After the two of them retreated, Feng Lingyu took a deep breath and slowly lifted the brocade quilt, her body was already wet with purple blood, and the bed was all over it, like a man-eating flower, devouring herself.

She stretched out a finger and pointed at the acupoint on her chest to stop the bleeding, and then sat up cross-legged, turning her bare hand, the dexterous black silk slowly slipped out of the sleeve, and gradually wrapped the injured place along her shoulder, and suddenly a 'zizi' heat blurred Feng Lingyu's face, she clenched her teeth, and moved the true qi in her body to the black silk to heal the wound and relieve the pain.

It took about half an hour before it was repaired.

In the end, how did the hidden disease on her body come about, it seems that it has been like this since she woke up, she has nightmares every night, and there is a faint pain in her heart, and it will have an attack every few days, Feng Lingyu became more and more suspicious, what is more in her body, she also knows the medical theory, but unfortunately she can't detect anything, and she doesn't know how she was injured, as if a memory was intercepted by life, and she had a headache when she thought about it.

And the man in Tsing Yi in the dream, who is he? Is it someone I know well? But I can't remember anything at all, Feng Lingyu couldn't help but shake her head, trying to think of something, but the more she did, the more her head buzzed, and she didn't have the slightest memory.

At the beginning, he was seriously injured, and it was Wu Laoqi who healed, and he refused to say when he asked him, except for him, then only Wu Ye knew the inside story, and after thinking about it, Feng Lingyu immediately summoned Wu Ye to Xiwu Palace after bathing.

"Holy Lord, the great sacrifice is waiting outside the hall to be announced!"

"Xuan-" Feng Lingyu sat on top of the main hall, dressed in a plain brocade dress, quiet and elegant.

"Wu Ye knocks on the Holy Lord!" Wu Ye, who was still covered by a black robe, entered the hall unhurriedly and saluted.

"Sit-" Feng Lingyu smiled quietly: "The great sacrifice is really a good day, and it is really not easy for the widow to wait for three moments to meet you!" ”

Wu Ye wanted to get up, but when he heard the anger in Feng Lingyu's words, he knelt down and said: "It's the sins of the ministers, tonight is the time when the lake is short-lived, so the ministers are greedy for the flowers and miss the summons of the Holy Lord, and I hope that the Holy Lord will condemn him!" The minister has no complaints! ”

"The epiphany of the lakeside has bloomed?" Feng Lingyu couldn't help but be surprised, since the year when she was five years old, she had seen a flash in the pan in Linhu, and it happened that she would return to the witch ten years later, and the flash appeared again, was it a coincidence?

Wu Ye said: "This is exactly the omen of the inheritance of the scenery with the heavens, and it is a great blessing for my gods!" ”

"Alright, sit down!" Feng Lingyu didn't know what his flattery meant, when Wu Ye was flattering to this point, and couldn't help but laugh: "Today, I have some private matters to ask the high priest, I hope you can answer everything in detail, one by one, to solve the confusion of the widow!" ”

"Obey the order!" Wu Ye sat down, and only then did he dodge Shangfeng Lingyu's gaze.

"Why did the widow be injured, what medicine was used to heal the wound, and who else was wounded by the widow?" Feng Lingyu asked three questions in a row, and the momentum was compelling, as if no one could be allowed to lie, forcing Wu Ye to look at it a little sideways: "These questions, hasn't Lord Shenwu already returned to the Holy Lord before?" Why does the Holy Lord ask again? ”

Feng Lingyu stroked her smooth nails and said word by word: "The widow wants to hear what the high priest has to say!" ”

There are only two people in the hall of Nuoda, accompanied by a few golden waxes that rattle, and the atmosphere is particularly treacherous、、、、、、