She cautiously withdrew her hand.

As she got closer, she seemed to observe a sparse purple light hidden in the bright red drop of blood.

This is left behind by the power of the wounded master.

Maybe it's people, maybe it's something else.

Shen Yuan's expression was solemn.

Out of a bold guess, she touched the Qingtang sword with her fingertips.

Buzz –

There was another short buzz.

Shen Yuan took a deep breath, and the fox's eyes were full of shock.

This blood can directly penetrate and block the enchantment.

The enchantment that Shen Yuan blessed on the Qingtang Sword was born from the ancient divine spell, and under normal circumstances, in this cultivation realm, nothing could be broken.

She pinched her fingertips, and the beads of blood dissipated.

What is the purple light in the blood of the master?

What hurt him?

And the most important thing - why the master was able to find her here accurately.

If it was the reason for the Qingtang Sword, Shen Yuan felt that it was a bit far-fetched.

Not to mention that the power of those purple lights can't affect the enchantment of the sword body at all, even if it's close, the Qingtang sword is only affected by the purple light breath, and it resonates with the contract on the master's body for a short time.

Thinking so, Shen Yuan took out a white porcelain vase.

She got up slightly, propped her arm on the side of the man's head, and used the porcelain bottle to take two drops of blood from the wound on the other's shoulder.

Because Luo Beixiao's wound was close to the inside of the bed, the long hair on Shen Yuan's chest unconsciously swept across the man's neck.

She was seriously taking blood, who knew that the man under her suddenly opened his eyes slowly.

Luo Beixiao looked straight at the woman above his head, and the itch from his neck made his heart flutter.

The little apprentice he had been looking for for so long was now in front of him, was it his hallucination?

Because the man's gaze was too straightforward and focused, Shen Yuan found that the person had woken up the next moment.

She turned her head sideways, and was about to shout out to him, but someone grabbed her wrist and pressed her shoulder.

Luo Beixiao pressed the person under him sideways, his narrow phoenix eyes were deep and deep, he slowly sank down, and his handsome face was getting closer and closer to Shen Yuan.

Finally, when it was close to breathing, Shen Yuan blinked, thinking that Shizun must still be confused and regarded her as an enemy.

She felt like her wrist bones were going to be crushed.

Shen Yuan put away the porcelain bottle that had collected the wounded blood, and raised his free hand, about to push the person away, but he listened to the man.

Luo Beixiao's voice was low and hoarse: "Ah Kite, is it you?" ”

The other party's voice was too close to herself, and Shen Yuan felt itchy at the root of her ears.

is probably used to men always calling themselves "little kites" in the past, this "A kite" full of deep meaning that she can't understand, coupled with the man's extremely unfamiliar eyes at this time, she really dare not answer.

However, the other party obviously did not give her a chance to respond.

Shen Yuan only felt a weight on her body, and her master fainted again.

She looked up helplessly at the top of the bed.

It took a while to push the person away with his spiritual power.

Luo Beixiao was pushed to the inside of the bed, and because the clothes on the shoulders were cut by Shen Kite, the clothes looked a little messy at this moment.

The man leaned sideways with his eyes closed, facing Shen Yuan's side, most of his hair was on top of him, looking as if he had been bullied.

Shen Yuan hurriedly straightened the person.

She sat on the outside of the bed, her mind full of the other party's gaze.

Who to see? Who is a kite?

Shen Yuan glanced at his wrist, which was already blue.

She turned her head and glared at Luo Beixiao.

called her a kite for a while, and treated her as an enemy for a while, but she was really not awake.