The futon was lifted, and Xuanhua was shocked when he saw the face of the person on the bed!

That man's face was pale, and his facial features were somewhat similar to his father's, but he was really drooping and old, and his temples were white!

Qiu Suihan's complexion had changed, and he called "Di'er!" and hurriedly pounced on him and protected him behind him, for fear that Xuanhua would be unfavorable to him.

Xuanhua was stunned, "How can this be? According to the calculation of time, Qiu Di is only in his early thirties, how can he age so much?"

Qiu Suihan was already full of tears, knelt on the ground, and cried: "I hurt Di'er......! He's getting old by the day......"

He relocated Qiu Di, knelt down in front of Xuanhua, kowtowed, and said: "Since Gongzi can see the disaster of my family at a glance, he must not be an ordinary person!

Xuanhua only glanced at Qiu Di, who was unconscious on the bed, and knew that what Qiu Suihan said was true. This son of his is not suffering from some incurable disease, but is really running out of oil and dying, and tends to fail.

But how could a young man in his early thirties age like this? Could it be that someone really poured all the youthful pure yang qi of Qiu Di into his father in order to keep his face for the cold of the autumn year?

Seeing that Xuanhua should not, Qiu Sui Han kowtowed to himself and cried: "Childe is merciful and compassionate, and you must promise to be there, Di'er has been in a particularly bad decline recently, and has been unconscious for three consecutive days...... Childe, I'm afraid Di'er won't be able to survive this!"

Xuanhua sighed, "You are also a healer, you should know that Qiu Gongzi's qi is exhausted, and he can't delay it until today's dusk." ”

"But Di'er, he shouldn't die!" Qiu Suihan still knelt on the ground, looking up at Xuanhua, his forehead was bruised, oozing a trace of blood, and said with tears: "Damn me! I'm nearly seventy, what do I want to do if I live like this! But Di'er is still young! Damn it, it's me, I hurt Di'er!"

I beg Gongzi to be merciful and transfer my life expectancy back to Di'er! Even if I am ordered to die immediately, I am willing!"

Xuanhua smiled and said, "Changing the number of lifespans is against the mandate of heaven, but yours is an exception. ”

He walked to Qiu Di's bedside, took his hand, and checked his pulse: "Because someone did move on him and transferred his essence to you, so you will live forever, but he is rapidly aging in his prime and lingering. ”

Qiu Suihan muttered, "Sure enough...... Sure enough, I hurt Di'er!"

Xuanhua frowned.

Because at this time, he clearly saw that the black bruises and blood marks on Qiu Suihan's forehead that had been broken had now disappeared rapidly, as if he had been healed by extremely pure spiritual power, and not even a single scar had been left.

At the same time, Qiu Di's complexion was a little more decayed, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his mouth was full of turbidity.

This defeat is so obvious!

Xuanhua said secretly, Qiu Suihan said that the Qiu Sui Han has been declining rapidly recently, and it is thought that Qiu Sui Han's own Yang Shou is about to arrive, so he desperately uses the Qiu Di to make up for him, causing the Qiu Di himself to die!

But as it stands, the mortal father and son are only being used innocently. Because he looks very similar to his father, but Qiu Suihan didn't see anything, so it can be seen that he doesn't know about the conspiracy of the behind-the-scenes manipulator.

Hehe, that person really did everything to deal with the second brother!

But since he ran into me, his plot was not so easy!

Although you can't interfere with the life and death of mortals, since you broke it first, I just want to correct it back now, and it is not against the way of heaven.

Xuanhua made up his mind and said, "Doctor Qiu, you don't have to be sad, I have a way to save him." It's just that when Childe recovers, you have to promise me one thing. ”

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Jinghua didn't just leave.

He must first go to Wangxing Pavilion, pour enough spiritual power to dispel his anger, and then rush to Kunlun Ruins day and night, and then turn back immediately after finishing the matter of Kuafu.

Because the growth rate of Wangxing Pavilion's aura is too terrifying!

Today is the twentieth day of his return, but the number has almost doubled compared to the first day when the anger began to skyrocket!

Every day is increasing! Every hour is increasing rapidly every minute!

Like a boundless flood!

And on the first day, he already felt quite struggling, but now not only did not relieve, but intensified, every day he needed to pour more spiritual power into the Yinlong Mother Star! Several times before he finished it, he fell ill because of the sudden loss of spiritual power, fainted in the Wangxing Pavilion, and when he woke up, it was already dark, and then gritted his teeth and continued!

His steps towards the Wangxing Pavilion became heavier and heavier day by day.

He didn't dare to think about tomorrow.

I'm afraid that tomorrow's anger will become heavier, and I'm even more afraid that tomorrow I won't be able to resolve it even if I try my best!

The eldest brother is right, this kind of waste method is more than the spiritual power that passed away due to the destruction of the scales back then.

But he couldn't help it, he also saw it with his own eyes that day, with the cultivation of his eldest brother, if he wanted to do it reluctantly, he was afraid that the consequences would be much more serious than him.

This is his heavenly calamity, and he can't drag his eldest brother down together. In other words, if he really can't survive the qualifying tribulation, then someone from the Yinlong clan must take his place!

Now being dragged day and night like this, it's like devouring a tiger with one's body, and every day you have to take out more and more spiritual power to feed the monster who can't eat enough, and you don't even have a chance to think about how to crack it to survive.

No, he can't sit still!

No matter what today, I have to go to Kunlun Ruins once!

Jinghua gritted his teeth and stepped into the Star Pavilion, for the second time in one day.

The morning had already come, but he wanted to add one more before leaving. It takes two days and two nights from here to Kunlun Ruins, and it is four days and nights to go back and forth. He thought that even if he gritted his teeth today and poured more spiritual power into the Yinlong Mother Star, then when he came back in at least four days, he would not be so angry that the sun and the moon would collapse, and disasters would be everywhere in the world.

Turquoise pure spiritual power slowly poured out from under his palm, pouring into the scarred, dim planet with almost no luster.

It was a color as thick as lead, dark, cold, obscure, with the smell of death, and the layers of haze enveloped the planet, and the original color was completely invisible.

As the warm and thick turquoise spiritual power continued to intervene, those gray haze began to slowly fade, and after a long time, under the heavy haze, a dark red planet outline was faintly revealed.

Like him, the broken and weak Yinlong Mother Star.

The corners of Jinghua's pale lips raised slightly, but at the same time, a trace of bright red slowly flowed down.

He didn't dare to stop, he only wiped it lightly with one hand, and before he touched the corner of his mouth, he spurted out a large mouthful of blood.

As soon as this head opens, it is followed by an uncontrollable second and third mouthful......

Unable to stand anymore, he hurriedly pushed the Yinlong Mother Star back into the starry sky, knelt on the ground weakly, covering his mouth with one hand and supporting the ground with the other, trying to stabilize his trembling body.

The vomiting of blood continued, and the spotless floor was stained with a lot of red. He was actually very calm, and he thought about what kind of spell he had to use to clean it up before he fell unconscious.

Such a violent hematemesis has not occurred for a long time. Since I got Yinlong Wing three years ago, I haven't had it again. And now he is vomiting a lot of blood uncontrollably, presumably because of the rapid consumption of the past few days, which has caused the body to warn.

His eyes gradually began to darken, and the sharp pain in his chest became numb, it seemed that there was no way to cast any more spells, and he struggled to wipe the blood on the ground with a handkerchief, so as not to break in and find evidence of guilt.

Before he passed out, he saw a pair of women's thin feet.

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When I woke up, I was no longer in the Star Pavilion.

Jinghua frowned. You don't have to open your eyes to know that he was sent back to Chen'an Palace. The ripe plum blossom aroma on this quilt is still smoked by the foam himself.

His body still didn't need strength, but he was worried about the anger that had not yet been cleared by Wangxing Pavilion, gritted his teeth, and struggled to get up.

"If you have the ability, you will hide from me for the rest of your life!" The voice was sweet, but every word was filled with burning anger, and I couldn't wait to stuff him into the alchemy furnace and melt it to vent my anger!

Sister Yuan - it's even harder to deal with than Momo!

Jinghua frowned again.

He can be fierce to his eldest brother and confidently push back all his kindness! He can also lie to Momo, even coax and deceive, and hide it for a while.

But for Sister Yuan, neither of these will work.

In his heart, Sister Yuan is an existence similar to his mother's concubine. She brought him into this world with her own hands, and was tortured because of his mother's concubine. He instinctively couldn't disobey everything she said, and because of her medical skills, all lies were immediately revealed.

"Sister Yuan......" Jinghua was obedient, and immediately lay back again, without saying a word, taking the bowl of black bitter medicine in his hand.

Miao Yuan looked at him.

His face was as white as paper, and his handsome and graceful eyebrows were very similar to Concubine Mei's.

The smell of the medicine made him nauseous, and when he reached it, he hit him violently. But he seemed to be very afraid of Miaoyuan, so he forced himself to bring the bowl to his mouth and swallowed it one by one.

He was only half-drunk, and suddenly moved the bowl away in a hurry, and the whole person propped himself on the edge of the bed, covering his mouth with one hand, as if he was about to vomit.

He endured it, made the last effort, and forced down the nausea that was churning up in his stomach again and again, and his fingers on the edge of the bed trembled slightly.

After this while, Jinghua Qingjun's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat, he looked at Miao Yuan and smiled awkwardly, and motioned to take the bowl and continue.

"If you really can't drink it, you don't have to force it. When I vomited it out, I wasted even this half bowl. Miao Yuan finally showed kindness and did not ask him to drink it all.