In the room, after Hua Chengcheng sent An Ruyue away, he walked back to the table and picked up the porcelain bowl containing the decoction. Taking a closer look at the blood-red soup, the painting Allure felt a little uncomfortable. Because this soup is like blood in both color and texture, which makes her involuntarily think of the kiss she had with Cang Wunian, there must be a lot of his blood in her body at this moment.

Frowning and sighing, Hua Chengcheng still came to the bed with a porcelain bowl.

The man on the bed still had his eyes closed, and if it weren't for his unusual paleness, he would have looked no different from being asleep. No matter what time this man was, he was so handsome that he couldn't take his eyes off it, and she stared at him quietly like this, and couldn't help but feel a little stupid.

It took her a moment to remember that she had come to feed him medicine. Scooped up a spoonful of decoction, blew it gently, and sent it to Cang Wunian's mouth.

But Cang Wunian, who was in a deep coma, couldn't perceive everything around him at all, and the blood-red soup couldn't pour into his mouth, so it flowed down the corner of his lips, looking like he vomited blood.

This scene accidentally stung Hua Chengcheng's eyes, and tears flowed out without warning, and she hurriedly found a handkerchief to wipe away the blood-red soup for him a little unexpectedly. His heart couldn't help but burn, he couldn't drink this medicine, how should this be good.

Remembering what Qing Ci said, feed him the medicine while it is hot, and maybe he will wake up early tomorrow morning. Hua Chengcheng gritted her teeth and made a decision that made her a little embarrassed: she was going to put the medicine into his mouth mouth-to-mouth.

Anyway, the two have had two such intimate contacts, and it doesn't hurt to have one more. So she took the porcelain bowl directly and put the blood-red decoction in her mouth.

At the entrance of the decoction, the tears of the painting fell out uncontrollably again—what the hell is this? She studied medicine with her aunt since she was a child, and she is familiar with all kinds of common and uncommon herbs, what are the medicinal properties and tastes. But the taste of the decoction in her hand had never been tasted before, and she didn't even taste a trace of the medicinal herbs she was familiar with.

Extremely sour, bitter, and astringent, with a bit of saltiness and a very heavy fishy smell. Can this kind of thing really be called medicine?

Resisting the urge to vomit out the medicine, Hua Chengcheng slowly put his lips to Cang Wunian's lips, carefully letting the medicinal soup in his mouth flow into Cang Wunian's mouth little by little.

I don't know if it was Cang Wunian's subconscious action, although he was in a coma, but the painting Allure didn't take much effort to open his teeth, and the decoction that crossed into his mouth was also slowly swallowed by him.

This first mouthful of soup was fed more smoothly than Hua Chengcheng imagined, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in her heart, she was still worried that if he couldn't drink it, and it all flowed out like when she fed him with a spoon before, then she really didn't know what to do.

But after feeding the small half bowl, the painting Allure noticed that something was wrong. At first, she simply felt that the taste of the decoction was too difficult to swallow, but when her tongue gradually got used to the extremely sour and bitter taste, she found that the fishy smell in the decoction did not seem to be an ordinary fishy smell, and the fishy smell was really a bit like the taste of blood.

And I don't know if it's because she has such thoughts, she feels that her brain is starting to become a little dizzy, and she wants to be sick to her stomach.

Looking at the remaining half bowl of blood-red soup in his hand, Hua Chengcheng gritted his teeth and sped up the speed of feeding the medicine.

The soup in the bowl slowly bottomed out, but Hua Allure's brain was getting more and more groggy, and the feeling of nausea was still invading her, but she didn't even have the strength to vomit.

I don't know if Cang Wunian drank the last sip of medicine, she was already groggy and fell into his arms, and her eyes were black and unconscious.

As dawn broke, Cang Wunian woke up in a sharp pain coming from his body. Suddenly he opened his eyes, and he saw the not-so-bright light shining into the room through the window.

How was the painting of Allure? Did he pass out before? What time was it now? Is it early morning or late in the evening?

A series of questions quickly filled Cang Wunian's mind, and he subconsciously wanted to get up, but found that he was lying on his stomach.

"Painting, painting, how are you?" Cang Wunian suddenly remembered the dying appearance of painting Allure before he lost consciousness, and his heart suddenly tensed.

The person in his arms did not react, and Cang Wunian's heart sank little by little. He reached out with difficulty and trembling, trying to probe her snort.

But at this moment, the painting moved a little, and the little face rubbed lightly on his chest.

"Painting?" Cang Wunian's hand froze in the air, and he quickly struggled to get up, picked up the painting, and looked at it carefully.

The blue and black under her eyes disappeared, and the light was a little dim and she couldn't see what her complexion was, and her lips no longer seemed to be purple-black, but ...... Why is there blood on her lips?

"Painting, painting, wake up, wake up!" Cang Wunian gently held her face and called out a little anxiously.

Feeling that someone was calling herself, Hua Chengcheng finally opened her eyes in a daze, but her mind was still a little foggy, and she muttered vaguely: "People's heads are very dizzy, so they can't let me sleep for a while!"

Cang Wunian was stunned, she just said dizziness, not cold, so it seemed that the Gu poison in her body was temporarily suppressed? Thinking of this, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and finally it was in vain that he forced his mana to rush over to save her.

But soon he found that something was wrong, the soul in his body did make him feel a lot of pain, but this pain was not the same as the pain of the soul being hit hard, as if the soul in his body was growing rapidly, active, and suddenly full of life, a kind of expanding pain.

"Brother Wunian, when will you wake up? The man in his arms let out another dreamy murmur.

"Silly girl, haven't I woken up already?" Cang Wunian stroked her face with some amusement and whispered.

"Oh, it's good to wake up, that medicine is so bad, if you don't wake up again, I'm afraid I'll have to feed you by mouth again...... Hmm, that smell, the painting still wants to vomit. Hua Chengcheng rolled over and muttered with his eyes half-open and half-closed.

Feeding the medicine? Or using his mouth? Cang Wunian was suddenly a little speechless, he was so unconscious that he couldn't remember anything, and he didn't even know that he had fed him medicine mouth-to-mouth.

"Hua'er, why is there blood on the corner of your mouth?" Cang Wunian held her face and looked at it carefully for a long time, still feeling very puzzled.

Painting Allure smashed his mouth: "It's not blood, it's the medicine, it's red and glamorous, it looks like blood." ”

Cang Wunian breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully laid her flat on the bed, since she was dizzy, let her rest a little more. He sat cross-legged, trying to breathe the soul that had just begun to regain its vitality.

Time passed little by little, and the sky was already bright. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Cang Wunian sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, and a faint purple light was lingering around him.

"Brother Wunian, are you awake?" Hua Chengcheng suddenly came to his senses, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

Hearing her call him, Cang Wunian, who was closing her eyes and breathing, slowly opened her eyes, and turned her head to see her burning eyes.

"Well, wake up. I...... How long have you been unconscious?" asked Cang Wunian softly.

As soon as he heard this, the little mouth of the painting Allure couldn't help but pout, a little aggrieved and complaining: "What do you still say, you have been in a coma for a day." You know that your soul has been badly damaged, so why do you still use mana? ”

"This ......" Cang Wunian was a little embarrassed, remembering how she looked like she was almost frozen and shrouded in a thin layer of ice, Cang Wunian knew that if it happened again, he would still do it. It's just that...... How could this be told to her?

"I don't need this, that, I know everything. It's because I've been poisoned by Gu in my body, and you're afraid that something will happen to me, so that's why you rushed over, right?" Hua Chengcheng sat up and looked at him calmly.

"You know everything?" asked Cang Wunian in a deep voice with a frown.

"Hmm. Hua Allure nodded solemnly, "Sister Ruyue also said that this Gu can only be solved by Brother Wunian." ”

Hearing this, Cang Wunian's face instantly froze, and he was secretly annoyed that An Ruyue actually told Hua Allure about this.

Seeing that his complexion changed suddenly, Hua Chengcheng couldn't help but worry: "Brother Wunian, are you feeling unwell again?" I'll go to Qingci Gongzi to get some medicine." With that, Hua Chengcheng was anxious to get out of bed.

Cang Wunian grabbed her hand, frowned and asked, "You say, Qing Ci?"

Hua Chengcheng was stunned: "Yes, isn't he your most powerful subordinate in the Thousand Machines Pavilion?"

"Why did he come here?" Cang Wunian's face sank a little.

"I heard that Sister Ruyue brought him here, oh, no, it should be said that he brought Sister Ruyue here. Sister Ruyue's mana was not enough to cross thousands of miles in a short period of time, so she asked Qingci Gongzi to bring her with her. Is there any problem?" said Hua Chengcheng in detail with a wink.

"What's the matter with the medicine you're talking about?" Cang Wunian's face sank a little more.

"Your situation was very bad yesterday, and even your aunt and Luo Fan's seniors were helpless. Qingci Gongzi said that he wanted to go back to Qianji Pavilion to check some classics, and when he came back in the evening, he brought a bottle of herbs. He handed the herbs to Sister Ruyue, saying that after boiling them into a medicinal soup, let you take them, and you will wake up early this morning. Now it seems that this medicine is really good, and you woke up early this morning. The painting Allure said with joy.

"Is that decoction really the color of blood?" asked Cang Wunian again.

"That's right. Painting Allure nodded subconsciously, and then said, "Huh": "Eh, how does Brother Wunian know that the decoction is blood-red?"