Ling Luo didn't have the real poison of "Drunken Flower Yin", let alone diagnosis and treatment, and even didn't know what the signs of its poison were, the only thing she knew was that if Fengshan's poison on the cow hair needle was really the famous "Drunken Flower Yin", then, even if the Da Luo Immortal came to the rescue, Xiao Ziyu would not be able to escape the end of death.

Since Ling Luo began to treat people's injuries, she had never been in such a desperate situation as now, seeing that the patient was in front of her, but she had no way to do it, not to mention that this person on the front line of life and death was still Ling Luo's favorite man, such helplessness and pain and hardship were no less difficult than letting Ling Luo kill Xiao Ziyu with his own hands.

Ling Luo has never resented herself as much as she does at this moment, she didn't read more medical books on weekdays, how could her research on difficult antidotes be so shallow, if she relied on her intelligence and cleverness, she would definitely have some understanding and insight into this "Drunken Flower Yin" in a few years, even if she couldn't unravel all the poisons, she would finally be able to hang Xiao Ziyu's life for a while.

But now Xiao Ziyu has been poisoned, the poison of "Drunken Flower Yin" is so fierce and domineering, even if he has profound spiritual power, he can only save his life for one day at most, Ling Luo, even if he is a super god of medical skills, there is no way to develop an antidote that no one has made for a hundred years in this night.

But even if you don't do anything, if you continue with this situation, as soon as the sun comes out tomorrow morning, you will leave with the dark night, and Xiao Ziyu's life will remain.

Feng Shan's corpse gradually became cold, and Ling Luo felt as if her heart was also frozen with this temperature, and an emotion called "fear" slowly grew and spread in her heart, tightly wrapping around her neck like a vine, and the invisible feeling of oppression made her almost breathless.

Grief was like a seed sown on the grassland, and it instantly grew into a dense and lush grassland, and Ling Luo's mind was now filled with only one thought, that is, Ziyu was about to die......

Suddenly, a large hand dragged Ling Luo away from Feng Shan's corpse and came to an embrace full of grass, the warm and blazing temperature seemed to be able to destroy all the cold and dispel all the gloom.

Xiao Ziyu looked at the little man in his arms who seemed to be shrunk into a ball, his amber eyes flashed with distress and pity, but there was also a hint of secret joy, his beloved could worry so much about him, even if all this was true, his life would not be in vain.

Since the word used is "even if", it means that Xiao Ziyu has not really been poisoned by the "Drunken Flower Yin", he quickly opened his mouth to explain clearly, so that Ling Luo can no longer be so sad, "Xiao Luoluo, what I have is just a simple snake venom, not Drunken Flower Yin." ”

"What?" Ling Luo suddenly heard this, his eyes were full of confusion and looked at Xiao Ziyu, sad and sad mixed with confusion, such complex emotions mixed in a pair of eyes are indescribably weird and treacherous, but they are like crystals shining with hope, extremely dazzling, people subconsciously can't hide it.

Xiao Ziyu saw that Ling Luo's emotions had finally calmed down a little, so he began to sort out his thoughts and tell Ling Luo the ins and outs of this matter clearly.