"I don't care about you, but if she can't wake up, your fate will be like this." Jun Shu said, a silver needle flew, swirling in the air one after another gorgeous silver lotus, and finally stepped deep into a Taishi chair made of iron and wood below, the Taishi chair collapsed, and the hardest ironwood Taishi chair actually shattered into sawdust.

"Yes, hall master, my subordinates will definitely guarantee the safety of Miss Moyue." There is no one spirit in the night, and he promises again and again, and the internal force infused by the silver needle in the air is enough to destroy an iron and wood chair, and this kind of kung fu is simply beyond his reach.

"I'll go back to the main altar and let Huo Wu take good care of her." Jun Shu instructed that if there was such a mistake today, he had to explain it to the door master in person. Fortunately, the main altar is not far from here, but it is very hidden, except for the hall master and the four protectors of each branch, no one knows the whereabouts of the main altar.

When he came back from the main altar, Jun Shu went straight to Tingfeng Pavilion, and saw that the door was not closed, thinking that he had entered the enemy, he vigilantly flashed in, and did not find outsiders, and on the washstand next to the bed, there was a basin of water, which was already cold.

Jun Shu checked Mo Yue's condition, his eyes were cold, the wound was too big, and simply sprinkling gold sore medicine could not cure the wound, it could only be stitched.

Then Jun Shu personally took the basin out and changed the hot water, and took the best silk and tools, threaded the needle and thread, quite skillful, everything was ready, and reached out to point Moyue's sleeping hole.

After cleaning up the carrion around the wound first, with the internal force, a silver needle seemed to be alive, glowing with silver light, and with the control of Jun Shu's palm, it flew up and down on Mo Yue's shoulder, wrapped around the flesh, and then stretched out, and the thin silk slowly stitched up the wound.

Then he gave her some internal strength to protect her heart.

The sleeping Mo Yue was extremely unstable, every time the silver needle pierced into the flesh, her shoulders couldn't help twitching, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on her forehead, but she still bit her lower lip in her dream, refusing to make a sound, and then a warm current surged into her heart, her whole body seemed to be soaked in the warm sun, and the stuffy pain in her chest caused by internal injuries was much better, and her frowning brows slowly relaxed.

When everything was finished, Jun Shu's body was like being soaked in water, wet, no less than the sweat of Mo Yue on the bed, with the Qi Luck Needle, it was extremely draining, he sat on the edge of the bed a little unsupportively, and leaned tiredly towards the head of the bed on the other side of Mo Yue's sleep, if he took off this mask, he could find that his face was also extremely pale.

"Ahem, ahem." Jun Shu eased up a little, meditated and pranayama, but some of his true qi was not smooth, and he forcibly urged it, his true qi forked, and he coughed violently, and blood spilled out from under the mask.

Jun Shu smiled bitterly, it seems that the loss is excessive, and the internal injuries have recurred, and sure enough, the punishment of the door master himself is not so easy to do.

Seeing that Mo Yue was still asleep, she stepped aside and took off her mask.

There seemed to be a room full of light, and the man's face was exposed to the air.

His complexion was pale because he had not seen the light of day for many years, his cheeks were slightly flushed after coughing violently, and his sweat-soaked skin was faintly shiny and flowing, like a pair of starry eyes under his eyebrows, his white red lips were dyed by the blood of the demon, and his lips were slightly pursed, cold as jade.

As the so-called wet is like a spring moon willow, Xuan Xuan is like a morning glow, Xiao Xiao is like a pine wind, Lang Lang is like the sun and the moon into the arms, rock rock is like the independence of a lone pine, and the decadent Tang is like the collapse of the jade mountain, which is probably the demeanor of the man in the house at the moment.