Su Muyan took the medicine bowl and withdrew. Helian Hongye adapted to the impact of the medicine, and the force under this medicine was a little fierce. The pores of the whole body are opened, and it is very comfortable. You can see that the body is steaming hot, and the meridians are being washed over and over again, which is the medicine that Su Muyan specially configured for him to nourish the meridians.

After drinking it for a while, I vaguely felt that the scar on my right hand that had not moved for a long time was actually a little hot. His body instantly stiffened, and then he held his right hand in front of his eyes, and his thoughts were full of thoughts, as if he felt that Long Qin was calling him.

After taking care of it, he closed the doors and windows, climbed into bed and lowered the curtains, and the lights in the room were lit everywhere, and they were very bright. On the bed, the thumb is getting hotter and hotter but not hurting, and the whole body seems to be in a state of wonder and fantasy, as if driving the clouds. Rays of crimson light peeked through the scars on his fingers and circled in front of him. Someone seemed to be touching his body in that fog, again and again, with lingering compassion, with lingering affection, with strong love.

The fragile heart collapsed in an instant, and the long river of sour nose flowed out of the eyes. An invisible hand rubbed against his face, trying to wipe away his bitter thoughts. Helian Hongye cried like a child, the fog revolving around him anxiously, and the soft cotton mist drifted across his face. He tried to hold it tightly in his arms, and threw himself into the air again and again.

The suppressed voice was low and hoarse, "Mingming, I knew you were back, you came back~"

The mist seemed to be so happy that it fluttered on the bed as if dancing. The circle slowly took on the shape of a person, the appearance of the person he was haunted by, Fu Qingming, who was barely condensed into a human form, and his tearful and blurry hands wanted to hold his face, but it was too short, and before he could touch the figure, it dissipated instantly.

Before Helian Hongye could react, everything was gone. There is still a lot of offended warmth and affection in his eyes. In a trance, the tears fell down in large numbers, as if no one was crying, but in a man, this extremely affectionate love was vividly expressed. After that, it was rejoicing, it turned out that his Ming Ming had been with him all the time, and he had always been by his side. But that's not what he wants, he wants her whole person. The belief in his heart that he desperately wanted to enter the land of the witch doctor was even stronger, Han Bingluo was dead, and the only thing he could talk about was Yunmo.

Since they should be able to talk about what they need, he held his right hand tightly in his left hand and placed it on his chest, and he slept very soundly that night. It seems that his Ming is by his side all the time......

It's just that on the other side, there is a scene of gloomy clouds, and Yunmo slumps to the ground in embarrassment. There was still blood flowing from his wrists, his face was pale, and he was gasping for breath, he was really tired. But the patriarch was not satisfied, and lost his temper, "Damn, damn!" Why is it at this time that we healers really want to be destroyed at the hands of my people? Ahh God, I just want to keep my people, can't I? The patriarch knelt down under the altar in sorrow.

The old tears were horizontal, his hands clinging to the altar, and his eyes were looking at the figure on it. "Lord Zenn, are you going to give up on us?"

Yunmo looked sadly at the clearly extinguished oil lamp and fell into deep thought, sat cross-legged and wrapped the scars on her wrists, could it really be that only Han Bingluo could wake her up, or could only the true dragon bloodline. Or can only the bloodline of the Holy Maiden awaken it, after all, her birth was brought by Su Wanruo. And Su Wanruo was cast by Feng Wu's blood, and his brain flew to think of all possibilities. This is the only one that qualifies.

"Patriarch,"

The patriarch looked even more sad, and turned his head, "It's useless, it's useless, our clan is ruined!" ”

"Patriarch," Yun Mo looked at him extremely calmly, even though he had lost a lot of blood now, he still maintained that lofty bearing. The patriarch regained his composure under his gaze, "Yunmo, do you have a way?" His eyes were earnest, and he couldn't wait to pick him up.

"Patriarch, do you remember how you woke up Lord Zeon in previous years?"

And those images come to mind, "What do you mean ......?"

"Yes, it's him, Han Bingluo's blood is the key."

"But now that he's like that, even blood is probably useless." The patriarch was extremely annoyed, and when he thought that there would be more people to save him, he still gave up on him. Now it's like this, how upset he is.

"Don't worry, patriarch, there is actually a way."

"Tell me, what's the other way?" Now he is really panicking, not for himself but because of the entire Doctor Witch Clan.

"Why did Lord Zeon come from, the bloodline of the Holy Maiden, that is, the bloodline of the Spirit Witch. We can't do anything, but there's still a ......."

"You mean Helian Hongye, King of Zeen? But isn't he also dead? Could it be that there are other people? ”

"No, didn't the patriarch forget that there is also a little baby, the sixteenth prince." The firmness of the eyes is terrifying, such a young child, even if he is bled out, I am afraid he will not be able to live.

The patriarch was stunned for a moment, then clenched his fists, "There is only one last chance, even if it is his honor." "Closed his eyes," Feng Wu is the only one in the vein, cherish it. This is our only chance, and we must be cruel when necessary for the sake of the whole clan. When I opened my eyes again, they were like clouds and ink, and they were firm eyes.

The medicine witch is rooted in Helian for a long time, even if the emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, even if Helian Batian gradually eradicates its vein from the court, but there are always one or two fish that are hidden deeply.

The witch doctor's action is still vigorous, but in just a few days, he has mastered the whereabouts of the sixteenth prince, in fact, it is precisely because Helian Batian has never taken this youngest son to heart. It's just thrown in the cold palace and left to fend for itself. This little good thing is also backbone, and he survived in the precarious palace without the protection of his mother and father. Living up to the foolishness of the past, Yunmo was shocked by his cold eyes when he saw him for the first time. These are not the eyes that a child should have, they are too sharp and too cold. The little one survived alone, and the little doll was clinging to the corner of the wall, trying to pull down a new green grass. When he saw someone coming, he was not afraid.

The villain let go of his hand, and it was already full of mud. Wiped clean on his body, the villain stood up and bowed to Yunmo. is not crying, not making trouble, and not afraid of life, "Hello sir, are you here to save me?" Crisply asked, the words were clear and not as rumored, and the loss of his mother became stupid. Very calm, very quiet, innocent eyes looked straight up at Yunmo.

At that moment, Yunmo had to admit that he was really shocked by the little doll in front of him. "You're not afraid I'll hurt you?"

The little doll looked at him stubbornly, "Mr. is here, but you want to save An An out?" It seems that he can't get the answer he wants, and he will keep stubbornly asking.

At that moment, Yunmo was dumbfounded and did not answer. The villain saw that he couldn't get the answer he wanted, and he was not disappointed. It's just very simple to squat down again, laboriously pulling the tender grass. One buttocks squatted on the ground and didn't cry, carefully took the grass that was finally pulled out in his little hand, wiped it clean on his body, put it in his mouth and chewed it a few times. It seems to be unpalatable, the villain frowned, but he still meticulously ate the tender grass.

After the villain finished everything, he realized that Yunmo hadn't left, stood up again, and gave Yunmo a big smile, but the face was sunken because of malnutrition, and it was not as cute as a child should be. "If you like it, sir. But everywhere you go, An An is going to rest. After the villain finished the salute, he pulled his clothes neatly and turned around, so small and so stubborn to death.

One small step at a time, towards the dilapidated room. Because he knew that his stomach would hurt again after a while, but if he didn't eat it, he would be hungry, and he would rather have a stomachache than starve to death. The desperate little back turned out to be a little huge and proud, and at this moment, Yunmo actually regretted the suggestion he made. He wanted to hide the villain and never let him appear in the panicked dynasty again. He wanted to take care of this distressing little doll, so he thought that he strode over and lifted the villain up from behind. The villain's puzzled little face did not have a trace of struggle, and said calmly, "Sir, let's put me down quickly, otherwise my stomach will hurt for a while, and something uncomfortable will run out, so don't smoke Mr." ”

Yunmo's heart suddenly leaked halfway, and he asked in a dumb voice, "That's how you came here on weekdays?" ”

There was a gut sound in the gurgling stomach, and the villain clutched his stomach in pain, "Sir, let me down, I can't hold it anymore." Kicking and kicking his calves, Yunmo obediently and carefully put him down, and the villain ran to the corner with his two calves, blocking his humble body with a small wooden board that could barely be covered, and a foul smell wafted over......

Yunmo took a few steps back and turned to give him space. After settling it, the villain walked over with steps, "Let Mr. laugh." "It's a little restrained, not like the coldness just now, but at this moment it's like a little doll.

Yunmo squatted down, and for the first time, he gave the villain in front of him a sincere gentleness. "Your name is An An?"

"Well," the villain wrinkled his nose and looked very uncomfortable, and asked insistently, "Is Mr. here to take An An away?" ”

Looking at the eyes full of longing, Yunmo nodded involuntarily, "It's just that you will suffer a lot if you follow me, are you willing?" ”

The villain thought for a moment, "Will the gentleman give me food?" ”

"Never starving you, but always suffering, would you?"