Sai Ye looked at Hua Yu Qiong's expression in a trance for a moment, lowered his eyes and looked at the place where Hua Yu Qiong was looking just now, and frowned unhappily.

"Nice?"

"Huh?" Preparing to start the poisonous blood remaining in his body, Hua Yuqiong was stunned.

"Ahh No, I didn't mean to see it, I was specifically ...... Phew, I saw it by accident. ”

Sai Ye's face sank, and he turned around and sat down on the side.

Hua Yuqiong was a little embarrassed, and her spiritual power condensed into a scalpel and cut off the rotten flesh that had absorbed poisonous blood on Hua Qi's body.

The night of the sacrifice was shocked.

Turn fiction into reality!

How could he do this?

Hua Yuqiong didn't notice the thoughtful gaze of the festival. After she cut off the carrion, she took out another pill and crushed it into powder, and carefully sprinkled it on Hua Qi's wound.

She turned her head to look in the direction of the night and got up and walked over.

Sai Ye glanced at her, sat up a little upright, and looked coldly at Hua Yuqiong, who was almost trotting over.

Hua Yuqiong ran to the tea table, poured a cup of hot water from the pot, and walked to the bed with the cup of water.

The festival night, who had been ignored the whole time, watched with an expressionless face as Hua Yuqiong put the water glass aside, sat on the edge of the bed and carefully lifted Hua Qi up, letting him lean on his arms. Then I saw her take out a pill and stuff it into Hua Qi's mouth, pick up the water cup and feed him a few mouthfuls of water, and wiped off the overflowing water in his mouth with a handkerchief, and then carefully let Hua Qi lie down.

The extremely cautious movements, as if he was afraid that Hua Qi would feel a little pain, made him feel more and more bored in his heart.

What's wrong with him?

Why is it so uncomfortable?

Is it because the aura in the world is not abundant enough?

Thinking about it, Sai Ye glanced at Hua Yuqiong, and was thinking about asking her to show herself what was wrong, when she saw Hua Yuqiong sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at Hua Qi's sleeping face with one hand on her head.

Matsuya turned his head irritably.

Why did the deity come to him to check on his illness?

"Calamity, send an order to the dead." The night of the sacrifice was transmitted to the disaster.

The calamity in the shadows commanded and left quickly.

Hua Yuqiong tucked the quilt for Hua Qi, then put the poisonous blood and rotten flesh into a porcelain bottle, put it in the Qiankun bag, and then turned around and walked out the door. She removed the barrier and opened the door.

Several people who were waiting anxiously outside the door heard the sound and quickly looked at the young man who had come out of the room.

"Qiong'er, how's it going?" The old man hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Hua Yuqiong shook her head and chuckled, "Grandpa, don't worry, Uncle is fine, he will just fall asleep for a day or two." ”

Hearing this, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the tendon that had been tense in his brain was also loosened.

"It's okay...... It's okay......"

"Well," Hua Yuqiong nodded, "Grandpa should go and do other things first, I'll take care of everything here." ”

The old man caught a glimpse of the night of the sacrifice that walked out of the door, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and said to the painting Yuqiong: "Qiong'er, come with me, I have something to ask you." ”

Seeing this, Hua Yuqiong answered, and followed the old man away.

"Qiong'er, once today's events are over, what are you going to do?" The old man asked.

"I don't know."

Hua Yuqiong followed the old man a little behind, and when she heard the old man's words, her eyes flashed slightly.

She remembered the sharp gaze of the little old man inside the scroll again.

Yin Zi didn't understand her, but the strength of the little old man must be above Guo Lao. No matter where she goes in the future, it is impossible for her to stay here anytime soon. Otherwise, it could be dangerous here.