The Snow Ice Lotus, the Wind Spirit is unique, its value cannot be estimated, and it is not an exaggeration to exchange it for a city, and more importantly, it is ......

Spit out the thoughts in his heart, Helian Jue reached out and took out the Manxue Ice Lotus, and with the force of his palm, the white lotus flower became a ball of ice crystals and fell into Helian Jue's hand.

After putting the ice crystals back in the white jade box, Helian Jue took out a few more elixirs from the ring, condensed the essence, and mixed them with the Manxue Ice Lotus.

After doing this, Helian Jue took out a jade bowl from the ring, poured the elixir liquid into the bowl, and cut his fingers to condense a few drops of essence blood in the jade bowl.

The essence and blood separated from the body, Helian Jue's red lips instantly turned pale, Helian Jue didn't care, just straightened Long Ziyue's body and handed the jade bowl to her lips.

"Month, drink it, and the poison will be cured"

Leaning on Helian Jue's arms, Long Ziyue's eyes were closed, and there was no reaction to Helian Jue's words, Helian Jue frowned, half a moment, lowered his head and took a mouthful of medicine, pinched Long Ziyue's jaw, and fed it to her mouth. Repeating this several times, a bowl of elixir was fed to Long Ziyue's mouth through Helian Jue's mouth.

Half a moment after the elixir entered the body, the black at the center of Long Ziyue's eyebrows slowly dissipated. Seeing this, Helian Jue breathed a sigh of relief, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, slowly dripping along his snow-white jaw.

The red blood cut through the cold mist and landed on Long Ziyue's palm, Long Ziyue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the blood-stained hand slowly clenched.

Because of the cover of the cold mist, Long Ziyue's movements, Helian Jue didn't see it clearly, but just reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a pill from the ring and swallowed it into his mouth, before closing his eyes and starting to breathe.

The night is boundless, and the moonlight is a little cool.

The moon shadow is hazy, the mist of the cold pool rises, and the cool white cold mist floats on the surface of the pool, making this cold pool like a fairy pool.

As the night deepened, a few stars hung alone in the night sky, embellishing a few bright colors for this side of the sky, and in the faint light, Helian Jue slowly opened his eyes, a pair of black eyes were amazingly bright, more dazzling than the starlight.

opened his mouth and exhaled turbidity, and Helian Jue's pale face gradually became rosy.

Gathering away from his loose clothes, Helian Jue got up and left the cold pool, took out the Night Pearl and placed it in the groove of the wall, and the originally dark inner room suddenly shone with light.

After doing this, Helian Jue turned around and walked towards the cold pool, staring at the petite figure in the cold pool with cold phoenix eyes, and a pair of eyes narrowed slightly.

"Ink" removed the enchantment, Helian Jue called, and the ink came out of the shadows, kneeling in front of Helian Jue.

Helian Jue lowered his eyes and swept the ink lightly, took out a shirt from the storage ring and put it on his body, and walked out of the master bedroom across the ink path.

Zhumo gritted his teeth and got up to follow Helian Jue.

The study is slightly lit.

Helian Jue stood in front of the window with his hands down, walked in with ink, and knelt silently beside Helian Jue, Helian Jue turned his head, his cold eyes were ancient and waveless, so that people could not see a trace of emotion.

But it was this coldness that made Zhumo feel cold in his heart.

The master is too calm, calm not like a mortal, he has been by his master's side for ten years, and he knows very well that the master is a sign of anger.

His daytime behavior really angered his master.

Thinking of this, Zhumo lowered his head more and more, "My subordinates have overstepped, please ask the master to surrender"

Helian Xuan's phoenix eyes moved slightly, and after a while, he swung out a spiritual energy and slammed it on Zhumo's chest, and Zhumo snorted, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Only this once" withdrew his hand, Helian Jue swept his eyes and chased the ink, and spat out cold words.

If it weren't for the love affair that Mo had followed him for ten years, he wouldn't have kept his hand.