Yu Wenyue, who walked out of the cave, looked up at the night sky, I don't know if it was an illusion, I saw a faint star around the moon before, and now it became extremely bright, as if she was now back to his side, within reach, although he was seriously injured, as long as he was there, even the Lord of Yama would not want to take it away. Retracting his thoughts, he walked towards the pharmacy of the old man Aomine.

In the manor pharmacy, the old man Qingfeng was holding a bamboo sieve with medicine, and when he saw Yu Wenyue walking in, he motioned for him to wait on the side. Looking at the busy old man, Yu Wenyue nodded knowingly, walked to the desk, and saw a bamboo slip on the desk, so he approached and picked it up.

The bamboo slips recorded the information of 'burning the heart', this poison is mainly the venom extracted from a grass called the Swallowing Orchid, which only grows in the swampy land where the poisonous miasma is confused, and is a thing of yin and evil, and it is also necessary for cultivating blood clotting cups. Solution: Qilin grass or Yan Xu grass, the blood of people with extreme yang internal force and other hundreds of herbs, blood can be solved.

Looking at the bamboo slips, Yu Wenyue understood the intention of the master to call him, only he was the one who best met the requirements of the solution at present. After the old man finished dispensing the medicine, he called Mu Tong in, taught him the prepared medicine and the method of placing it, and asked him to decoct the medicine quickly.

"Zhu Jian, this method requires taking blood for medicine, and your blood can be said to meet all the conditions." The old man said in a deep voice.

"I can do anything to save her." Yu Wenyue said without hesitation.

"Idiot," the old man smiled and shook his head.

"Master, you once said: Everyone has reverse scales, before I met her, I didn't understand, now she is my reverse scales, and if you touch it, you will be injured." Yu Wenyue said with a solemn face.

"Are you ready, let's get started." The old man of Qingfeng used his hand at Yu Wenyue to transport his internal force, and after a while, Yu Wenyue felt that the heating in the dantian was gradually rising, and he hurriedly sat down and exercised. At the time of a cup of tea, the complexion on Yu Wenyue's face was obviously more ruddy than before, and her eyes were radiant, giving people a new feeling.

The old man turned to the desk, opened a glass box, took a knife from it, shook it back and forth on the candle flame for a while, pointed to the wooden chair in front of him, and said, "Sit there, there is a small bowl on the table next to it." ”

Yu Wenyue walked over, sat down with her clothes brushed off, put her left arm on the arm of the chair, and straightened her sleeves to facilitate the knife. The old man walked over with a knife, found a seat two inches on his wrist, and gently cut the knife with the knife, the knife edge was sharp, and there was no obvious pain, and he saw that the blood flowed out quickly from the knife, Yu Wenyue hurriedly picked up the small bowl on the table to catch the bleeding, and watched the blood in the bowl more and more, and after more than half of the time, the old man took out a square cloth from his sleeve, pressed it on the wound, took the blood bowl, and walked directly towards the hut of refining medicine.

Time flew by, and the early morning sun shone into the hut. Yu Wenyue, who was asleep while waiting, slowly opened her eyes, slowly got up and moved her somewhat stiff body. At this time, the old man Qingfeng walked out of the pharmacy with a food box, and Yu Wenyue hurriedly stepped forward to catch it, bowed and saluted, and walked out of the door in the direction of the ice room.

The low temperature continued in the cave, Yu Wenyue came to the ice bed with the food box, looked at Chu Qiao, who was still sleepy, put the food box aside, opened it first, and sure enough, there was only a medicine bowl quietly inside, and nothing else, the corners of his mouth hooked, turned his head to look at Chu Qiao, his ears were inexplicably hot, as if he was about to be cooked, he reached out and took out the medicine that was still steaming, covered the food box, put it on it, and then gently hugged Chu Qiao into his arms.

He lowered his head and looked at Chu Qiao in his arms affectionately, and then looked at the medicine bowl next to him, his cheeks were redder than before, he chuckled, took a sip of the medicine bowl, and then fed it to Chu Qiao, the contact between lips and lips was so soft, when the warmth was cold, and the fire was cold, this was an intimate encounter between ice and fire. A mouthful of medicine has been fed for a century, and I am reluctant to let go. Just fed it one bite at a time, and when the last bite was fed and left, Yu Wenyue unconsciously pursed her lips, as if there was something delicious on her lips that had not yet dissipated, which was evocative.