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Yu Xiaoling's body curled up involuntarily, his hands tearing his hair in a bun, and let out a low roar in his throat.

Xu Pan looked at it and was terrified. Could it be that this is what she called backlash?

A heart-rending pain, the pain was in Xiao Ling's body, the pain was in Xu Pan's heart, he didn't know what to do, he saw her body curled up in pain, stretched out her big hand, and immediately hugged her tightly in his arms.

"Ling'er ......," he called her.

He was answered by a low roar and her twitching limbs. Xu Pan's heart felt like he had been stabbed with a knife, painful, helpless, and on the verge of death.

This is the backlash, the price to save him.

But if she saved him, how could he save her?

Hold her tightly to your chest? Hold down her hand that is vigorously tearing at her hair? Keep whispering to her?

But it didn't work at all, Xu Pan mourned, and his liver and intestines were broken for a while. Suddenly, in the depths of the mountains and forests, a roar of a wild beast came, and Xu Pan's spiritual platform was clear for a while.

Yes, she said that Master Qingtan's medicine could save her.

"Master Qingtan......" Xu Pan muttered, and his mind skipped the gentle gaze of the man when he looked at Yu Xiaoling, and suddenly picked up Yu Xiaoling and jumped off the hundred-year-old cypress tree.

In the darkness of the night, a galloping figure swept in the direction of the descending mountain.

But before he could run far, he heard the cries of one after the other.

"Yu donor...... ...... to the donor"

It's Master Qingtan and Master Fuhe.

Xu Pan was overjoyed, and pressed the trembling person in his arms tightly to his chest, and rushed over with the voice.

Along the way, Qingtan exhaled a breath of turbidity, closed his eyes deeply, pinched his fingertips lightly, and murmured in his mouth. After a while, Qingtan showed a painful look on his face, and his teeth were tight.

She was devoured.

"Is it a mage?!" A man's hurried question came, Qingtan's eyes suddenly opened, and he saw a person running out of the dark mountain forest. He said "yes" in a deep voice, and the man rushed to the front in an instant, and Qingtan saw that he was holding a petite figure in his arms.

Yu Xiaoling was already unconscious at this time, but the pain around her body like a thunderbolt made her limbs twitch and tremble, and her face was pale and distorted, making people unbearable to look at directly.

Qing Tan saw her like this at a glance, something was about to erupt in his chest, he held down the tremor in his heart, covered her forehead with his left hand, stood in front of his chest with his right hand, and recited the scriptures in his mouth silently.

In the thick fog, the mountain wind was like a ghost, passing through the three of them, passing through Xu Pan's bloody clothes, turning to Xiaoling's embroidered shoes, and wandering between the fingers of Qingtan.

After about a quarter of an hour, when several wounds on Xu Pan's arm couldn't help but drip blood, Yu Xiaoling gradually quieted down, but after a while, her convulsions suddenly relaxed, and the person softened, like being pulled out of the skin of the soul, and collapsed in Xu Pan's arms.

Xu Pan gasped, her liver and gall were broken, thinking that she was gone, she couldn't help but hug her tightly, shook her, and shouted loudly in her ear: "Ling'er! Ling'er! Ling'er ......"

"Give it to me." Qing Tan's long eyebrows furrowed, and a deep voice interrupted his shout.

Xu Pan was stunned, and the movement of shaking her stopped, looking at Qingtan in distraction, but he didn't give him the person in his arms.

"Don't torture her anymore, she can't stand it."

Qingtan's cold voice sounded like a glacier, and he reached out to hug Yu Xiaoling's back and legs.

Xu Pan felt his coming, heard his words, and said in a daze: "You said she didn't die?!" ”

Qing Tan raised his head and glanced at him coldly, in the dark night, his thin lips pursed into a thin line, and suddenly he said again: "If you don't want her to die, let go!" ”

Xu Pan loosened his strength when he heard this, and in a breath, Yu Xiaoling left his embrace.

In a trance, he followed Qingtan down the mountain, and Xu Pan's gaze did not leave Yu Xiaoling's soft and drooping arm for a moment.

Master Qingtan's steps were very steady, and there was no overwhelming smell of blood on his robe, she must not have any discomfort in his arms, but Xu Pan's heart was like pressing a boulder, and she couldn't breathe.

After another quarter of an hour, several people finally returned to Yaowu Temple. Xu Pan followed Qingtan all the way, and when he arrived at the door of the meditation room of his Zen monastery, he saw Master Fuhe push the door and let Master Qingtan enter, and when Master Qingtan strode into the house with Yu Xiaoling in his arms, he suddenly closed the door, glanced at him, and said in a low voice: "Donor, please stay." ”

Stay?

Xu Pan lost his mind for a moment, and looked at Fu He incredulously: "Why?!" ”

"The mage should help the donor cast spells, and others should not disturb them."

Others?

Yes, he's just a useless mortal, a complete bystander.

It was like drinking a jar of coptis juice, Xu Pan was miserable, but he didn't dare to break in, he didn't dare to do anything that might hurt her, and he didn't dare to think about it.

But he was reluctant to leave for a single step, and his figure seemed to be settled, standing quietly in the moonlit Zen courtyard.

The corner of Qingtan's eyes swept over the figure in the courtyard, and his gaze was gloomy to the extreme. He gently put Xiaoling on the kang, and in a blink of an eye saw that her clothes were covered with blood, it was the blood that flowed from the person outside the house, and without the slightest hesitation, he reached out and untied her bloody clothes, took them off, threw them aside, pulled the quilt, and covered her.

Pulling out her thin wrist, the tentacles were cold, Qingtan's face was a little more gloomy, her fingertips were lightly covered, her eyes were closed, and she was carefully diagnosed.

Excessive depletion of spiritual power, fright, and backlash...... Each one of them was enough for her, let alone put it together.

Putting her forearm and hand back into the quilt, Qingtan got up and took the medicine bottle in the cabinet, poured another cup of warm water and put it on the kang table, took out two Gui'an pills, half hugged her in his arms, and fed her medicine.

After feeding the medicine, I took the breeze dew and poured it into the palm of my hand and helped her gently press it. Her forehead was also as cold as ice and snow, and somehow, Qingtan's hands slipped a little, as if she wanted to hold her soft face.

The alarm in his heart was loud, Qingtan hurriedly withdrew his hand, turned his face away, silently took a few breaths, secretly recited the Buddha, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

He got up and walked out of the house in a few steps, wanting to tell Fu He to come over with two braziers. As soon as the door opened, the long figure standing in front of the door fell into view.

"Mage, how is Ling'er?" Xu Pan hurriedly asked.

Ling'er?

Qingtan paused, didn't squint, and walked straight over, without responding to him at all.

Xu Pan also felt the coldness from Master Qingtan. He had always known that Master Qingtan did not interact with people in the world, and every time he went back to the deep well to offer incense, he handed Master Qingtan a post asking to see him, but the Master had never seen him.

But today, Master Qingtan's coldness towards him can be described as explicit and obvious, Xu Pan was a little confused, and a little understood, he sank his heart, and took a step to enter the house to see her, but before he stepped up and down the steps, he was blocked by a thin and straight figure.

Qingtan stood on the steps, looked at him condescendingly, turned into the house, and closed the door with his backhand.