After the man swallowed Neidan, he didn't leave immediately, or he was forced to not leave, he covered his heart, crouched on the ground, leaning on the corpse of the Qinglu Holy Beast King, panting, his face was pale, and there was a smear of blood salivating at the corner of his mouth, looking very painful.

Yun Wan was stunned, was he injured?

But the Qinglu Holy Beast King didn't even touch the corners of his clothes?

Seeing the half-dead appearance of the man below, Yun Juan felt a lot more relieved, thinking that this time he couldn't do anything to himself even if he hadn't killed Yin.

She stood up and used her Xuan Li to leave Qingwulin and go back to the medicine house.

'Poof'...... Under the green tree, the man who was half-lying against the Qinglu Holy Beast King spurted out a mouthful of blood, his original pale face was like gold paper, Yun Wan had already taken a step, she had practiced the art of medicine and poison with the ghost doctor Zhang Sizhang in Qishan for four years, and naturally knew that such a face was only available to people who were about to die.

Although this strange man killed Old Man Zhang's beloved Beastmaster, he was still a human life.

If she doesn't save her when she dies, she can't do it to herself.

She sighed helplessly, jumped down from the branch with a somersault, landed steadily, and paced to the man.

The man opened a pair of deep phoenix eyes when he heard the voice, staring at Yun Wan coldly, and the next moment he saw her, he didn't know what was crazy, and suddenly endured the pain and pulled the standing Yun Wan down, and she fell into the man's arms unsteadily.

Wipe! What is this trying to do? It can't be that you haven't killed Yin yet, and you want to kill her too, right? Sure enough, it's hard to be a good person.

The man frowned and stared straight at Yun Wan's forehead. Slender fingers caressed her forehead with coldness. The handsome face originally wanted to laugh, but the next moment it became cold again, staring at Yun Wan suspiciously.

Yun Wan was a little uncomfortable stared at by him. Coughed lightly: "I know how to heal, I can show you." ”

She put her hand on the man's wrist with the hand that was not caught by him, her brows furrowed deeply, what kind of pulse is this, countless air currents in her body are stringing everywhere, and his internal organs are about to be destroyed, but they are slowly getting better.

It's repairing itself!

Speechless......

The man let go of the hand that imprisoned her and said weakly, "You are a Xuanwu, you can't help me." ”

His sword eyebrows were tightened, and his gaze kept falling on her forehead, and at the center of this girl's forehead, a lotus mark had flashed in Fang Cai, and then disappeared in an instant. It's just that how can a Xuanwu have the unique mark of that clan?

Today's Great Wilderness of the Four Regions has long been gone, and now only he is left, and he can't find anyone who has something in common with him.

Fang Cai's glimpse may have been a hallucination caused by the toxins in his body that caused his spiritual power to decline, right?

Yun Juan withdrew the hand on his wrist, although his sentence 'You can't help me as a Xuanwu' was a little despised by her, but seeing that he was in a cold sweat and kept pursing his lips, without saying a word, he took out a pain-relieving pill from the purse he carried with him and handed it to him: "You will feel better if you eat it." ”

The man looked at the pill she handed over, and looked at her deeply, although the girl in front of her was not very old, she had the appearance of a country, especially a pair of eyes like stars with autumn water. When she saw it, any hard-hearted person couldn't help but soften his heart.

He took the pill she handed him and swallowed it in one gulp, and after a moment the pain subsided and his face slowly improved.

Seeing his improved face, Yun Wan couldn't help but be stunned while being pleased, she had lived two lifetimes, and she had never seen such a handsome man in total.

The man in front of him had a face with clear water chestnuts, and the knife was like a jade. The sword eyebrows that have been drawn by the pen fly into the hair, the thick eyelashes are slightly upturned, as if the ink has been brushed, the deep phoenix eyes are slightly squinted, with a bit of rebelliousness, the nose is like an eagle hook, a sexy thin lip, a slight lip color, the lip line is perfect that Yun Juan has never seen, the lips are tightly pursed, although the face is still pale, the bloody corners of the mouth add a taste of charm to him.

The head was as green as ink, and some of it was pulled up to the back of his head, tied with a hollowed-out fan-shaped crown of white jade hair, and the rest was scattered over his shoulders, covering half of his body.

The wide purple robe was spread on the ground, and there was an innate dignity in the laziness, like a noble god above the clouds.

Presumably, the gods who say that they are descending to earth are nothing more than that.