Wu Lianzhi wanted to say something more...

Zhong Qingrou stood up and patted him on the shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to say anything more.

She was born in Huowu, the people of Huowu, all of them have a resolute temperament, a personality as sincere as fire, scorching, and a refreshing style, she is a fierce woman, and her heart is contrary to her pathology at the moment.

"I, Zhong Qingrou, even if there is a moment of death, it is definitely not today!"

Zhong Qingrou's face has faded from her original virtuous and dignified, but her pale and sick face can't hide her fortitude, and her momentum is domineering.

After that, I saw her roll up her sleeves, hold Shui Han, walk to the pavilion fence, leak out her slender pale and bloodless wrist, her eyes didn't blink, and she slashed Shui Han's wrist hard and cut the blood vessels...

A little black blood flowed down his wrist and fell into the pool, and the clear water was flushed with a large amount of red.

The koi in the pond mistakenly thought that the owner would feed them again, and they flocked to make people look a little inexplicably terrifying.

Le Izuye admired it very much, Zhong Qingrou was a woman who could have this courage, but after all, it was scratched on her own flesh, and the shocking cracks in her wrists made him feel pain when he saw it.

He once was scared to death when he even cut his hand with a pencil sharpening, let alone cut his wrists and bleed like Zhong Qingrou's face did not change color...

Anyway, it's impossible to kill him!

"Mother..."Wu Lianzhi looked at the blood flowing and shouted softly with some palpitations.

Looking at the blood that had been flowing, Wu Lianzhi was really distressed beyond words.

Zhong Qingrou returned the water cold to Bai Xuan, put the poisonous blood, turned his head and glanced at Wu Lianzhi, and floated a motherly smile that was different from Ling Ren just now.

"Mother is fine, this poisonous blood is not released, and it is also accumulated in the body, don't worry about it." She said softly, in a tone like her name.

After listening to her words, Wu Lianzhi's face was full of worry, but also evoked a light smile of pity.

Oh, yes.

What kind of character is her mother, others don't know, can he not know?

Maybe some of his temperament is inherited.

The poisonous blood continued to be released, but the current situation of Zhong Qingrou's body at the moment was already weak, and she was a little unsteady on her feet, and she shook.

Seeing this, Wu Lianzhi stood up suddenly, stretched out his hand to help Zhong Qingrou, but was stopped by Zhong Qingrou.

Zhong Qingrou knows that her body is weak, but she is not dead yet!

She doesn't need anyone to help her.

"Immortal head, the poisonous blood has already been released a little, can you start?" Zhong Qingrou held on to the fence with her other hand, trying to make herself stand firm.

Bai Xuan patted Zi Lingzi's wings.

Zi Lingzi sensibly flew to the fence, grabbed the railing, lowered his head, and deviated from the direction.

A few crystal clear tears fell on the tear in the wrist.

I saw that the poisonous blood that melted from the tears of the spirit son flowed black blood, and the speed visible to the naked eye slowly turned into normal blood color.

Wu Lianzhi saw the change in the blood, and his heart was already indescribably happy.

Effective!

The tears of the self-spirit are effective!

Not in vain!

He turned around and bowed deeply to Bai Xuan, and said, "Lian Zhi, thank you for the life-saving grace of Senior Bai!" ”

"The grace of saving lives can't be called, and the young master doesn't have to make this big gift." Bai Xuandao.

"No, Zhi'er is right, this ceremony should be done! The line! The complexion on Zhong Qingrou's face gradually began to improve.

"Mrs. Zhong, please sit down." Bai Xuan motioned to her.

Zhong Qingrou sat in place, Bai Xuan took out a green grass from the storage bag, and the spiritual light flashed in his hand, and the spiritual grass turned into powder.

He sprinkled the powder on the crack in Zhong Qingrou's wrist, and the wound, which was still bloody, stopped the spread. Then, his palm covered her wrist, and Zhong Qingrou felt cool and comfortable.

After everything was in order, Mei'er was very smart, and she had already run to prepare clean gauze, and then wrapped Zhong Qingrou's wound.