"Your spiritual power, isn't that my spiritual power, when did it become yours?" Zhou Yuanyuan was puzzled. When she pointed at the silver needle just now, when did the spiritual power she obviously mobilized become Xiaoyu's spiritual power?

"Master, people let you have time to learn more exercises on Hongqiao, but if you don't listen, Xiaoyu doesn't want to pay attention to you. "Xiaoyu is angry, the girl is outgoing, this is not married to that stupid boy yet! I am preparing for the grandfather who pleases the stupid boy, with this half of Xiaoyu's spiritual power, this old man can be regarded as making a lot of money, the old troubles in the body will be automatically removed, and the bones and blood will be slowly nourished to the heyday of his youth・・・・・・

After Xiaoyu couldn't peek into Zhou Yuanyuan's thoughts, sometimes when she was bored, she would deliberately listen to people from the outside world. Zhou Yuanyuan and Wen Ziqing's marriage contract, Zhou Yuanyuan himself didn't know, Xiaoyu had already heard Zhao Qingshan and Zhao Yunxiang talk a few times behind Zhou Yuanyuan's back, before coming to Wen's house this time, Zhao Qingshan also specially asked Zhao Yunxiang to talk about Feng Xueying's difficulty. But fortunately, Feng Xueying didn't go downstairs due to illness, which made Zhao Qingshan breathe a sigh of relief. Although Zhao Qingshan is not afraid of Feng Xueying, he also doesn't like to have a person dangling in front of him, if it weren't for Wen Yiran's illness, Zhao Qingshan didn't want to come to Wen's house at all.

Hmph! The master is bad! I like silly boys, I don't like Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu thinks that she has found the truth, and she feels even more sad.

"Xiaoyu, I promise to study hard after I go back, and I won't take your words as wind again. Zhou Yuanyuan hurriedly agreed. Although Zhou Yuanyuan has been inherited by Xiaoyu, her thoughts in her two lives still can't regard cultivation as the norm, and she has deeply regarded sleep as rest. This is also the reason why Xiao Yu complained about Zhou Yuanyuan's lack of cultivation time. Looking at Xiaoyu's posture, the trace of "qi" she sent out just now seems to be a very remarkable thing.