Xiaoqing is dressed in light red floral cotton clothes today, with pink soft shoes on her little feet, her face is pretty and her eyes are moving.

When she saw Xia Yan being carried back covered in blood, she didn't take a breath, her eyes were black, and she almost fainted. When Xia Yan was carried into the room, he suddenly woke up, and hurriedly stepped on a pair of golden lotuses and rushed into Xia Yan's room.

Soon after, an old bearded apothecary was seen arriving with various special tools, and even the patriarch and several elders followed the apothecary.

Xiaoqing only saw that Xia Yan's face was pale, and the blood stains on his chest had dyed the cyan clothes black. At that time, Xiaoqing's head was blank, and tears kept falling like broken strings.

She couldn't hear anything from the noisy noise around her, her mind was full of whether Young Master Xia Yan would die, who beat Young Master Xia Yan like this, that person must be a big villain......

"This son, good perseverance......" The pharmacist, holding five or six small bottles in his left hand, and a silver needle flashing with this cold light in his right hand.

"Oh?" Xia Feilong stood behind the pharmacist, and when he heard what the pharmacist said, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Hehe, this boy was so badly injured, but there was no pain on his face. I don't believe that such an injury really doesn't hurt, and with such endurance, I can't do it myself. The pharmacist's eyes flashed, nodded to Xia Yan and said with a smile.

Xia Feilong smiled, with a proud look on his face, "Xia Yan, but the most outstanding son of our Xia family. ”

Seeing the two talking like this, Xia Yan couldn't help but crack the corners of his mouth, "Patriarch, this senior, actually I'm in pain!"

Hearing Xia Yan say this, Xia Feilong, the pharmacist, and several elders all showed a smile in their eyes.

It wasn't until the pharmacist finished treating Xia Yan's wound, and then Xia Feilong asked Xiaoqing to take out a new set of clothes for Xia Yan to put on, that Xiaoqing regained his senses slightly, and his beautiful eyes were still flustered.

Xia Zixin, who was on the side, saw that Xiaoqing's soul was not guarding, so she shook her head lightly and helped Xiaoqing take out a set of white underwear from the purple wardrobe.

A moment later, in the room, the patriarch and the others had all left, leaving only Xia Zixin and Xiaoqing.

"Xiaoqing, you can help me. Xia Zixin beckoned to Xiaoqing.

Xiaoqing walked up to Xia Zixin, took the hem of the clothes in her hands, and watched Xia Zixin clumsily put the clothes on Xia Yan's body.

Xia Yan was conscious at this time, and after the pharmacist's treatment, Xia Yan's wound no longer bleed, and it was not very painful. However, at this time, it was still a little difficult for him to get up and cooperate with Xia Zixin to put on clothes. The chest is pierced by a long sword, which is not something that ordinary people can bear, as long as the chest moves slightly, there will be heart-rending pain.

"Miss Zixin, let's do it with me!" Xiao Qing's voice was low, and her face showed shame.

Xia Zixin's face had long been as red as an apple, and when she saw the strong muscles on Xia Yan's body, her heart beat uncontrollably.

Listening to Xiaoqing's mosquito-like voice behind her, Xia Zixin hurriedly stood up and looked at Xiaoqing.

"Well, this ...... I'm not familiar with this, Xiaoqing, I'll leave it to you. Xia Yan, you recuperate, I'll go back first, and I'll come to see you tomorrow. Xia Zixin's white hands didn't know where to put them at this time, and her eyes didn't dare to look at Xia Yan, and her eyes swept from the room indiscriminately.

Seeing that Xia Zixin seemed to be a little nervous, Xiao Qing couldn't help but feel a little strange, the pharmacists just said that Young Master Xia Yan's life was not in danger......

Xia Yan smiled and said, "Go ahead, Xiaoqing is here." ”

Xia Zixin said 'um', hurriedly ran out of the door, and closed the door with her hand.

Although Xia Yan's maid has been sitting for more than a month, Xiaoqing has never changed Xia Yan's clothes by herself, let alone changed her underwear.

The little hand trembled and touched Xia Yan's body, Xia Yan felt that the pair of small hands attached to his body were unusually cold, and then looked at Xiaoqing's little face, biting his lip, his face was so red that he was bewitching, and a pair of beautiful eyes were purring.

"Xiaoqing, you go out, I'll come by myself. Xia Yan said.

Xiao Qing's face turned pale, and he hurriedly sped up the movements of a pair of small hands, and hurriedly said nervously: "Then how can you do it?" Young Master Xia Yan, you are very injured now. Xiaoqing is your maid, let Xiaoqing serve you. ”

Xia Yan had no choice but to continue to lie still, in fact, Xiao Qing's cold hands kept touching his body, which was still very comfortable.

At night, Xia Yan was half lying on the side of the bed.

Even though he was seriously injured, Xia Yan's cultivation was still uninterrupted. In his mind, the Lingluo Mental Method was working, and Xia Yan was still condensing the "Heavenly Feather Divine Spear" at this moment.

At this time, the old man of the Holy Emperor appeared again. Xia Yan felt a sudden fluctuation of energy, so he stopped the operation of his mental method, opened his eyes, and saw that it was indeed the old man of the Holy Emperor who came out.

Xia Yan smiled lightly, and he knew that the old man of the Holy Emperor would definitely appear today. Sure enough, now the Holy Emperor Old Man appeared.

The old man of the Holy Emperor walked to the side of the bed and looked at Xia Yan who was lying on the bed smiling and groaning.

"Xia Yan, you are still laughing, today, you almost died, do you know?" The old man of the Holy Emperor looked at Xia Yan angrily with an angry tone.

That's right, today, Xia Yan and death just passed by, less than a centimeter apart.

"Aren't I not dead?" Xia Yan smiled like a scoundrel.

He knew that the Holy Emperor Old Man was completely angry because of his worries.

"Just because you didn't die this time doesn't mean you won't die next time. Xia Yan, you have to remember that in front of your opponent, you can never give up your vigilance. Even if you don't want to kill him right away, you can't give him your back, do you understand?" the Old Man of the Holy Emperor's voice became extremely solemn.

Xia Yan also looked dazed, and when he came back from the square, Xia Yan had actually been thinking. If it weren't for his carelessness today, he thought that Xi Qiushui would not attack him again, how could he be almost killed by a sudden sneak attack with his strength?

The old man of the Holy Emperor was right, this time he escaped his fate, but next time, it may not be.

"Well, I know, I'll remember it later. Xia Yan nodded.

Seeing Xia Yan like this, the old man of the Holy Emperor vented his anger a lot, and his face gradually returned to calm.

"You're running out of potions, aren't you?" the old man of the Holy Emperor's eyes flickered.

Xia Yan's heart moved, the twelve bottles of potion he had configured last time under the guidance of the old man of the Holy Emperor were still only one bottle left. This bottle was supposed to be used today, but now it seems that it will take at least a week to use this last bottle of potion.

"Yes, and a bottle. My spiritual power is much stronger now than before, hehe, "Tianyu Divine Spear", has also been condensed to more than 30%. When I finish completely refining the Heavenly Feather Divine Spear, the power of the Lingluo Sword will probably be even stronger than the average high-grade human-level secret book. "For his cultivation speed, Xia Yan is still quite satisfied.

Especially since using this potion, Xia Yan's mental power has become more and more tenacious, and Xia Yan himself can clearly feel this change. For example, if he was seriously injured today, if he didn't have tenacious mental strength, Xia Yan would probably really faint in pain. But today, Xia Yan has always kept a clear head.