"This kind of fruit is a great tonic, my body is too weak, and eating too much is not beautiful. And once this fruit is cut, it must be eaten immediately, otherwise it will spoil quickly. You are now in the stage of growing your body, and this half of the fruit can also replenish your spiritual power for more than a thousand years, so it's a pity to waste it......"

Emperor Shiyin gained strength, and his speech became much more coherent.

I see.

Feng Qingyu looked at most of the fruit in his hand, and the picture of Emperor Shiyin desperately grabbing the fruit just now passed in front of him-

This fruit was bought by him with his life, and it was a pity to throw it away.

Feng Qingyu was not a pretentious girl in the first place, and after thinking about this, she was no longer polite to him, and ate the half of the fruit quickly.

Emperor Shiyin watched her finish eating, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Although he had some strength, the wounds on his body were still painful, making him break out in a cold sweat.

"Now you can heal your wounds?" Feng Qingyu's gaze swept over his wound again.

Emperor Shiyin took a breath, and he struggled to sit up, but the pain of the wound made him sweat again.

Feng Qingyu couldn't see it, so she stepped forward and hugged him up: "It turns out that you, the god, also have such a weak time-"

Her breath is approaching, it is the unique light fragrance on her body, which he used to smell, and now that he smells it again, Di Shiyin's heart is warm, sweet and sad, and even the pain on his body seems to have forgotten-

She helped him sit cross-legged, Emperor Shiyin meditated for a while, his mental power slowly circulated in his body, and he was already able to use his skills to drive away poison.

Mo Canghai's gun also contained severe poison, if it was an ordinary person, maybe a little skin scratched by that gun would be fatal.

Fortunately, Emperor Shiyin's physique is different from ordinary people, and his blood originally had an antidote effect, so it was not considered poisoning after taking these few shots, and it was okay to directly use the gong to expel the poisonous blood.

With this luck to drive away the poison, he broke away the acupoint that Feng Qingyu was his bleeding stopper, and blood gushed out of the wound again, but this time the blood flowed out was pink, like the most vivid peach blossoms......

Feng Qingyu frowned, only then did he realize that the wounds on his body were also poisonous.

The eyes couldn't help but glance at his leg again, could the poison there also be forced out like this?

Elder Yunkong was also poisoned by the same poison, so he should be able to use the same method to get it out, right?

"Qing Yu, you dodge some." Emperor Shiyin suddenly spoke, and he didn't know when a silver knife would conjure up in his hand.

Feng Qingyu's eyes shrank slightly, this silver knife is a little familiar-

White jade couch, silver knife, beating bright red heart......

Her heart seemed to be pierced by a needle, and her face turned pale, and she couldn't help but take a step back.

Emperor Shiyin asked her to retreat just because she was afraid that the blood would stain her, and suddenly saw her big eyes staring at the silver knife in her hand, her face was different, her heart moved, and she suddenly seemed to understand something, and her heart suddenly twisted.

The damage he caused to her that time was almost fatal, but it was irreparable......

The silver knife in his hand was naturally not the same one, and the style was not the same, but it evoked Feng Qingyu's bad memories - "Qingyu, you-" He couldn't remember how to comfort her for a while.

Feng Qingyu shook her head: "I'm fine!" ”

She subconsciously slapped the bad picture just now back into the depths of her mind: "You deal with it first, I'll go pick up some dry firewood." ”