He groped out of bed, he stood there and waved his hand vigorously, but Luo Xiyu was afraid that he would fall, the bottles, cans, tables, chairs and benches in the room had already been put away, only a table and two wooden chairs were left on one side of the wall, and there was nothing else.

So, under the vigorous wave of his hand, he didn't touch anything, he couldn't help but stumble a little, his knuckles were a little white, his face was anxious and angry, he opened his mouth hard, but he couldn't make a sound, only heard a sound similar to something stuck in his throat, and choked back when he reached his mouth.

After several repeated attempts, his temper finally exploded in worry and powerless anger, and he walked around the room with chaotic steps, and finally touched the wall, and his hand hammered the wall hard, but when the meridians of his whole body were broken, how could he smash the wall as before.

This feeling of waste is a cruel torture for someone who once had a high level of force, and this torture combined with the groans of the woman on the bed who left her torn and helpless to rely on is simply maddening.

The Holy Lord's back, which had always been straight, and his back, which had never bent even after being tortured, was bent down at this time, because he could not support his weak legs for a long time, and there was no one to support him, and he was weak under his legs, and he almost fell down a few times.

He paused, and slowly knelt down against the wall, and then crawled on his knees, groping around with trembling hands, the fear of losing his most precious man, and being reduced to useless waste, which tormented him every time, and now intensified, and he clenched his fists tightly, hammered down the wall, and crawled forward.

On weekdays, the house seems to be a long walk at this time.

Until he finally touched the leg of the table, at that moment, he stood up against the edge of the table, and out of nowhere, the force burst out, and threw the whole table with all his might, and the kettle on the table flew out first, and the whole pot fell on the opposite wall, shattering not even a complete tile.

And the table was lifted down, and fell heavily to the ground, and the sound sounded like thunder in the middle of the night.

The door was suddenly opened, and the Twelve Swords rushed in.

When they came in, by the moonlight, what they saw was the holy lord dressed in white, he stood there, the corners of his eyes and mouth slowly flowed black water, looking extremely terrifying, and the hanging fist was clenched at this time, dripping blood, and his eyes fell on the wall not far away, only to see one after another pits and bloody fingerprints on it, which actually continued from the bed six meters away, which looked shocking.

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Ge Lao hurried day and night, and when he came back, it was late, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he asked about the situation of the Holy Lord, and when he came back, he carried a big black bag, which contained some fishy things, and made his body full of this unpleasant smell.

He didn't even have time to change his clothes, so he hurried over.

When he saw this scene, his eyelids trembled, and he suddenly shouted at the twelve swords: "What are you doing in a daze? Wash the wounds of the Holy Lord with warm water first, you, go and get my medical box......" After saying that, he hurriedly trotted all the way to the bed.

As soon as he lifted the quilt like this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, stabilized his mind, and immediately put his finger on Luo Xiyu's wrist, which was in pain at this time.

During the pulse, the twelve swords took the medical box, Ge Lao finished the pulse, then reached out to take out the medicine box from the innermost lattice to take out a white bottle, and pulled out the bottle and hurriedly poured out a white pill, as soon as it was taken out, there was a fragrance coming to the nose, I don't know what kind of fairy medicine is made, for an old man like Ge Lao who has been practicing medicine for more than 60 years, known as a miracle doctor, there are really a lot of treasures at the bottom of the box in his hand.

Even someone sent a good thing to the door, and the bottle in his hand is very good for women, it is made of an eight-hundred-year-old black grass, Wen Gong protects the fetus and nourishes the body, before he took the pulse, Miss Luo's body is good, and the fetus is also very stable, so he does not need this medicine, but he didn't expect that only eight days of work, how could there be signs of abortion.

Ge Lao fed Luo Xiyu with the medicine as soon as he thought about it, the eight hundred years of Ziwu grass has been placed in Ge Lao's hands for more than ten years, and the medicinal properties have long been mature and penetrate the whole pill, this is the benefit of the elixir, the more ordinary medicine is placed, the worse the efficacy, and this can be called the best medicine, but on the contrary, the older the age, the more mature the medicine, the better the efficacy.

And when he ate it in his mouth, he didn't feel bitter, but there was a faint medicinal fragrance, at this time, Luo Xiyu was full of sweat, swallowing hard like grasping a life-saving straw, and when a warm heat went down his throat, the coldness of his whole body suddenly warmed up, and his abdomen became warm, and the pain seemed to be reduced a little.

She gasped for a moment and wanted to get up, and Ge Lao hurriedly said: "Miss Luo doesn't need to move, just sleep like this, and drink some fetal pills tomorrow." ”

"Child......" Luo Xiyu asked hoarsely.

"The children are all good, there is old decay, the little holy lord will never be fine, Miss Luo doesn't have to think about anything now, taking care of the baby is the most important thing......" Although he said so, no one knew the happiness in Ge Lao's heart.

Originally, when he saw Miss Luo's painful appearance on the bed, his eyelids jumped, and he secretly said that it was not good, but after taking the pulse, he secretly rejoiced, fortunately, Miss Luo's foundation is good, fortunately, it just looks like it hurts, but fortunately, he rushed back in time, and there is the best fetal pill in his hand, otherwise what will be the consequences, it is really unimaginable, seven months of miscarriage, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the mother and child to be saved.

Hearing Ge Lao's assurance, Luo Xiyu breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes that had hurt before were blurry, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved at this time.

Her eyes couldn't help but look around Ge Lao, and she saw the man standing there alone in the shadows against the wall at this time, and there was a trace of helplessness on his face at this time.

"Holy Lord......" she reluctantly, her voice was weak and she called out her hand to him.

At this time, the Holy Lord was a few steps away from the bed, and when Ge Lao was treating, he stood a little indifferently, and when Luo Xiyu called him, he moved his ears slightly, but he still didn't move.

"Holy Lord......" Luo Xiyu couldn't help but cry out again.

As if the button had been pressed, he was motionless and his ears moved again.

Then something shocked Ge Lao and the Twelve Swords, the Holy Lord moved his feet, yes, moved his toes, and the direction of his toes was the direction in which Luo Xiyu made his voice.

No one knew how terrible the silent world was, how frightening and desperate it was to see and hear, and what a voice of call through the fog was shocking and longing for them.

He moved slowly, afraid that the sound would disappear from his world from time to time, as it had done before.

The voice was so gentle, like a guiding street lamp, that he kept discerning the direction until he walked to the bedside, stretched out and groped, and then felt the familiar soft and boneless hand, which he couldn't help but clench tightly.

At this time, Luo Xiyu's tears were like waterfalls, she snuggled tightly in his arms, there was never this moment, she felt that she couldn't lose him, she needed him, that is, when he couldn't hear, couldn't see, couldn't speak, and couldn't move, he was desperate to save himself and his child, such a person, how could he lose such a warm and reassuring embrace? She hugged him hard, tightly, tears soaking his sleeves and shirt.

The Holy Lord was a little stiff at first, but then he stretched out his hand, slowly groped the shape of the person in his arms, as if to know her comfort, moved from his back to her long hair, and then gently touched his cheek with his hand, touching the tears on his face, and his hand couldn't help but clench, as if the tears could burn her heart.

It wasn't until Luo Xiyu kept kissing his fingers that he slowly stretched out, and her palm was gently rubbed by her face, warm and reassuring, she choked and muttered: "Jing Prison, no matter what you become, you must always be by my side, don't leave me......"

At this time, Ge Lao and the Twelve Swords left the room with great acquaintion, and closed the door, this time the Twelve Swords did not dare to be negligent at all, and several people were guarding the door, and they had to confirm the situation in the house at any time, in case this kind of thing happened again.

At this time, Ge Lao, who was extremely sleepy, was actually not sleepy at all, and when he saw the Holy Lord's ears moved, he could even hear a little sound, although it seemed unstable, but this was enough to make Ge Lao move and weep, and kneel down to worship his ancestors.

When he got back to the house, he began to open his big bag and take things out, what was inside, bottles and cans, and even some things that had just been picked off and resembled toad skins, which were extremely fishy.

There was also some unknown insect blood, a strange smell, which was put on the ground by Ge Lao, and then he took the medicine and grinded it out, and began to grind the dregs of the skin and mix the medicine himself, shaking his beard while grinding.

At this time, Luo Xiyu leaned on the man, one hand was still covering his stomach, and his face was still asleep with tears on his face, but the holy lord was looking at it blankly, not knowing what he was thinking, when he woke up, he gently touched the woman who was snuggling him with his hand, his hand was very light and slow and slowly stroked, and he stopped on his stomach, and then touched her face again, paused slightly, and couldn't help but lean over, rubbing his lips against her......

Then he fumbled around and pulled the quilt, covered his body, and then slowly got up, and under the moonlight, he groped his way to sit cross-legged beside the woman, put his hands on his laps, and closed his eyes.

But before he could come out for a while, he snorted and spat out a mouthful of blood......

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