After taking the scripture out of the ethereal illusion, I wanted to look through it a little.

However, as the foul smell outside became thicker and thicker, her head became more and more painful, tearing her eyes into a blur, not to mention looking at the contents of the scripture, and even the scripture itself, she could see it a little clearly. She didn't even have the strength to hold the scripture, so she could only lean limply against the wall to the side, panting slightly.

In this hall, the only one who noticed her strangeness was Lan Zhanzhou, who was close to her.

At the beginning, Lan Zhanzhou didn't find that the situation of glutinous rice was wrong, and thought that glutinous rice just fell asleep against the wall. By the time he found out, Nuomi's whole person was already very uncomfortable, squinting his eyes and leaning against the corner of the wall, his face was a little pale white, and even his breathing was shallow and short, not in an ordinary state at all.

Lan Zhanzhou hesitated slightly, but in the end, he was defeated by the uncomfortable state of Nuomi, and couldn't help but sit up, leaned in front of Nuomi, and carefully pushed Nuomi's shoulder.

Glutinous rice was already a little confused, except for the position of the temples twitching and hurting one by one, the whole head seemed to explode, and even the eye sockets hurt with it, so that she even wanted to reach out and dig out the eyeballs, so that it would not hurt anymore.

It's a pity that she doesn't even have the strength to raise her hand now, so she can only shrink quietly in the corner, gasping for breath.

The noise outside seemed to be gradually moving away from her, and the people around her had nothing to do with her at all. She sat alone in the corner, like a withered huā, and no one cared at all.

She didn't even know if she wanted others to find out about her situation now, or if she wanted to be alone and quiet. If you cut off your head, you can stop the pain. She would rather have her head off.

When Lan Zhanzhou cautiously pushed her shoulder, she actually felt it. It's just that even if she feels it, she is still in a state of weakness, even if she wants to raise her head and support her eyes, she can't do it. I could only hum a small breath from between the tips of my nose, barely in response.

There seemed to be a voice next to her ear, as if someone was saying something next to her, but she couldn't hear it in her head at all.

She clearly heard the other party's words, and they rang in her ears very clearly, and even the other party's breath could already spray on her neck, but her brain seemed to be frozen, and she couldn't turn around at all, let alone think about what the other party said.

"Huh??"

It took a long time for Nuomi to slowly agree with her nose, and even she didn't know what she was trying to express. It's just an instinctive response to the outer's questioning.

Lan Zhanzhou had never seen glutinous rice like this—and he had never seen anyone look like this. Looking at Nuomi's somewhat unusual face, he gritted his teeth and reached out to probe Nuomi's forehead.

There is not a bit of heat on the forehead of the glutinous rice.

It's not that she doesn't have a high fever, but even the little bit of temperature that should have been there has completely disappeared. Now the touch on the forehead of glutinous rice is simply not like a living person.

The skin was cold to the touch, and the cold sweat that was oozing slightly from the pain was on the body, making it even more like marble. Lacking a little bit of heat.

Lan Zhanzhou was taken aback suddenly, where could he care about what men and women were guarding against and being indifferent to people, so he bent down at once, hugged the glutinous rice horizontally, and prepared to put it on the mat that was set up on the side.

It's better to ask Nuomi to lie on one side than for her to just sit against the corner.

Lan Zhanzhou's movements were very big at this time, and he was very conspicuous among the monks sitting cross-legged, which made everyone else dumbfounded. Not to mention the monks around him, even Xiao Jingyan, who had just come out from behind, was startled.

"What are you doing! Put Miao down! ”

Xiao Jingyan saw the situation here, and he didn't know what was going on. With a jump of his eyebrows, he rushed straight towards Lan Zhanzhou's side.

Lan Zhanzhou glanced at Xiao Jingyan, and regardless of his obstruction, he silently hugged the glutinous rice aside. It wasn't until Xiao Jingyan was about to rush in front of him that he threw a sentence hard. "She's sick."

Xiao Jingyan was stunned for a moment, and instinctively retorted, "Nonsense! How could a monk be sick? ”

But as soon as he finished speaking, he immediately realized that there was indeed something very wrong with the glutinous rice.

If the glutinous rice is still good, it is absolutely impossible for Lan Zhanzhou to hold it like this without resisting. Even if it's just a few words, even if it's just a little bit of struggle. But now the glutinous rice is lying softly in Lan Zhanzhou's arms, as if it is very difficult to breathe, his chest is slightly undulating, his head is tilted to the side, and his hands are hanging weakly, no matter how he looks at it, he doesn't look like he is as lively as usual.

"Ah Miao, what happened to Ah Miao?"

Looking at the appearance of glutinous rice, Xiao Jingyan couldn't help but get anxious.

Lan Zhanzhou just shook his head silently, and carefully put the glutinous rice on the mat on the side, trying not to let her bear a little burden.

He really doesn't know what happened to Nuomi, he only knows that when Nuomi is so uncomfortable, he must not let Nuomi be stimulated a little. After he himself was spelled by the demon beast, the feeling of his divine consciousness being scorched by the fire and suffering from life made him unforgettable.

Although he didn't know what happened to the glutinous rice now, he couldn't help but think of the pain he had suffered.

If it is put on a female cultivator like Nuomi-

Lan Zhanzhou couldn't help but look down at the glutinous rice lying on the mat, and pursed his lips silently.

He seemed to have the weight of the glutinous rice in his hand. When he was holding the glutinous rice, the forehead of the glutinous rice was next to his chest, and the sweat stuck to the clothes on his chest, which made him feel the storage of the glutinous rice very strongly, indicating that he had indeed carried this little soft girl to the mat.

The suffering he suffered outside at the beginning was put on a strong man like him, and he hated to die immediately, let alone a little girl like Nuomi. As long as he thought of the pain at the beginning, and then looked at the thin figure of glutinous rice, he couldn't help but feel some pity from the bottom of his heart.

He shouldn't have such pity, but now he can't help it.

Xiao Jingyan glanced at Lan Zhanzhou, and saw him standing on the side in a daze, and at this time he didn't have time to pay attention to what he was thinking, so he quickly squatted down and came to the glutinous rice, wanting to see what was wrong with the glutinous rice.

It's just that no matter how Xiao Jingyan talks to Nuomi, he can't get a little response from Nuomi. All Nuomi could give him was a little muddy sound from between his nasal cavities, which was very light and light, and had no meaning at all, making him feel that Nuomi hadn't heard what he was saying at all, let alone given him any response.

Even if it was just such a shallow hum, the voice of glutinous rice became lower and lower. Even the time for that response gradually became longer. Even later, when he asked, the glutinous rice stopped responding to him, as if he had fallen into a coma.

Xiao Jingyan watched as Glutinous Rice's face became more and more pale, and even the little residual red on his lips slowly fell, turning into a dull cyan, and he instantly became more anxious.

He didn't dare to reach out and shake the glutinous rice at all, but he was afraid that the glutinous rice was originally uncomfortable, and when he shook it, it would be even more uncomfortable.

The glutinous rice looks so weak, like a handful of fireworks that are gradually extinguishing, and people can't help but feel anxious when they look at it.

"Steward, steward. What's going on with the deputy head of the sect? ”

"Is the deputy head of the sect under a spell?"

"What's wrong with your body?"

The surrounding disciples, who had gathered to speak, also gathered around at this time, stretching out their heads to see the situation of glutinous rice. Among these disciples, many of them were miscellaneous servants who had been taught by Nuomi, and some had gone to see Lan Zhanzhou in front of the Nuomi room under various pretexts.

Although they are always a little bit big or small about glutinous rice on weekdays, they always feel that this deputy head coach is their own sister-in-law, very amiable, and young, and always feel that they should be a protected object. Now that I saw the glutinous rice falling, I naturally became anxious.

Xiao Jingyan raised his head suddenly, gritted his teeth, and waved his hand towards the crowd, "Go and find the master!" ”

He didn't speak to anyone in a headless way. But in that crowd, there were still several people running out at once, and they ran towards the back of the main hall, obviously to call Qin Guanglan.

At this time, Xiao Jingyan didn't have the heart to deal with the questions of those disciples outside. Lan Zhanzhou was originally a loner, and no one dared to ask him. Both of them squatted next to glutinous rice, but they also felt a wave of weakness.

They had no idea what was going on with the glutinous rice.

And when all the monks in this hall gathered around Nuomi, the heavy door of the hall was quietly opened. In the cracked gap, a red figure walked in slowly but surely.

At the top of this hall, the only one who saw this figure was probably only Lu Xianxian who was sitting far away.

Lu Xianxian looked at the door that opened and closed, and couldn't help frowning slightly, her eyes flickering faintly.