A group of young men and girls, their clothes were stained with blood, but their eyes were shining, and they looked at Yun Lingxi with burning eyes.

Yun Lingxi's fox eyes were full of smiles, and the moonlight stretched her figure.

She glanced at the silver-haired man in the snowcoat beside her, and curled the corners of her lips: "Thank you." ”

The corners of Yin Xue's mouth pursed an elegant smile, this soft smile dispelled the icy cold on his body, and made him a little warmer.

"They're extremely talented." Ethereal voice, with approval.

The bloodstained and embarrassed teenagers and girls supported each other, step by step, slowly but firmly walked to Yin Xue's side, and bowed slightly: "Thank you, national teacher." ”

In the past ten days, although Yinxue tortured them extremely badly every night, they gained a lot.

If they really encounter the enemy, their survivability and combat effectiveness will definitely double that of ten days ago.

Yin Xue looked at this group of young girls and girls, and the warmth crossed in the light-colored pupils.

He took out two bottles from his sleeve and handed them to Dugu Wu and Fu Shiyu: "You should all have reached the bottleneck now, take this pill and breathe for a day." ”

Pinching the slightly cool porcelain bottle in their hands, Dugu Wu and Fu Shiyu's eyes suddenly lit up.

Their internal cultivation has indeed reached a bottleneck, but no matter what, they are always unable to go further.

"Thank you." The two thanked Yinxue again.

Yin Xue looked at Murong Qing: "If you come to my courtyard tomorrow, your organ formation attainments are already good, but it is not enough to break into the imperial tomb." ”

With surprise in his eyes, Murong Qing leaned over sincerely: "Thank you, National Teacher." ”

Yin Xue looked sideways at the peerless girl beside her, with an unconscious tenderness at the bottom of her eyes.

Yun Lingxi's smiling eyes crossed a touch of deep thought.

She really couldn't figure out why Yinxue did this.

The night is getting darker and the stars are shining.

Inside the house, Mo Yechen leaned against the edge of the bath with a pale face, his slender hand pressed his heart, and his eyes were closed.

"Ahem......" A low cough sounded intermittently in the bath.

The young man of Shenhuang Pavilion, who was guarding the door, heard the coughing sound in the house, and knocked on the door lightly in worry: "Master? ”

"Ahem...... there was no answer in the room, and there was a faint intermittent, low coughing sound.

After several entanglements, the young man of Shenhuang Pavilion pushed open the door, walked into the house gently, and walked towards the hot spring pool.

Mo Yechen, who was lying softly on the edge of the pool, kept covering his lips and coughing.

Thin lips with a pale blood color, dyed with a strange layer of light purple.

"Master!" The young man's pupils shrank suddenly, and he ran to the edge of the pool, gently supporting Mo Yechen and letting him lean into his arms.

The hand probed the pulse on Mo Yechen's wrist, and the weak pulse made the young man frown.

Tonight was the last night of Luoyun's training under their leadership, and in the courtyard, he was left alone to serve, and the rest of the people, including the secret guards and the blood demons, followed the princess to the front yard.

But I didn't want to, the master actually fell ill at this time.

But his medical skills are not perfect, and he does not dare to administer needles to his master.

"Uh......" The sharp pain that suddenly came from his heart made Mo Yechen groan in pain.

The bitten bloodstained thin lips are more purple than the others.

"Master......" rarely called him anxiously, ruthlessly, pulled down his hand pressed on his heart, and massaged the acupuncture points near his heart.

"Master, the subordinates carry you back to the bed, the position changes, it will be a little uncomfortable, you bear with it."

Mo Yechen was half asleep, the sharp pain in his heart, the dizziness in his mind, constantly eating away at his consciousness.

The young man's voice seemed to come from across the water, and it took a while for Mo Yechen to react and nodded: "Bedside...... Third ...... Cabinet...... Medicine ......"

Before he could finish his intermittent words, he was interrupted by a sharp pain in his heart.

He snapped his eyes shut, his chest heaving violently, biting his lower lip and swallowing a groan.

"Master, my subordinates are offended." The young man leaned over, ignoring the fact that his clothes were wet with the hot spring water, and carefully bent down to pick up Mo Yechen.

Although his movements were very light and careful, Mo Yechen still snorted when he was picked up, and the purple between his lips became heavier.

Not daring to delay, the young man's fingertips hooked the clothes on the screen and draped them on Mo Yechen's body, putting him on the bed and half-sitting.

Quickly took the pills from the bedside table and fed them to Mo Yechen's mouth.

Luckily, the pill melts in your mouth.

Mo Yechen closed his eyes, frowned and endured the sharp pain in his heart, and cold sweat lingered on his forehead.

The young man next to him dried his hair with internal breath.

Pull the thin quilt over him, and then massage the acupuncture points at his heart, trying to relieve his pain.

The medicine began to work, and between Mo Yechen's fingers, the purple color of the lip flap receded.

The whole person was covered in sweat, so weak that he didn't even have the strength to move a finger.

He lifted his eyes slightly, and the sparkling light of his eyes hid the pain in his eyes.

"Master." Seeing that the purple of Mo Yechen's lips finally receded, the young man's hanging heart finally let go, and gently helped him to lie down.

Mo Yechen's thin body was trapped in the futon, like a crystal that would shatter at the touch of a button.

"Don't tell me about my illness."

"Yes, master."

When Yun Lingxi returned to the house, the warmth on his face dispelled the cold of the night.

She walked to the bed and glanced at Mo Yechen, who was asleep with her back to him and facing in.

deliberately changed into a clean underwear, gently lifted the corner of the quilt just now, and went to bed and lay down.

Inside, the warmth fills the room.

It's so quiet that you can hear a falling needle.

Mo Yechen's breathing rate was shorter than usual, and in this quiet night, it was extremely clear and audible.

Yun Lingxi, who had just laid down, suddenly opened her beautiful eyes.

She suddenly turned sideways, stretched out one hand from Mo Yechen's waist, and stretched the other hand over his chest, gently hugging him into her arms and facing herself.

I just saw the face of the person in my arms.

She was breathing!

The person who was held in her arms was as pale as snow, his thin lips were stained with bloodshots, and his forehead was slightly wet.

"You're sick!" Why don't you let someone call me? What should I do if something happens?

Mo Yechen was groggy, and felt that her slightly cool body was embraced into a warm embrace.

He opened his eyes slightly, his breath was weak, and his tone was weak.

"They broke out......"

Yun Lingxi's beautiful eyes were half-narrowed, she pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, hugged Mo Yechen tightly in her arms, raised her hand to gently wipe away the sweat on his forehead, and her tone was full of distress.

"Didn't I have people stand guard at the door? Why don't you let him call me? ”

Mo Yechen's beautiful phoenix eyes gathered a layer of rippling mist, and his eyes were dim and weak.

He raised his hand and put it on Yun Lingxi's waist, and whispered: "I am a doctor, I know my body, I have already taken medicine, just sleep." ”

In the soft light of the night pearl, Yun Lingxi lowered his eyes, staring at the person in his arms who closed his eyes again, and his exquisite face gradually tightened.

At the bottom of his eyes, there is a long-standing distress and fear.

After a while, she closed her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, my eyes were clear.

She lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead, hugged him, and slept in a hug.

Mo Yechen, what you said, accompany me for the rest of my life.

If you dare to break your word, I will not let you go!