Painting ink with tears, I saw that this lewd thief actually stretched out his hand to himself. Reflexively, the dagger in his hand stabbed hard.

Flutter...

The dagger pierced into the palm of the Holy Son's hand, piercing through the palm of the hand, and the blood slowly flowed down the dagger, dripping onto the cuffs of the painted ink.

Tick... Tick

The more blood flows, the more it penetrates the cuffs of the ink. The cuffs were covered with blood and stuck to the painted arms.

A warm current, the smell of blood came to my face. The ink embroidered eyebrows furrowed slightly, and looked at the palm that was pierced by his dagger, which was dyed red with blood at this time.

"You... Why not hide! ”

When the Holy Son heard this, it was really bitter to say no! He swore that he really wanted to hide, but unfortunately the other party shot too fast and didn't give a chance at all. Now his face turned slightly pale, he struggled to support, and said with a smile that looked even uglier than crying: I'm afraid that you won't be angry, how dare you hide!

With tears in his eyes, the "fool" carefully pulled out the dagger. The blood flowed out as the dagger flowed out, and the dagger pulled out more and more.

The Holy Son was already fainting with blood, but at this moment, seeing his blood flowing out, he barely showed the last trace of a smile, and his eyes were dark, and he actually fainted.

"Ah" Huamo screamed, hugged the unconscious Holy Son, and hurriedly shouted: Langzhong, Langzhong.

Under the excitement of painting and ink, there was internal force in her voice, and the power was so great that even she didn't expect it. In the entire inner court of Hongfang Academy, almost all corners heard her shouting. Even in the depths of the inner court, the Wenxian in the single courtyard is faintly visible. At the moment when the voice sounded, all the top figures in Hongfang Academy rushed out of the room.

Many guests in the inner court walked out one after another, and when they saw that the direction was the center of the inner court, they were puzzled, even if they wanted to go in to see what was going on, they could only guess and discuss what was going on inside.

Ao Tianxue and Xiao He were even more startled, and walked in the direction of the sound as fast as they could.

One white, one red, two figures, when they arrived, there were already many people standing in the courtyard.

Chess phoenix, scholarly fragrance, and thugs in the courtyard, scholars, and Wenxian who just ran over. A white-haired old man hurried over with a medical kit in his hand. roared in his mouth: Which master calls the old man!

The person carrying the medicine box was dressed in cloth, full of white hair, slightly hunchbacked, this person was originally a famous doctor in the rivers and lakes, and he was nicknamed Shennong Lao Xian, because he offended the forces of the rivers and lakes, he ran to Hongfang Academy to ask for shelter, Hongfang Academy kept him safe, and he treated people in the academy.

Wen Xian turned his head, looked at Shen Nong, pointed to the room, and said: Shennong seniors inside.

Shennong sighed, didn't think much about it, and strode forward to break in.

Wen Xian smiled and made a color at Qi Feng.

Qi Feng glared at the other party and looked forward.

The scene in front of him surprised everyone, and they opened their mouths one by one, especially Wen Xian, who shook his head after reading it and said: What is Sister Huamo doing?

Ao Tianxue stepped forward, but saw that inside the house, the cuffs of the painting ink were bloody, and the unconscious saint son was held in his arms, the other party was naked on the upper body, and the lower body was wrapped in a red silk, and the wound in the middle of the palm was bleeding blood, staining the ground red.

"How can this be" Shennong looked at Huamo and asked, but his hand was not idle, he took out various tools and began to stop the bleeding and apply medicine.

When Huamo was asked by Shennong, tears flowed out again, and he said in a crying voice: I don't know, it may be that I stabbed him.

Ao Tianxue stepped forward, patted Huamo on the shoulder, looked at the wound on the palm of the Holy Son, and asked: How is the injury of this kid Senior Shennong.

After Shennong bandaged the wound, he sighed and said: It's no big deal, it didn't hurt the artery, the bleeding is not too much, and it will be fine in a few days to recover.

After speaking, he got up and handed a packet of medicinal powder to Huamo Dao: change the medicine once after three days, and it can recover after three months.

Seeing that the Holy Son was fine, Huamo finally breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down beside the Holy Son and said: Sister, I didn't mean to!