Chapter Seventy-Five: Cold Poison Strikes

The temperature at the bottom of the mountain is much lower than the temperature on the cliff, if you don't think it's a big deal in normal times, but the current situation is different, this time and that time.

Xiahou Mobing had just left on his front foot, and Murong Xue, who had been ordered to sleep by him, was frowning and looking crooked at this time.

The intermittent pain continued to hit her, and by this time she was unconscious, and she didn't know where she was. It seems to hear a burst of "ticking...... Ticking ...... "What's the sound?" Murong Xue gradually woke up from her coma, a tearing pain spread throughout her body, she twisted her body, but it involved the wound on her chest, making her gasp in pain.

She tried to open her eyes to see where it was, to know who was around her, but it was all in vain, and before she could think about it, the pain in her brain came at her again, and the internal organs in her body seemed to be in a cataclysm, and thousands of worms were constantly crawling on her body, drinking her blood and gnawing at her flesh.

Sometimes she really wants to end herself with a knife like this, at least this way she can be freed, at least she won't live as tired as she is now. But she was unwilling, and finally God gave her another chance to be reborn, and she was unwilling to give up so easily, so even if she was tortured by pain, she had to work hard to hold on. Life is such a beautiful thing, she hasn't had time to enjoy it, why should she give up lightly. Besides, the people who had hurt her so much were still living so freely, why was she suffering inhumane torture here, and she hadn't let those people know the consequences of offending her!

As Old Man Mo's apprentice, his medical skills can be called superb even if he is not the first sword. At first, she also thought that there were really insects in her body, so when she studied medicine hard, after continuous research and reasoning, she realized that this was not an insect but a hallucination caused by the numbness of the pain to a certain extent.

"Ah......" In the end, Murong Xue couldn't stand the pain in her brain, the physical torture and the pain in the wound, and the whole person twisted into a ball and rolled on the spot. The sound vibrated and annihilated in the empty little cave. Another heart-rending roar followed, miserable and eerie. In the end, the enemy couldn't stand it, and passed out.

He was exhausted, but despite this, Xiahou Mobing still endured it and cheered up. Cher is still waiting for him to go back!

In a gloomy decaying tree was finally found, the last taste of medicine.

When Xiahou Mobing came back, it was already getting dark, and he realized that this day was about to come to an end. However, when he returned to the cave and saw Murong Xue lying on the ground, as if he had been fished up in water, the self-blame in his heart gradually deepened. He should have come back sooner.

The hand gradually rested on her beautiful hand, the joints protruded, the color was gray, and the palm was full of calluses, probably because of the long-term holding of something.

Cold Poison !! He should have known that although it was not the fifteenth day of the full moon today, it was difficult to guarantee that it would not cause seizures due to other reasons.

And just now, it is obvious that the cold poison has already attacked in advance, it seems that he has to solve the poison as soon as possible, and it is not a way to drag it like this.

But now is not the time.

Because there is a trauma, if it is mixed and taken together, the medicinal properties will have a counterproductive effect.

Xiahou Mobing gently picked up Murong Xue and placed it in the hay-covered area. Take out the herbs you have just picked, crush them, and apply them to the wound to prevent the wound from becoming inflamed