An Yang opened the car door and was about to reach out to take Liu Zhao out of the car, when Dahua rushed over quickly and blocked his owner behind him.

An Yang reluctantly left the car, opened the unlocked courtyard door, and watched Dahua carrying Liu Zhao with Xiaoqing in his mouth, and walked into the courtyard with difficulty.

Under the moonlit night, everything in the small courtyard was the same as when they left during the day, quiet and peaceful, and they didn't know that the owner of this room had just experienced a life-and-death battle.

Dahua placed Liu Zhao on the mahogany bed in the bedroom, and lowered the curtain on the bed.

An Yang rubbed his hands and tried to communicate with Dahua: "Who is that, does Liu Zhao need to see a doctor?" ”

"Meow!" Dahua was no longer as fierce as it had just now, it meekly rubbed An Yang's leg with its head, raised its cat's eyes full of spirituality, and looked at him gratefully.

For the first time, An Yang felt Dahua's kindness, he gently stroked Dahua's messy hair, and continued to ask, "Is there really no need to go to the hospital?" ”

"Meow, woo" Dahua shook its head slightly, it pointed to the chair in the hall with its front paws, and motioned for An Yang to sit there and wait for Liu Zhao to wake up on his own.

"Alright then, I'll wait until dawn. If she doesn't wake up after dawn, I'll have to take her to the hospital! An Yang also understands that Liu Zhao's injuries cannot be cured by ordinary medical skills.

He walked quietly into the hall and sat down in his chair. Tonight's experience completely changed the perception of the world.

The mysterious man who flew out of thin air, the monk who was silently killed by Liu Zhao, and the seven-colored light like sunlight emitted by Liu Zhao, the ghosts all over the mountains, and the animals that sacrificed their lives to savior.

These scenes and phantoms generally turned in An Yang's mind repeatedly, but the most memorable thing was the last smile that Liu Zhao unfolded towards him, so bright, so resolute! At that moment, he felt as if he was going to die with a smile with that beautiful person!

Unlike An Yang's stunned, Dahua circled around the big bed where Liu Zhao was lying, turning uneasily. From time to time, he jumped on the bed, looked at Liu Zhao's pale cheeks, and whimpered in a low voice.

At this time, in Liu Zhao's body, the cold aura was approaching her dantian. Her body was already a dead gray, and her vitality was slowly being eaten away by the gray-black gas!

At the moment when the gray-black gas was about to enter the dantian, the small white ball-like mysterious object above Liu Zhao's dantian suddenly emitted a burst of heavy cyan light!

In the light, the rich primeval spirit milk pure aura swallowed up the gray-black gas in an instant.

When the cold aura disappeared, the white ball regained its silence, still like a plant about to sprout, attached to her dantian, motionless.

"Hmm." Liu Zhao let out a soft murmur and slowly opened his eyes.

In front of her, there was a familiar bed curtain, and the big green cat's eyes were looking at her without blinking.

With difficulty, she smiled and raised her hand, wanting to touch Dahua's head, but found that her hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties.

"Woo!" Dahua's voice choked, and she arched her head over Liu Zhao's hand, lying quietly beside her.

"Looks like the big flowers saved me!" Liu Zhao saw Dahua's messy hair and already understood what was happening.

She didn't see Xiaoqing's little thing that loves to babble, so she guessed she was also injured, right?

Liu Zhao stopped thinking nonsense, she knew that the top priority was to quickly restore her ability to move.

"Dahua, you take Xiaoqing, let's enter the Roselle space together!" Liu Zhao said softly to Dahua.

"Meow!" Dahua shook her head, her eyes looking at the hall.

"Oh, there's An Yang here......" Liu Zhao now seemed to exhaust all her energy with every word she spoke, but she persevered tenaciously.

"Then you put Xiaoqing ...... Put it, put it in my hand, I'll send it in first. Through the heavy curtains, looking at the silhouette of An Yang sitting in the hall, her voice was like a mosquito.

Feeling the cold body of Xiaoqing in the palm of her hand, her heart moved slightly, and she sent Xiaoqing into the Roselle space.

With a sigh of relief, she closed her eyes and began to look inward at her meridians.

However, she was surprised to find that the cold aura that had tormented her had completely disappeared for some reason.

She didn't have time to think about what was going on, and immediately turned into a soft water decision, repairing the broken meridians bit by bit.

But the aura here is too thin, and she can't have the pure chaotic qi for her to absorb like in the Roselle space.

"Meow!" Dahua was full of gratitude to An Yang just now, but now he is full of resentment towards his existence.

Liu Zhao was about to stretch out his hand to appease Da Hua when he suddenly felt a cold breath coming from the Nine Heavens Water Pill on his wrist.

There is a large amount of Taigu Spirit Milk in the Nine-Colored Tianshui Pill! She was delighted to remember the primeval elixir she had absorbed from the amber!

Focus your consciousness on your wrist, within the dense aura in the Nine-Colored Heavenly Water Pill.

Running the soft water, she pulled out some of the spiritual energy as thin as silk threads and flowed into her body.

Because the aura of the primeval spirit milk was too strong, she didn't dare to absorb too much, and only extracted a trace of it. This silk of spiritual milk slowly flowed along Liu Zhao's dried meridians, and where it passed, the dilapidated meridians quickly recovered.

Qing Ling Ling's water aura ran along the meridians, all the way to her dantian. Slowly, the small pool in the dantian returned to a dark blue. More primeval auras and chaotic auras mingled, hovering above the blue pool.

At this time, the mysterious white ball moved slightly, and a few wisps of mixed aura floated around it, circled a few times, and then disappeared.

Liu Zhao had long been accustomed to the little white ball absorbing some aura from time to time, so he didn't care about it at all.

As her aura recovered, she slowly sat up, her body regaining some strength. She used the remaining primeval aura to comb Dahua's body again, and gently lifted a corner of the curtain.

Outside the bedroom, An Yang was still sitting on a mahogany chair, his eyes stunned without focus. Unconsciously, the day dawned, and the red morning sun shone obliquely into the hall through the window.

An Yang's neat suit was already crumpled, his amber eyes were bloodshot, and his short hair, which had always been meticulously combed, looked a little messy.

Looking at An Yang's exhaustion and sluggishness, Liu Zhao's heart was suddenly grasped by an emotion, which was called moving.

Last night, when Liu Zhao decided to fight to the death with those ghost fogs, the ban on An Yang had been lifted. He should have been able to drive away then, instead of sitting in the hall of her house in a mess like he was now, waiting for her to wake up.

When Liu Zhao got up, Dahua combed Liu Zhao's long hair into a braid, and found the white cotton robe she often wore and put it on her body.

After Dahua finished serving Liu Zhao to dress, he jumped out of bed, hung the silk curtains on the silver hooks next to the bed, and Liu Zhao wore a pair of brocade embroidered shoes and walked slowly towards An Yang.