"Xiumi, what do you think about the escape of the Northern Tang Dynasty. After Shuhiko left, Shura continued.

"It's a pity. "Shumido.

"It's a pity?"

"People who are about to die, it's useless. Otherwise, you can really take advantage of it, like that person. Xiumi smiled.

"Can't you catch it back?" Shura listened with some emotion.

"It's useless to chase them back, the two of them are not the same kind of people. ”

Shura heard a sneer, "What's the difference, it looks like a hard bone, and in the end, it's not all afraid of death and pain." That's it, don't chase it. ”

At this time, at the other end of the Liao Land, Linglong flew out as soon as possible with Bei Ming and Mo Duoli. It wasn't until the middle of the night that they finally broke out of the corrosive ground. Suddenly, fresh air came to your face. Modolly took a few desperate puffs. However, Beiming's breathing became weaker and weaker.

"Linglong, let us down. Beiming said softly.

"It's okay, I'll fly with you for a while. "Linglong Road.

But after a while, I heard Beiming say loudly: "Linglong, let me go down!"

Linglong didn't know what was going on, so he caught up with the snap and did what Beiming said. At the moment when Beiming landed, a mouthful of black blood spurted out of Beiming's mouth, and an unbearable ** sounded from Beiming's tough body.

Bei Ming was so painful that he couldn't speak, and the poisonous blood in his body spread all the way to the outer layer of his skin. Starting from his abdomen, Bei Ming's body was covered with countless blue-black bursting blood vessels, and at this time, he had no way to suppress it. In Liaodi, he forcibly used the two spiritual techniques of "Nagato" and "Illusion", so that his only remaining spiritual power was exhausted.

The blue-black veins rushed to Beiming's neck, and his throat was about to be poisoned, and the color of his pupils was jet black. Beiming's hands were already deeply embedded in the cold, hard earth. At this moment, a petal letter card fell out of Beiming's pocket.

He grabbed this petal with his remaining will, and it read, "Beiming, where are you, why haven't I received your message for many days, is it convenient to respond to me?" Beiming knelt on the ground, supporting the ground with his elbows, looking at the words that Sanskrit Yin had sent him, it had been densely packed many times, and these days in Liaodi, their messages were blocked. "How can this be?" Bei Ming flashed back in his mind, and then clenched the petals, and he couldn't get out at the moment.

"Sanskrit. Beiming's lips opened slightly, and there was no sound, just opening and closing.

With just this one forceful action, Bei Ming immediately spat out black blood, continuously, and he couldn't see the way out.

"North Styx!" Modory screamed, having long forgotten to perform the hiding spell again.

At this moment, suddenly a slender arm stretched out in front of Bei Ming, and the arm pressed on Bei Ming's lips, and a trace of fragrant and warm blood slowly flowed out from that slender arm. Part of it flowed into Beiming's mouth, and part of it flowed down the slender arm to the elbow and dripped to the ground.

Bei Ming's original dying appearance miraculously stopped when he drank this blood, and as the warm blood slowly continued to flow into Bei Ming's mouth, his throat was no longer so burning, slid through the coolness, his pupils were no longer pitch black, and his breathing slowed down for a long time. I only heard a gentle voice whispering, "Drink it quickly! Drink my blood!"

Bei Ming instinctively took an extra breath of blood sent from his wrist, and a soft groan sounded in Bei Ming's ears, and he seemed to hear something. Beiming's restraint was beyond ordinary people, he stopped the movements of his mouth, looked at the other side with half-clear eyes, and whispered, "Who are you?"

"I ...... I ......" The person on the other side spoke softly, but did not dare to speak. When Beiming looked at her strongly, her face was already burning red, and she didn't dare to look at Beiming, but she couldn't leave his gaze, she was a delicate girl with soft hair and hanging her waist.

After Bei Ming asked this sentence, he closed his eyes and fainted. The moment he fell to the ground, the girl hugged his head and let him land gently on her lap in a white gauze dress.

I don't know how long it took, Beiming's consciousness began to slowly recover, and the severely painful body became no longer so difficult at this time. He struggled to turn his wrists, his fingers slightly extended, and his eyes didn't seem to work. At this time, a soft voice reached Beiming's ears: "Are you awake?"

After Bei Ming heard the voice, he opened his eyes vigorously, and the rotation of his mind made him feel pain again, and he snorted.

"Ah, it's me who is bad, it's me who shouldn't wake you up, you slow down, slow down! The girl's anxious voice reached Beiming's ears again.

Bei Ming frowned in pain, but still turned his head and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Hu Qingqing. The girl's eyes were as clear as soft water, and she looked at Beiming stupidly.

"We know each other?" said Bei Ming.

"I don't know. The girl replied, her eyes still staring at him, not wanting to leave.

Beiming staggered the girl's gaze and swept around. A small thatched hut, clean and tidy, should be almost noon, and the light shining in from the window is warm and bright. The girl in front of her was dressed in a simple and clean dress, wearing a plain white fabric long skirt that just exposed her ankles. It's just that she was dressed too thin in this harsh winter, and not only that, the girl didn't wear shoes, but a pair of white and small feet, and stepped on the ground barefoot.

Beiming was clueless for a while, so he heard a jubilant and surprised voice outside the house rushing in: "Beiming, you're awake! Beiming, you're awake!" A small silver shadow rushed to Beiming, jumping up and down in the air, jumping and saying: "Beiming, you're awake! Beiming, you're awake!"

"I woke up. Beiming smiled and saw Linglong, and his heart was also moved.

"This girl is really amazing, she said she could save you, and she really saved you!" Ling Long happily pointed at Hu lightly with the tip of one wing.

"You saved me that day?" Beiming was still trying to recall the situation at that time, because the poisoning was deep, and the situation at that time was already vague.

The girl lowered her head slightly, but did not reply to him, even if she was thanked, she looked very shy.

"She saved you! She saved you! Isn't this still saved!

"What?" Beiming didn't understand.

"Then that, people have been saving you, and you haven't let go, you have to thank them well, it's been three days and three nights. As he spoke, Linglong pointed at Bei Ming's hand with the tip of his wings. "It's amazing to keep taking your pulse, I've never seen this kind of medicine before. With that, Linglong himself was amused.

Beiming looked down at his hand, the girl kept holding his hand, and then he felt that the girl's palm was very hot, covering his entire palm to his arm. Beiming looked up at the girl, and just wanted to speak, the girl stood up and walked quickly to the door, stopped halfway through, and said halfway: "I'll go show you the decoction, your friend is still there, I'll go tell her you're awake." ”

"She's your friend, Beiming?" asked Linglong as he floated leisurely in the air.

"No, I don't know her. ”