Hearing Qianxue Musu's shout, Yao Nancheng rushed to the door of the house with bottles and cans, and shouted, "Brother Night! I'm coming! ”

Yao Nancheng's face was delighted, and the worries between his thick eyebrows were piled up, and the cascading folds made his Yin Hall look a little black. Recently, he has researched a lot of new medicines, and when he heard that Night Eleven was back, he couldn't wait to share it with Night Eleven, and at the same time show off it, he never thought that such a bizarre change would happen later.

Yao Nancheng hugged the medicine and walked around Qianxue Musu to the bed of Night Eleven, and then a crackling sound came out.

"Brother! What's wrong with you! Yao Nancheng threw himself to the side of the bed, grabbed the edge of the bed with his big hands, his knuckles were white, and he was straining slightly, and the edge of the bed with good wood was about to be crushed by him.

The people who had been waiting outside the door for a few days were all shocked when they heard Yaonan City's low roar, and then they looked at each other, not knowing what had happened.

Yin Yeqing was the first to rush towards the house, and Qianxue Musu grabbed him.

Yin Yeqing saw that her haggard face was getting paler and paler, and her heart tightened for no reason, and asked in a low voice, "Young Master, ...... he?"

Qianxue Musu shook her head, and a few strands of scattered sideburns hung down blankly, reflected in those empty and cold eyes, very lonely. Her gaze was unwavering, as if she had lost her soul.

Yin Yeqing felt that he was being pinched hard in his heart, and he was out of breath with some pain.

Qianxue Musu's hand slowly put down, and the whole person slowly sat down against the door, as if she had no backbone.

Seeing the saint's godless face, everyone outside the door wondered what had happened? What happened to Yokoshi?

Qianzhengkan's heart was constantly beating, his blood was accelerating, even he couldn't help but worry at this time, Ye Eleven was related to the future of the entire sect, and now the Water Moon Sect was like the sky, and it was bound to surpass the surrounding sects and become a giant.

In front of her eyes was the scene of the gradual shattering of the night eleven, it looked like a stone statue was heated and cracked, and the cracks cracked and cracked and cracked her heart and soul.

The room was filled with the low roars and sobs of Yao Nancheng, he was telling all kinds of thoughts and plans, and even some ulterior secrets were told, as if he wanted to use this to hook his soul. In the past few months, Yao Nancheng and Ye Eleven have gotten along very happily, Yao Nancheng likes this person who has a unique view of medicine, and has long regarded him as his confidant and friend.

The previously broken medicine bottle in Yao Nancheng has the fragrance of medicine, and the snort of the light snow mousu moves slightly, which is a familiar taste!

A faint smile flashed in her mind.

There is the one who held the branch when he first met, the one who fed himself back to the blood fruit in the sect, the one who forced his own treasure medicine, the one who stared at him deeply, and the ...... A lot of him came to mind, and suddenly Qianxue Musu stood up!

She rushed to the side of Night Eleven's bed, hugged his clothes to the table, and pushed off the teapot and cups and other utensils on the table with one hand, while spreading the clothes on the table and fumbling around.

Her hands flickered, the corners of her pale lips curled abruptly, and she pulled a small ring from the cloth pocket on the inside of her blouse.

As the true qi entered, the small ring shone brightly, and there were many more bottles and jars on the table.

Qianxue Musu shouted: "Medicine Master! Come and find out which one is the Soul Renewal Pill! ”

Yao Nancheng was startled, rushed to the table, grabbed a few bottles with his big hands, carefully uncorked them, and sniffed them to his nose.

The same is true for light snow musu, after all, these medicine bottles only have the name of the common medicine pill, and the other medicine bottles do not know what they are.

Seeing this, Yin Yeqing also joined in, grabbed the medicine bottle and sniffed it, if it weren't for "It's a medicine with three points of poison", he would probably have taken all the medicine bottles in his hand and poured them into Ye Eleven.

A few people weren't surprised that there were so many medicine bottles in Night Eleven, and at this time they were only discerning the medicinal taste of the Soul Rejuvenation Pill.

All of a sudden, the house was filled with the fragrance of medicine, and the house was like a huge medicine box.

Outside the door, Qianzhengkan's nose moved, and his heart beat violently, inferring from these medicinal fragrances that there are at least dozens of medicines, although Qianzhengkan is not an alchemist, but his knowledge of medicine is definitely one of the few people who are knowledgeable here.

As time passed, Ye Eleven suddenly coughed, and his low and hoarse voice was like a helpless sigh of death, and Qianxue Musu was crying while searching, and the medicinal fragrance that filled the room undoubtedly increased the difficulty of identification.

Yao Nancheng looked through the medicine bottles that the two of them had seen one by one, and when he picked up the last bottle of medicine, Qianxue Mu Suxin mentioned it in his throat, and even the sound of crying and sobbing was blocked in his throat.

Yao Nancheng poured the medicine in his hand and sniffed it carefully, and then his face turned pale, and Qianxue Musu realized the worst result, but she still stared at Yao Nancheng tightly, and shook away the excess medicinal fragrance with her true qi, so that Yao Nancheng could distinguish it more accurately.

Yao Nancheng looked at Qianxue Musu with a dull gaze, and there was an indescribable sadness rolling in his eyes. Yuan Eleven definitely didn't expect that such a rough and arrogant man would be sad for him, this is his confidant who was fooled, and he was crying for him at this time.

Yao Nancheng finally shook his head, and when he was about to speak, Qianxue Musu suddenly grabbed a handful of medicine bottles and rushed to the side of the bed.

Yin Yeqing shouted: "Senior sister! Those are medicines! It's not crisp meatballs! ”

Qianxue Musu woke up in an instant, and the medicine bottle in her hand fell on the bed, making a clattering sound.

Asashi Musu's body lost the last of its support, and she collapsed to her knees weakly.

Bang!

Tiny streams of blood spilled from under her knees, and they slowly trickled to the edge of the couch, the liquid getting thicker and thicker, and the blood at the very edge finally broke through the tension membrane, and they squeezed out the edge of the couch and slammed it on the ground.

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

There was dead silence in the room, except for the faint popping.

Qianzhengkan could hear the sound of bottles and cans in the room, and he was distressed, and many medicine bottles were lost without thinking about it. But after he heard Yin Yeqing's shouting, he pondered until now.

Qian Zhengkan rolled his eyes and shouted into the room: "Susu, Yegongzi has taken medicine, are you better?"

There was no response from the house.

Qianzhengkan's face was slightly gloomy, this girl had a bad attitude towards herself after she had night eleven. However, when he thought that the rise of the Water Moon Sect still had to depend on Ye Eleven's mood, he couldn't help but secretly comfort himself: "Hey, I lost the general and lost the army, and I don't care about having an extra niece, I just want to have a daughter......"

Then a disciple rushed in, walked lightly to the side of the shallow sect master, and after a whisper, presented a small box the size of a palm with both hands.

Asa Zhengkan took the box, thought about it, and couldn't help but shout: "Night Boy!" I don't know if you're better, but now I have something to tell you. ”

"A few days ago, do you remember that you begged for rain for Guilin and saved hundreds of thousands of refugees from drought, and the lord of Guilin heard that you like to refine medicine, so he sent someone to collect some medicinal materials and some elixir formulas."

"Among them, there is a recipe for a rare elixir called: Soul Rejuvenation Pill."

"Now that it's here, please ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure flashed in front of him, grabbed the square box he was holding in both hands and flashed into the house.

Shallow Zhengkan stared blankly at the wind-like figure, a little confused, what's going on? He, a second-order person in the Jindan stage, didn't see clearly who took the box.