In desperation, he had to hold back the incomprehension in his heart, silently retreated to the outhouse, and quietly stood in front of the door.

Xuan Yi left one by one, Feng Yan gently helped Uncle Mo Ze up, let him sit cross-legged on the bed, and then he also took off his boots and sat cross-legged behind Uncle Mo Ze.

The man once said that before the poison entered the atrium, as long as the poison was forced to the wound with deep internal force, and then the acupuncture points at the wound were sealed, and then the wound was cut open with a knife, and the poisonous blood was squeezed out with his hands.

But.....

Because this toxicity is too domineering, if the person who helps Uncle Mo Ze force poison is not enough, in the process of forcing poison, it is very likely to disturb Uncle Mo Ze's internal breath.

At that time, let alone detoxification, Uncle Mo Ze was afraid that he would have to be poisoned on the spot and die in Huangquan.

In fact, with her current physical condition, she is not suitable for helping Uncle Mo Ze heal her injuries at all, but Xuanyi's internal strength is insufficient, and this man does not have much time, so she has to bite the bullet.

"Man, it's time to repay your favor." After that, Feng Yan ripped off Uncle Mo Ze's shirt with one hand, turned his hand to mobilize his internal breath, and then turned his hand and hit Uncle Mo Ze's heart.

Before forcing the poison, she had to use her internal breath to protect the heart of her uncle Mo Ze.

This poison is now too close to Uncle Mo Ze's heart, and if you want to help him completely detoxify, you must not have a half-point difference.

After finishing this step, Feng Yan grabbed Uncle Mo Ze's shoulder and turned it around, so that he was facing himself.

Then.....

It entered a long state of persecution.

She herself has suffered internal injuries, and this process can't be too rushed.

Take your time, it's all in time anyway.

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Time just passed little by little....

Between Feng Yan's forehead, he was already drenched in fine sweat, and his pale face was pale and almost transparent at the moment.

It's close, it's close.

Seeing that the poisonous thread spreading on Uncle Mo Ze's body had receded below his shoulders, Feng Yan gritted his teeth, and kept telling himself in his heart that if he held on a little longer, it would be good for a while!

Now I am comparable to the end of a strong crossbow, and I don't know when I will collapse.

can be used by Uncle Mo Ze's luck to force the poisonous hand, but she doesn't dare to move half a point.

This is only the first step of rebirth, if she can't cross this step, how can she talk about changing her fate in the future!

In any case, even if she risked her life, she would help Uncle Mo Ze to detoxify the poison!

One inch, two inches, three inches.....

Little by little, the poison threads are converging towards the wound.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Yan's entire body sitting cross-legged had begun to crumble, and the hand that helped Uncle Mo Ze to force poison also began to tremble, and he was about to let go......

Suddenly! Feng Yan bit his lip fiercely, and quickly pulled his trance-like consciousness back.

Raising his eyes and staring at the last trace of poison line to retreat, Feng Yan immediately raised his hand and turned his hand, sealing the acupuncture point at the wound of Uncle Mo Ze very quickly!

So......

This man's poison is also stable.

"Huh......" Feng Yan supported the bed with one hand, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with the other, and let out a weak breath.

It's done.

After thinking about it, Feng Yan moved his body, slowly got out of bed, and then laboriously helped Uncle Mo Ze to lie down.

Right now..... Now for the second step.

Looking at the man whose face had already turned around, Feng Yan hooked his lips and smiled, and reached out to take out a silver moon dagger from his arms.

Coincidentally, this dagger was given to her by Uncle Mo Ze.