"Is she still saved?" Mo Sheng's tone was extremely gentle, but the breath he exuded was unusually cold, like a spider web entwining the people present.

Wang Miao, the palace doctor, thought that he was asking himself, and a thin and long chill crossed his trembling heart, and he replied tremblingly: "Although the dagger has not been inserted into the heart, the prince of Miss Lin's body also knows it, and now that this dagger is pulled, it will definitely bleed more than ......."

He didn't dare to say anything about what happened next.

Mo Sheng ignored his words, and only looked at Bai Lu with a pair of eyes.

Okay, how can you have more daggers in your chest? Bai Lu frowned, "It's not that it can't be saved, it's just ......"

Mo Sheng knew that there was little hope, even if it was a person like him who practiced martial arts, this situation would be nine deaths, not to mention the first snow.

But hearing Bai Lu's words, there was still room for maneuver, and at the moment, regardless of her hesitant face, he directly interrupted: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and save people!" ”

It can indeed be saved, as long as the messy demonic power on Chu Xue's body is absorbed, and then re-injected into her body with pure power, sealing her wounds, and slowly repairing it.

It's just easier said than done, this demonic power has passed the person, and after it is reabsorbed, it will bring popularity, and it will take at least a hundred times more power to suppress and absorb, and the most difficult thing now is that she has just drunk wine, and the alcohol power has traveled all over her limbs, if she wants to rescue immediately, it will damage her decades of cultivation.

If she could slow down for two hours, and when she approached the drunken intent entwined in her demonic power, it would be much easier to rescue.

But Mo Sheng obviously wouldn't give her time, and Chu Xue might not be able to wait that long.

After so many years of cultivation, she seems to be losing a lot of money. Although Bai Lu was slightly reluctant in his heart, his hand was already covered with the dagger on Chu Xue's chest.

Mo Sheng waved everyone back, and he had to reluctantly close the door and stay in the side hall under the signal of Bai Lu's eyes.

He sat for a moment, tapping his fingers on the agarwood table until the hot tea on the table was cold, and then asked, "What about people?" ”

Into the green, into the wood to carry a corpse.

He stepped forward to uncover the white cloth, it was the same person who entered the snow house two years ago to serve, there was no wound on his body, but there was black blood in his mouth and nose, he pinched her jaw hard, and sure enough, he saw a small medicine sac at the root of the tooth.

"Did you find out who you found?"

"I searched my body and my residence, but I didn't find anything to prove my identity."

"Do you have relatives?"

"Three years ago, she sold herself to bury her father, and I bought it." Draw in and out of the column response. She vividly remembered that day, after she had finished shopping for cloth on West Street, she remembered that the snow had begun earlier and coughed a few times, so she asked the coachman to go to the fresh fruit market on South Street to see if there were any new loquats. Only then did he meet the show of selling himself to bury his father.

She bought fruits and vegetables on a temporary basis, so she did not doubt his identity as a showman, and put it in the backyard after buying it.

Mo Sheng clenched his teeth, it was really a good intention, and after three years of lying on the salary, he would strike a blow to today's thunder. is buried deep in the snow line, it is nothing more than those two people, it doesn't matter who they are.

Anyway, there is no end to death between them.

"Childe, it's a slave and a maid who doesn't know anyone." He knelt down on his knees, took out a three-inch-long dagger from his calf, raised the knife in his hand, and broke the little fingers of his left hand, and blood splattered immediately.

Mo Sheng looked at the severed finger, his eyes were as cold as lightning, until the blood on the ground had bloomed into a strange flower, and then he said slowly: "Don't take it as an example!" ”