“…… I'm afraid I'll have to observe it for a few days, after all, this pulse is really rare in a hundred years, and I have to discuss it with others again......"

"Okay, I'll give you three days, if you haven't found one yet, ......"

The words behind him are not finished, but the murderous aura in his eyes has already explained everything.

What else does the magic doctor dare to say? He was only afraid that if he said another word himself, his head would fall to the ground, and he could only tremble.

——

Shen Yue has been in a coma for a long time, and the magic doctor has changed batch after batch, but the dragon poison on Shen Yue's body has long been integrated into the blood and bone marrow, and the dragon poison is different from others, its power is that no one can detect it when it is not attacking, even if the person with high medical skills can't detect it, unless the dragon poison attacks, then it can be detected.

And after almost five days in a coma, the dragon poison attacked without any warning.

Bi Lian carefully fed Shen Yue water as usual, her lips were very red, but they were not as soft as before, but they were still dry and peeling, and the process of feeding the water was not so smooth, Shen Yue was unconscious, the water couldn't swallow, and it would always spill a lot.

He fed it directly from mouth to mouth, but after feeding the water, he did not withdraw immediately, but rubbed it repeatedly until it became as red as blood, until his dry lips became soft.

The palace was empty, and a faint incense rose faintly.

Bi Lian's mood became more and more irritable and moody as time passed, and the magic doctor didn't know how many had died.

But it was still impossible to find out why Shen Yue was in a coma.

The person on the bed suddenly moved, and Bi Lian immediately noticed it, and he rushed over excitedly.

The white-clothed immortal lying on the bed did not open her eyes, she was not moving, but trembling, and a thick white mist came out between her breaths.

Bi Lian's eyes turned red, "Shen Yue? Shen Yue? Are you cold? ”

He held Shen Yue's wrist and transmitted the demonic qi to warm her body.

But it didn't work, and not only did she spit white mist, but even her frost-white eyebrows condensed with a layer of frost.

He panicked and shouted at the door, "Magic doctor! Magic Doctor! ”

The magic doctor, who had been kneeling outside, quickly poured in like a tidal wave.

They saw a man sitting on the bed, holding a white-clothed immortal, his eyes were slightly red, violent, and his red eyes were bloodshot, and he was coercive, like a violent storm.

"Get out of here!"

Several demon doctors endured their fear and quickly walked over, they first glanced at the frost on Shen Yue's face, and then looked at the pulse, and their faces changed.

"This, this immortal monarch is dragon poison!"

"There is a cure." Bi Lian asked eagerly.

The Demon Doctor didn't give an exact answer, "I can suppress the poison first, and ask Lord Demon Venerable to wait outside first." ”

Bi Lian didn't leave, but the magic doctor said that he would disturb their treatment here, so he had to go out.

It was almost two hours before the doors of the palace were pushed open.

When the magic doctor closed the door, Bi Lian said coldly: "Is there a solution to dragon poison?" ”

The demon doctor frowned, and did not hesitate, "There is a solution, but now it can't be solved." ”

was originally relieved because of the first half of the sentence, but the second half of the sentence lifted all the hearts that had already fallen.

He tried his best to ignore himself, and there was an inexplicable panic in his heart, "What do you mean?" ”

A trace of pity and melancholy flashed in the eyes of the demon doctor: "Dragon poison is highly poisonous, in fact, if it was treated well at the beginning, there was still a chance to eradicate it, but now it ......"

Bi Lian's lips were extremely cold, his face was as pale as a dead man for a moment, and the muscles from his jaw to the side of his neck were tense.

The voice is hoarse, and it is eerily calm.

"You're saying she's going to die?"

The demon doctor shook his head: "It will not die, it will be better to live than to die, people who have been poisoned by dragons, no matter how strong their mana is, will endure the pain that is like heart-wrenching and dissecting their livers, every time they have an attack, their bodies are like falling into an ice cellar in an extremely cold place, and even become an ice sculpture, all organs will be frozen, she can't breathe, but her heart is still beating, as time goes by, the poison will become more and more frequent, and now the venom has taken root in her spiritual veins, fused into one, and cannot be eradicated." ”

"Xianjun is a Venerable in the Mahayana period, the higher the mana, the longer the arc of the backlash, there is indeed a prescription that can slightly suppress the toxicity on her body, but in fact, it does not have a great effect, in the end, she still has to carry it by herself, and ...... Her body will become weaker and weaker, and her spiritual power will slowly drain, knowing that she will become a waste. ”

"In fact, the general dragon poison is not so ruthless, and there are still old diseases on the body of the immortal monarch, this is also the time when the dragon poison takes advantage of the void, maybe at that time the dragon poison spread to the whole body."

"A top powerhouse in the Mahayana period can only watch his spiritual power slowly disappear, watch his body gradually go into decay, drag this remnant body, suffer from illness, and the physical/physical pain can be tolerated, so what about the spiritual one?"

"I'm afraid that for people like Xianjun, life should be better than death."

The man's tall and strong body stood up straight, and suddenly shook, the expression on his face was blank for a moment, and then he suddenly smiled, he was born delicate and beautiful, and there was always a contemptuous and romantic momentum when he laughed in the past, but now it is a violent and dark evil spirit, just a glance, I feel cold in my heart.

Although he was smiling, his eyes were staring at the magic doctor coldly, his muscles protruding under his pale skin, and his eyes were scarlet, like a terrible ghost seeking his life.

His tone was affirmative, "You lied to me! ”

Fine sweat oozed from the demon doctor's forehead, he didn't dare to wipe it, let the sweat drip into his eyes, his sour eyes didn't dare to blink, he lowered his head, and his voice was terrified: "Your Excellency, how dare I lie to you, what I said is true, if you don't believe it, you can ask other demon doctors......"

The demonic energy on Bi Lian's body was surging violently, angry beings, looking without the slightest reason, his eyes were red, but his whole body exuded a chilling bloodthirsty and ruthless aura.

Gritted her teeth and paused: "She has always been fine, she is so powerful, how can she say that she is poisoned, she can be injured if she is injured, who can hurt her in this world?" ”

How powerful is Xiyu Immortal Venerable, the Demon God of the Blade, is the first person in the cultivation realm, no one can be her opponent, who in the cultivation realm does not worship and admire her?

Who can move her, and who can hurt her?

How could you be poisoned? How can there still be old diseases?

Why did it suddenly ...... Can't be cured?

What's even worse is that isn't that what he wants to see? He just wants Shen Yue to live rather than die, isn't the current situation just as he wants?

But why is he still so ...... What about heartache?

It must be...... It must be that Shen Yue was not tortured in his hands!

He hasn't done anything yet, Shen Yue is already like this, it's not interesting, there is no pleasure at all, he wants to make Shen Yue's life worse than death in his way!

So now, Shen Yue can't die yet!

If you want to die, you must die at his hands!

There was no expression on Bi Lian's face, as if the madness and hideousness just now were all illusions, and he regained his calm, but it was more like the peace before the storm.

The fingers hanging on his side trembled slightly, he clenched his fingertips hard, his face was expressionless, and after a long time, he said faintly, "She doesn't need to die, I want her to be well, not a single hair is allowed to fall." ”

He calmly straightened his clothes, as if the loss of control had never happened.

The demon doctor didn't breathe a sigh of relief because of his calm appearance, but felt even more terrifying.

But the request made by the Demon Venerable is too embarrassing, in the end, he can't rob people with the god of death, and it's already so serious, everything is irreparable.

But he didn't dare to say it like that, for fear of stimulating the Demon Venerable, it was strange to say, the Demon Venerable was right, the degree of the Immortal Monarch inside really had an indescribable feeling, it was not like hatred to say that it was hate, but it was not like love if it was love.

He didn't dare to speculate on the mind of the Demon Venerable, so he could only quietly wipe the sweat from the corner of his forehead, "Your Excellency, I will do my best." ”

You can only do your best, not guarantee.

Bi Lian seemed to be normal, but in those inky cold eyes, there was clearly a dark chest, looking at him, but there was no light.

It was as if the words of the magic doctor had destroyed his soul a long time ago, and now standing here was only the corpse of a walking corpse.

He showed a smile that seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "If something happens to her, you all have to be buried together." ”

After saying that, he didn't wait for the magic doctor to say anything.

Bi Lian turned around coldly and walked towards the outside palace.

——

When Shen Yue woke up, Bi Lian was still looking for any information about dragon poison in the library pavilion.

He only felt that bits and pieces of images flashed through his mind, and they disappeared so quickly that he couldn't notice it at all, but he felt a suffocating pain in his chest.

He had been in the library for three days, and a maid came over in a hurry, and said anxiously and excitedly outside the door.

"Your Excellency, Xianjun, she's awake!"

As soon as the words fell, it was only a blink of an eye, and the maid had not yet recovered her senses, only felt a strong wind drifting by, and when she turned her head to look over, she could only see the corners of her dark clothes.

Shen Yue sat on the soft step, lowered his head and tidied up the cuffs of his shirt, his long frost-white eyelashes drooped, and the white shirt fell on the back of his hand like white jade gelatin.

It was pitch black before her eyes, she couldn't see anything, but her sense of hearing was extraordinarily acute, and she heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and in just a few breaths the door was opened.

A man walked in, his footsteps were a little heavy, it was supposed to be a man.

The yin and evil qi between Bi Lian's original eyebrows and eyes dissipated a little, and when he saw the white figure sitting on the soft couch, the bottom of his eyes was slightly red.

Shen Yue lost weight, she was originally like a feather when she picked it up, but now she is even more distressing.

The exposed wrist was thin and slender, as if it would break when it was broken.

All the internal organs were condensed by frost, unable to breathe, and the pain of heart-wrenching liver dissection.

It was obvious that Shen Yue was poisoned, but he felt more uncomfortable than his own heavy poison.

"Do you still have pain in your body?"

His voice was hoarse, not good, like a sharp stone rubbing.

After saying this, I couldn't spit out another word.

He closed his eyes silently, his jaw tightened, his chest rose and fell violently, and he was silent for a long time before he finally spat out a sentence to the attendant.

"Let's all step back."

When the attendant heard this, he immediately withdrew, and closed the door gently.

Shen Yue sat there quietly, her eyebrows and eyes were cold and luxurious, and under the frost-white eyelashes were a pair of very pale red eyes, which were as clear as a lake.

She patted slowly for a while, and then replied obediently.

"It doesn't hurt."

I've gotten through the most painful time, and now it doesn't hurt, but I feel cold, and the cold air comes out of my bones, and I can't stop it.

It's okay that Shen Yue didn't speak, but as soon as he spoke, Bi Lian felt that the calm he had pretended to be in the past few days had been broken all of a sudden, and his throat was sour, and he couldn't spit out a word.

He looked at Shen Yue in a daze, his face showed an innocent and confused emotion like a child, and his eyes were red, as if he had returned to his youth.

was wronged outside, so he ran to Shen Yue's knees and cried about the discomfort in his heart.

"How can it not hurt?"

The magic doctor said that it can make even the strongest person hurt worse than death.

So how can it not hurt?

Bi Lian stepped forward, silently hugged the thin figure, and then buried his face in the other party's neck, covering the red eyes, the ink-colored hair slipped down, and the frosty white silver threads on the shoulders were entangled.

Shen Yue let him hold him, his face was calm, and he didn't even have the intention of resisting.

In the case of too much mood swing, Bi Lian didn't notice that something was wrong with Shen Yue.

Until he heard a slightly puzzled voice in his ear, she asked softly.

"Who are you?"

Bi Lian's whole body froze, his blood seemed to be cold from his head to his feet, his breathing paused for a moment, his pupils contracted and dilated, and then his body slowly retreated, looking at the expression on Shen Yue's face at this time.

Shen Yue's eyebrows and eyes were quiet and indifferent, clear and clear, like a murmuring stream.

Although it is also cold, it is not stinging, but a heart-warming coldness, and the look is honest and innocent.

The cold before her was so cold that people didn't dare to approach, and they didn't even dare to stretch out a little blasphemy, so they could only kneel on their feet and beg for mercy.

But she is cold now, and the outside seems to be wrapped in a layer of clear and shallow soft water, which makes people can't help but contaminate, defile, and possess.

Bi Lian was stunned for a long time before he reacted, and stiffly revealed a very far-fetched smile, "Shen Yue...... You, you're still angry with me, aren't you? ”

Shen Yue tilted his head slightly: "Why should I be angry with you?" ”

She is a little well-behaved, she is very straight, this is the etiquette engraved in her bones, the white shirt is like snow, a silver hair is lazily draped over her shoulders, the window is opened, when the breeze comes, the broken hair on her forehead will also flutter, the golden light that falls obliquely, a few wisps of light shine on her pale and transparent face, like holy light, her eyebrows and eyes are clean and thorough, as if she can reflect all the evil in the world.