The wind passed by and the sun came to the two of them in an instant, spread their wings, and the two of them landed on her steadily, this luan fire and bright sun was the red luan! I saw Hongluan swooping down and aiming at the ground and flying, her eyes were like golden sun, shining brightly.

"The Lord will be there, and there are Chiru them!" Another dragon roar rose into the sky! Linglong was in shape, with silver wings flying, following Hongluan left and right, but at this time, Linglong was like a small thing beside Hongluan, not showing his mighty figure. Hongluan rushed and brushed, and there were a large number of wounded soldiers on Jingyue Lake.

The next moment, Hongluan appeared in the center of the Dachang of the Ministry of Military Affairs of Lingdu with the Northern Shadow Sanskrit! Not only that, but she also carried many wounded soldiers such as the main general. No one in the military and political department cared about this unprecedented miracle, and everyone rushed out to help the wounded soldiers.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Hakuami shouted, commanding all the Souls in the Body. "All of them go inside!"

"Hurry up and go to the Lingshu Division and ask General Secretary Chen Jiuren to come over!" Beitang Muxi rushed out of the Military and Political Department and ordered.

"Xiaoyin! Xiaoyin!" Bei Tang Xiaofeng ran out like crazy. Sanskrit, Beiming, and the Lord will all be in front of her. However, she is now out of whack. Fanyin's spiritual mourning almost disappeared, the northern wolf poison invaded the whole body, and the main general was also unconscious.

"Qingshan!Qingshan!Xiaoyin is here!Bring it in!" Bei Tang Xiaofeng cried. Midsummer and Tiankuo set up the Northern Darkness and Sanskrit Sound beside her. Tiankuo saw such a tragic situation, and his head was already about to burst. However, Beiming held Sanskrit in his arms, and no one could open it or take it away.

"Beiming!Beiming!You're back with Xiaoyin!You're bringing Xiaoyin back!You're bringing Xiaoyin back!You let go of her and let Qingshan heal her!" Beitang Xiaofeng shouted beside Beiming, crying and tugging on his son's arm, he was already covered in bruises and bloody. However, Beiming's arm did not move at all, as if embedded in Sanskrit's body.

"Son, you're back!Let go!Go and get treated!"

"Bring it in together!Bring it in together!" Ya Qingshan said sharply. When he saw that Fanyin's life was on the verge of death, Ya Qingshan put aside all distractions and made a desperate bet, only when Fanyin was the injured person he had to save, and there was no weakness and family affection. "Yaya, bring your cordata grass! Quick! Immediately call Hu Qingqing over! Whoever else, go and call Mo Duoli at once! Quick! Beiming is not going to work!" Ya Qingshan commanded.

Yaya followed behind her father, listening to his instructions, she glanced at Fanyin, turned around and ran towards the military and political department. She doesn't have time to fear, she doesn't have time to cry, and if she doesn't wake up and be strong, her friends will be leaving one by one!

While Fanyin was being carried, Ya Qingshan poured several bowls of soup and medicine into her. He looked at Sanskrit's almost broken palm, and his heart was like a knife. However, Beiming protected her palm in her heart, and no one could touch it.

Hongluan has completed her feathering at this time, and she can't change her previous appearance, she wants to follow Fanyin to rush into the military department, but she is huge, and rushing in can only add chaos. Hongluan was anxiously covered in firelight, shining in the middle of the mountain, and hot tears kept falling, burning fire pits on the ground.

"Little fat bird, don't cry yet! Can you still travel through time and space! That corpse just said that the North Hells need Mo Dori! But Mo Doli is still in Liaodi!" Ling Long said loudly from the side. Hongluan looked at him, his eyes flashed, and the two spirit beasts disappeared in place.

When he was young, Hongluan brought back a large number of wounded soldiers from Liao. At this time, she was also exhausted, her claws were weak, and she fell to the ground with a clatter. Linglong grabbed her neck and shouted, "Do me a favor, lift Hongluan aside!

"Where is Fanyin!Where is my sister!" Leng Yi said loudly. Nan Fuyao helped him to rush to the ministry quickly, Leng Yi's legs bent, and he almost fell to his knees. The Heavenly Spiritual Technique of the Water Waters also caused a huge drain on him.

"Leng Yi!" Nan Fuyao said urgently.

"My sister, my sister!" Leng Yi propped himself up and walked inside.

"Captain!" The soldiers of the first column of the second division rushed over and helped Leng Yi together. "The minister is inside! The subordinates will take you there!"

"Go and get Hu Qingqing's blood! Go get Hu Qingqing's blood! Give it to Beiming to drink!" Ya Qingshan shouted.

"Dad, here, here!" Yaya held in her hand a bowl of thick plasma, which had just been cut from Hu's wrist. Hu lightly covered his arms, followed Yaya with bare feet, and hurriedly said, "Where is the North Hell, where is the North Hell?"

Ya Qingshan pried open Beiming's mouth and poured his brain into it.

"Not enough, not enough! Take three more wrists! Hurry up!"

Yaya had never seen her father so anxious, and she knew in her heart that Beiming's life would not be saved......

"Where's Sanskrit!" A shrill voice burst through the door of the infirmary. Leng Yi also rushed over. "Where's my sister!

"Here, here!" Xiaofeng shouted.

When Leng Yi saw that Fanyin was almost completely dead, he knelt down beside her bed, hugged her, and cried bitterly, "Fanyin! Fanyin! Don't scare your brother! Don't scare your brother!" Nan Fuyao wanted to hold him, but his mind was about to be ruined, and his body was very heavy, and even she was taken down by Leng Yi.

"Give the cordata to Xiaoyin to eat!!" Ya Qingshan shouted.

Yaya was already in tears, her hands trembled, and she said in fear: "I can't open her mouth! Dad! I can't open Xiaoyin's mouth!"

At this time, Sanskrit Yin still buried his head deep in the chest of Beiming, and the two of them were completely unconscious, but they were interlocked with each other, and it was difficult to separate.

"Son!Son!Let Xiaoyin go!Let Xiaoyin go!You brought him back!She needs treatment!Son!" Xiaofeng pulled Beiming's arm hard, and suddenly she felt Beiming tremble, Xiaofeng looked at Beiming's face, and the hideous black and blue blood lines crawled all over his scarred face, Xiaofeng cried bitterly, "Let her go...... Son!"

Beiming's hand slowly loosened. Xiaofeng only felt that this was to separate the two of him from life and death, and suddenly felt a pain in his heart, and he hid his face. Fanyin's head turned around, and Leng Yi stepped forward and pinched her mouth, reluctant to exert herself, but also ruthless. Sanskrit swallowed the cordata. The spiritual power of that thing swam between her, and soon, the veins above and below Fanyin Zhou's body emitted a bright blue halo. After not waiting for long, I saw that the cordata grass seemed to sense the weakest place in the depths of the human body, and the blue halo suddenly converged on her chest.

"Knock knock!" Sanskrit's heartbeat returned.

"Dad!Xiaoyin!Xiaoyin!It seems to be fine!" Yaya said excitedly!

"Take Xiaoyin away first. Take the blood lightly from Hu. Ya Qingshan said coldly, as if the Sanskrit Yin in front of him was no longer his most cherished daughter, and he ignored her injury for the first time.

"What?" Yaya was stunned.

"Hurry up and get Hu's blood!" Ya Qingshan suddenly said sharply, startling the people around him. However, his eyes did not turn to look at Fanyin, and at the moment when Beiming brought her back, Ya Qingshan understood that if Beiming died, Fanyin would not survive!