Wei Mo led the piano and walked out beamingly. Everywhere he passed, everyone greeted him with laughter and chanting, and even Qin'er was popular.

Wei Mo became more and more proud, and said as he walked: "Sister Qin'er, I did well today, right?" Hmm, you have to make me something delicious, I want to eat glutinous rice osmanthus cake......

If it was in the past, Qin'er would definitely follow his words, praise him, and finally remind him not to be arrogant. But today, Qin'er was very silent, and her pace was unusually slow.

Unable to get a response from Qin'er, Wei Mo felt strange and looked back. saw Qin'er's body swaying, and when she passed by a certain table, she actually fell down softly and fell directly on a girl.

The girl was eating, drinking, and chatting with everyone, happy and happy, and she fell on top of her and screamed in fright.

Wei Mo watched Qin'er's face like white paper, bleeding from the corners of her mouth, and her mind suddenly went blank. But in the next second, he immediately stepped forward and hugged Qin'er.

"Sister Qin'er, what's wrong with you?" he shook Qin'er and shouted loudly, and the crowd suddenly rioted.

Qin'er's eyes gradually closed, she could hear Wei Mo's shouts, she could see figures swaying in front of her eyes, and she could smell the smell of food in the court. But she couldn't say a word. A burning sensation, a wave of heat lingering in her internal organs, was extremely painful.

In fact, she wanted to say, "Young Master, don't worry about me, you will be good in the future." ”

At a high place, Wei Tianyang and the others also saw the abnormality, and got up and prepared to come down to check the situation. Wei Baizhou was also going over, but he was kept by his son: "I'll go, you can go back and have a good rest, I'm tired today." ”

"Okay, okay, if there's any situation, you must report it to me in time. Wei Baizhou patted his son's hand and admonished.

Wei Tianyang nodded, stretched out his body and rushed to Wei Mo and Qin'er's side.

Wei Mo hugged Qin tightly, forgetting everything. For more than ten years, it was Qin'er who had been by his side, encouraging him, taking care of him, and helping him cultivate. Qin'er was his closest relative, and if something happened to her, Wei Mo couldn't imagine how much pain he would have to spend the rest of his life in.

A moment later, in the Warm Pavilion of Cui Bai Yuan, Wei Mo, with the help of everyone, settled Qin'er on the warm collapse.

Wei Zhong, who was directing everyone to move in Cuibai Garden, turned pale with fright when he saw everyone carrying the qin over.

"What's wrong with Qin'er?" he rushed forward, hugging his daughter and not letting go.

Although they are not biological father and daughter, he treats Qin'er as his own, and loves Wei Mo a little more than Wei Mo.

"Uncle Zhong, Sister Qin'er suddenly fainted. Wei Mo forced back tears.

"How can this be?" Wei Zhong's eyes darkened, although he didn't know what happened to his daughter, he could see at a glance that the situation was extremely critical.

Wei Tianyang immediately asked people to invite the doctor who was stationed at home, but after the doctor came, he shook his head: "No, it can't be done, the injury is too serious, it's not a headache and brain fever, I can't cure it." ”

When Wei Mo heard this, he twisted Qin'er's wrist and pressed the wrist pulse, and found that her pulse was heavy and fluctuated greatly. If this continues, it is very likely that he will die from a burst of pulse.

Now, Qin'er's skin has turned purple, indicating that a blood vessel has exploded. This sudden situation made Wei Mo helpless for a while.

When Wei Tianyang saw Qin'er's appearance, his brows tightened, and he said secretly: "Could this girl be that she has been hit by the Lin family's hundred waves and thousands of surges?"

As Lin Tianxiu's husband, he is not too familiar with this technique.

Hit by a hundred waves and thousands of surges, unless the strength is at least one level higher than the strength of the inflicter, don't think about using the occult power to save the injured.

If he wanted to save Qin'er, Wei Tianyang also knew another way, but that method was even more slim than finding a third-order triple powerhouse in Qinghua City in the short term.

He knew what Qin'er meant to Wei Mo, and his heart couldn't help but burn with anger.

"Hmph!" Wei Tianyang shook his sleeves and left.

Everyone else thought he was angry with the doctor, everyone was trembling with fright, and the doctor even knelt on the ground with a thud.

Wei Mo didn't notice his father leaving, he threw himself on Qin'er. Regardless of the others, Wei Mo climbed onto the warm floor, picked up the qin'er, and let her lean into his arms.

The palm of her hand condensed spiritual power, and Wei Mo tried her best to instill it.

"Since I can save Uncle Zhong, I will definitely be able to save Sister Qin'er!" he eagerly longed in his heart.

Sure enough, the spiritual power that has the healing power has an effect on Qin'er. Everyone watched as Qin'er's complexion became rosy, and her breathing became steady.

Wei Mo became more and more happy, and continued to output spiritual power towards Qin'er.

Wei Zhong saw it on the side, and pressed his big hand on Wei Mo's shoulder: "Young Master, don't force yourself too much." ”

He is the most powerful, the longest, and the most knowledgeable in the room. He saw that although his daughter's condition had been alleviated, it was not the cure.

Qin'er's body now completely relies on Wei Mo's spiritual power to survive, like a vast desert desperately hungry for water to moisturize. Although Wei Mo is a wizard of spiritual and martial dual cultivation, after all, he has just started, how much spiritual power can he have to treat her?

The recovery of spiritual power takes time and consumes physical strength. Wei Zhong was already about to lose a daughter, and he was unwilling to lose Wei Mo again.

Wei Mo had also noticed that although his spiritual power had an effect on Qin'er, it did not last long.

As long as his palm leaves Qin'er and stops the output of spiritual power, Qin'er's complexion will quickly darken, and his vitality will gradually dry up. A few drops of water will not moisten the desert at all.

He lowered his head, his shoulders began to twitch, suppressed the cry in his throat, and bit his lip tightly. Wei Mo hated himself, why he was so weak, why he couldn't protect Qin'er.

Cui Bai Yuan, the originally hot atmosphere, suddenly dropped to freezing, and everyone's mood was extremely low.

As the patriarch, Wei Tianyang is very kind to everyone, but he rarely gets angry, this is one of the few times. Who knows, he rushed into a rage and came to Lin Tianxiu's residence.

Like his son's warm pavilion, Lin Tianxiu is also blind with black lights here. The difference is that the warm sun array is still working, and the warm pavilion is as warm as spring.

Bang!

Wei Tianyang kicked open the door and stared at the figure in the shadows.

"Patriarch, are you here?" said Lin Tianxiu faintly.

Her voice was still so gentle and nice, but her tone was cold, as if it had come from hell.

Wei Tianyang stared at her coldly: "You did a good thing!"

"Oh, hehe, which one do you mean?" Lin Tianxiu seemed to be unhurried, but in fact, his heart had collapsed.

The moment her son fell from the ring, she knew that the mother and son were completely finished in the Wei family.

Wei Mo would frantically settle old accounts with her, one by one, and he would turn them out and bask in the sun. Does she have to do something before then?

Before she could think clearly, Wei Tianyang came to her to settle the account, her hands and feet are really fast, hehe!

"Why bother embarrassing a girl, even if you are jealous of Lingshuang, you don't even let go of the maid next to Mo'er!" Wei Tianyang clenched his fists, he knew that the only person who could save Qin'er now was the old patriarch of the Lin family, Lin Tianxiu's father.

"Girl, hehe!" Lin Tianxiu sneered, she slowly got up, walked to the window, and looked at the lonely courtyard.

The golden laurel tree under the moonlit night is only a shadow, just like her now.

"Oh no, madam, no!" A hurried shout accompanied Wei Fu's panicked figure rushed into the door, "Something happened to the young master!"