As everyone knows, during the whole night, Lu Qinghe was paralyzed and unconscious in his lower body because of the toxin.

As soon as the morning dawned, Su Liyi used a weed pile to cover the Lu Qing River, which was still in a coma, tightly and impermeable, and then walked out of the broken temple, ran light work, and flew in one direction.

She was going to the doctor to heal her brother Qinghe.

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After Su Liyi left the broken temple, Lu Qinghe was suffocated.

"Well...... if he doesn't wake up, it is estimated that he will be suffocated to death.

Lu Qinghe woke up and was shocked to find that there was no one else, and he was shocked to find that his lower body was unconscious.

"I'm ...... Poison gas to the heart! Lu Qinghe was shocked and hurriedly tried to do it.

As a result, he could only force the toxin back to his right foot, and his power was slowly decreasing.

Lu Qinghe climbed out of the weeds, picked up a big thick wooden stick from the ground, stood up with difficulty against the wall, and limped towards the gate of the broken temple with the support of the wooden stick in his hand.

Lu Qinghe struggled to get out of the broken temple, and he didn't see Su Liyi's shadow, so he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

He thought, could it be that Su Liyi left himself behind and went back to Lingyue Villa?

As soon as this thought came out, Lu Qinghe immediately shook his head and self-denial: "No, Sister Liyi loves me so much, she will never leave me." Last night, I felt like she was always by my side, she would never leave me alone, she must have gone to find a doctor for me now, yes. ”

Thinking about it like this, my heart is really much more comfortable.

Lu Qinghe then sat down at the gate of the broken temple.

It was already dawn, and at this time, an old farmer passed by Lu Qinghe with a hoe on his back.

As soon as he walked over, the old farmer retreated with a hoe on his back, turned around and looked at Lu Qinghe with a strange look.

Looked at by the old farmer's scorching gaze, Lu Qinghe was really a little angry, and when he looked up, he shouted coldly at the old farmer: "What do you see, I haven't seen a handsome guy!" ”

The old farmer was so frightened by Lu Qinghe's roar that he shuddered, and the hoe fell off his shoulder, just hitting Lu Qinghe's swollen foot that couldn't be swollen anymore.

Lu Qinghe's foot was no longer conscious, and of course he didn't feel any pain when he hit it with such a hoe, but his face was ugly, and his anger rushed straight to his heart, just waiting for an attack.

The old farmer quickly reacted, quickly picked up his hoe and took two steps back.

After the old farmer picked up his hoe and put it on his shoulder again, he glanced at Lu Qinghe deeply, and then turned around and ran back with the hoe.

"Inexplicably, neurotic." Lu Qinghe said coldly in the direction of the back of the old farmer leaving, and didn't think much about it.

But after a while, Lu Qinghe just wanted to turn around and climb back into the broken temple, but when he looked up, he saw that the old farmer who had just left had come over with a group of villagers from the same village with sickles and bricks in their hands.

The old peasant was still carrying a hoe, pointing at the people brought to him by Lu Qinghe from a distance and shouting: "There! It's who he is, Wanted! He is now seriously injured, he didn't react to hoeing his feet, he doesn't have the power to resist now, let's hurry up and arrest him to the yamen! ”

While the old farmer was talking, the people he brought had already rushed over and surrounded Lu Qinghe.

Seeing this situation, Lu Qinghe wanted to hide and run, but he couldn't escape.

No matter how hard he struggled and cursed, he was still tied up by the old peasant and his party with hemp rope.