Qisheng's body has many fractures, strains, and dislocations, Dr. Zhu heals his bones, so that his bones return to place, she is still young, and her body recovers quickly, so she only needs to slowly recuperate for a few months, and take medicine to recuperate.

At present, the most difficult problem is that the ice needle on her body, the ice needle is transformed by magic energy, which is extremely lethal, but fortunately, Lin Wu's skill is still shallow, and the ice needle is only pierced on the surface, buried in the texture, and does not hurt the root.

Children in the ordinary sub-realm are often injured by ice needles when cultivating primary magic energy, and people with profound magic energy are instilled with magic energy, and her texture is shaken by the cold needle with magic energy, and then smeared with solid yuan paste before it can be cured.

But Qisheng came from purgatory, and there were no horns on her head, who knows if her physique can withstand the most cold one-horned magic energy.

You must know that mortals do not have a one-horned bloodline, and this cold air entering the body will hurt the lungs and intestines, and you will be sick in bed all the year round, and you may lose your life.

Qisheng is currently only hit by the ice needle, and there are still rescues, but if the indoctrination method can go wrong and be self-defeating, it will kill her.

This ice needle is dense, and the fine cotton is pierced on Qisheng's body like cow hair, and the pain makes her moan in pain even if she faints, her brows are knotted, and cold sweat is rising.

If she is left for such a long time, she is in a state of fainting at this time and it is so painful, if she wakes up and regains consciousness, it will only be more painful and unbearable, it will hurt enough for seven days to take the ice needle to gradually dissolve, but this cold qi is poured into the body of ordinary people, it is also a life of nine deaths, extremely dangerous, and life and death are unpredictable.

A group of people are as anxious as ants on a hot pot, turning around and worrying.

Zhao Man'er sniffed and said, "Qisheng once said that her aunt is a one-horned. ”

"Really, did she really say that?" Huang San was a little excited.

Everyone thought that Qisheng was an ordinary person in purgatory when they saw that she did not have horns, but they forgot that the offspring of the combination of unicorn and purgatory mortals could also give birth to children without horns.

"She doesn't have horns, which means that the one-horned bloodline in her body is thin, but it's still much stronger than not having one-horned blood, so you can slowly pour the magic energy into her body and see how she reacts. Dr. Zhu said.

"Me?" Huang San broke out in cold sweat on his forehead, and he couldn't help coughing after asking.

As the only person in Hongxian Village who had entered the Mirrorless Ruins, Huang San naturally became the only person to help Qisheng expel the ice needle.

But...... He stepped on the tail of the fifteen-year-old to enter the Mirrorless Ruins, which is actually somewhat sympathetic, generally the age of the Mirrorless Ruins to recruit children is about ten years old, and the upper limit is fifteen years old.

Since the age of five, Huang San has participated in the assessment of Wujingxu twice a year on behalf of Hongxian Village, and has participated in 20 times in ten years, becoming the most rejected child by Wujingxu in history.

Huang San is not smart, his talent is very mediocre, even if he enters the Mirrorless Ruins, the magic energy that ordinary children can cultivate in one year, he has not completed it for ten years.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the fact that he was naturally lazy and not too self-motivated, and after entering the Mirrorless Ruins, he lost the fighting spirit to continue cultivating.

The cultivation of Mirrorless Ruins is too hard, too lonely, and the competition is equally fierce

Cultivation is like climbing a mountain, you can never see where the peak is, and you don't know how many people are above you, so you can only keep practicing hard day and night.

Moreover, the cultivation method can have a great relationship with physical fitness and talent.

You have been cultivating endlessly day and night, desperately trying to climb up, and you may not be able to climb to the next level even after a few years of hard work.

But some people can easily climb the tenth step without any effort, and talent is so unfair.

In the long and arduous cultivation, there was no one to supervise and supervise him day by day, and Huang San gradually lost his fighting spirit and tended to be comfortable and stable.

The path of cultivation is too long, and there are a bunch of young talents above him, who are extremely talented, and who can excel at a young age, and whose future is limitless.

But there is also a group of people behind him who are mediocre in Fa and even on a par with him.

Huang San often comforted himself, as long as he wasn't the worst one in the Mirrorless Ruins, not to mention that he had no talent and was naturally slow in cultivation, so comforting and comforting, one day he would really become the worst person and be driven out of the Mirrorless Ruins.

At that time, he realized that if he did not advance on the path of cultivation, he would retreat, and his efforts might not advance, but slackness would definitely regress.

In the incomparably long path of cultivation with no end in sight, the biggest enemy has always been laziness.

Therefore, even after staying in the mirrorless ruins for forty years, Huang San has really mediocre Fa energy, except for learning some fur techniques of divination and deduction.

is also for this reason, as long as the word "magic energy" is involved, he is frightened, timid, and does not dare to show it.

But looking at everyone's expectant eyes, and Qisheng, who was whimpering in pain even in his sleep because of the unbearable pain on the sickbed, he decided to give it a try as much as he could.

Huang San helped Qisheng up, and luckily mobilized the magic energy of his body, and slowly poured the clear qi into Qisheng's body.

The silver needles buried in the texture of Qisheng's body gradually bubbled out......

"Go on, don't stop. Dr. Zhu said.

Huang San continued to slowly pour the magic energy into the Seven Beings' bodies.

Although he always felt that magic energy was his weakness, and he was always very weak every time he used magic energy, after all, after forty years of practicing in the Mirrorless Ruins, his magic ability was indeed worse than that of his classmates, but it was not as unbearable as he imagined.

As the clear breath slowly poured into Qisheng's body, the fine cotton and silver needles hidden in the texture were pulled out, and Qisheng's brows, which had been knotted, finally gradually relaxed.

Qisheng had a long dream, in which his father stood far away in the snow-capped obstacle forest, with his back to her, walking farther and farther, no matter what she called, he refused to look back.

"Daddy~Daddy~" Qisheng cried and woke up from his dream.

Someone quickly hugged her into a warm embrace, gently rubbed her back with his hand, and gently comforted: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid~ There is an aunt, there is an aunt~"

Aunt Zhao's arms are very warm, with big breasts, and when she is held, she gives people a sense of security that is filled, and she will indulge in it unconsciously.

Qisheng kind of understands why boys like girls with big breasts, maybe it's also to seek some kind of spiritual comfort and dependence.

I don't know who shouted on the hillside: "Qisheng woke up~"

When the villagers of Hongxian Village heard the sound, they gathered at the door of Zhao Yi's house, leading the sheep and holding the chickens, as well as several baskets of eggs and some medicinal materials, all of which were specially brought over to make up for Qisheng.

Knowing that Qisheng had just woken up and was weak, he didn't dare to disturb him, so he stood outside the door, handed over the things he brought to Aunt Zhao, whispered a few words to Aunt Zhao and left.

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