Luo Jia didn't react, because the arrow was in her chest, close to the blood, and her person was already a little dazed.

"I must help you get the arrows out now and release the poisonous blood."

As he spoke, his hand quickly untied her garment, parting her outer robe, and at the same time tore it with his hand, tearing the clothes on her chest.

The dark green robe parted to reveal the white tunic underneath.

His hand pinched her middle garment, but the purple disciple's movements froze again.

She's a woman, he's a man, and he's hurt in a place like this......

But if she doesn't do it soon, she'll die!

Raising his hand to tear off a cloth belt from his body, Zitu fed her a pill, and then held her with one hand and pinched the arrow with the other.

Forcefully, with a dial.

Burst!

The arrow came out of its body.

Fortunately, because the elves have always been kind, the arrows are different from ordinary arrows, they are streamlined and connected to the handle of the arrow, and there is no barb on ordinary arrows.

It only brought out a cloud of dirty blood, but not flesh and skin.

Throwing away the arrows, Zitu held Luo Jia's clothes from the wound with both hands, closed his eyes, and pulled hard.

With a thud, he tore her clothes.

Carefully pressing a finger to the side of her wound, he bent down and sucked his lips on her chest, sucking out the poisonous blood with all his might.

Spit off.

Again.

……

Repeat it several times until you feel that there is no smell in the blood, and then you stop moving.

Still with his eyes closed, he took out the medicine, groped for her to apply it, pressed the wound with a silk handkerchief, and took out a clean robe of his own to help her wrap it.

Finally, he took out one of his outer robes and draped it on his body, carefully fastened the belt, and then the purple disciple opened his eyes.

In her arms, Luo Jia's little face was pale, and her eyes were closed.

He was not at ease, so he stuffed another pill into her, and immediately carefully took her into his arms, and hurriedly urged the snow eagle under him.

"Hurry up!"

The snow eagle swept all the way through the woods and flew into the city of Ressa.

The Purple Disciples immediately took Luo Jia to the Grim Reaper's Gladiatorial Arena.

Weiyang was not in the gladiatorial arena, but the person in charge here knew the purple disciple, and when he saw him rushing in with Luo Jia in his arms, he immediately led him into a room and ordered a doctor to be called.

The doctors in the field soon arrived to check Luo Jia's pulse.

"How?"

The purple disciple asked urgently.

The doctor withdrew his finger, "The poisonous blood has been eliminated very cleanly, and some residual poison has entered the body, but there is no worry about her life, you have already given her an antidote, I believe she can wake up after sleeping for half a day at most." ”

Only then did the purple disciple breathe a sigh of relief, and turned his face to a maid and ordered, "You help her...... Cleanse your body. ”

"Yes!" The maid immediately agreed.

The purple disciple exited the door with the physician and the person in charge.

The person in charge asked the purple disciple the reason, and when he heard him talk about the blood elf, the man was also taken aback.

"I didn't expect that the blood elf clan still exists."

"What the hell is going on between the blood elves and the elves?" The purple disciple asked puzzled.

"How?" The farmer frowned, "I've heard a few things before, the blood elf and the green elf are like two sides of the same leaf, the green elf represents the positive side, and the blood elf is the negative side. It is said that the Blood Elves always wanted to take away the Elven Village and inherit the Tree of Life, but were later defeated by the Green Elves. It stands to reason that once the elves leave the Tree of Life, they will become ordinary people, and it is impossible for them to survive for a long time, and these blood elves do not know how they survived. ”

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