Han Zhengchu received his father's eye inquiry and was silent for a while.

What should he say?

Seeing that his son wanted to speak and stopped, the lord of the Han Mansion was even more panicked, and he opened his mouth to urge, "Say it quickly!" ”

Song Shenzi: What has you been through!

"That ......" Han Zhengchu glanced at Song Yizhi, and under his father's panicked eyes, he said, "When I rushed over, the Divine Son had already solved it." ”

"Huh?" The Han Mansion Lord was stunned.

Didn't you rush over to solve it at the beginning?

Han Zhengchu nodded, and in his father's shocked gaze, he continued to speak, "The corpses on the ground are all monks above the Seven Realms, and my son estimates that there are still a few Eight Realms. ”

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The Lord of the Han Mansion looked back at the pale and weak Song Yizhi a little mechanically, and his brain went down directly.

Song Yiyue looked down at her sister who was weak, and she wanted to stop talking, stop talking.

No wonder Han Zhengchu's face was so strange!

Co-authored not Han Zhengchu helped his sister solve the trouble, but his sister solved it herself?

Can...... My sister vomited blood, and she was still so able to fight??

Is this reasonable?

Song Yiyue's brain was about to burn.

Song Yizhi leaned on his sister, and said in a very weak voice, "Lord Han, I'm really sorry, I damaged some things when I killed people before, and I will compensate according to the price." ”

The Lord of the Han Mansion, who had come back to his senses, waved his hand again and again, and said, "What is the Divine Son talking about, it is our Purple Realm Mansion that is derelict in our duties, which makes the situation of the Divine Son even worse. ”

Looking at the Han Mansion Master with a guilty face, Song Yizhi let out a smile, "The Han Mansion Lord is serious. ”

"Doesn't the Son of God really need any spiritual plants?" The Lord of the Han Mansion couldn't help but ask, and then added, "As long as it is needed by the Divine Son, the Purple Realm Mansion will definitely help the Divine Son of Song find it!" ”

"My body is now, everything I eat is a mess." Song Yizhi showed a pale and fragile smile, "Lord Han doesn't need to worry, it will be fine after a while." ”

The Lord of the Han Mansion looked at Song Yizhi without saying anything, and finally nodded.

Let's go to a few ancestors and ask them later, anyway, they are all out of customs, and it's no problem to bother again.

"Then I'll go back and check the identities of those people first, and give an explanation to the Son of God later." The Lord of the Han Mansion spoke.

Song Yizhi bowed slightly.

After the lord of the Han Mansion left with Han Zhengchu, Song Yizhi coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood.

Song Yiyue on the side looked at her sister who was getting weaker and weaker, helpless and powerless.

She doesn't know anything about medical skills, and now in this situation, she can't help at all except just watch.

Song Yizhi, who had eased up a little, raised his hand to hold his sister's hand, and his weak voice was gentle, "Don't worry, I'm fine." ”

Su Dai, who was on the side, walked up slowly, looked at Song Yizhi, who was about to die, and looked up and down.

Song Yizhi raised his eyes and met Su Dai's inquiring gaze.

"Yueyue, you go to the kitchen to find your godmother and see if there is anything you can help." Song Yizhi said to his sister.

Song Yiyue looked at her sister, then looked at Su Dai again, and finally nodded and passed.

Lan Yungui followed Song Yiyue with his little short legs.

Song Yiyue saw the little doll swaying behind her, turned back and picked up Lan Yungui.

Song Yizhi looked at the big and small ones who walked away, and looked at Su Dai after he couldn't see them.

Su Dai sat on the side, looking at Song Yizhi, who was weak, and his hoarse voice was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Song Yizhi obediently stretched out his hand and handed it over.

Su Dai put his finger on Song Yizhi's wrist, and a trace of spiritual power submerged into Song Yizhi's body.

After a moment, Su Dai withdrew his divine power and looked at Song Yizhi, his eyes were a little fluctuating.

Song Yizhi smiled at Su Dai.

"This poison is really tricky." Su Dai's calm voice sounded, and she thought for a moment, "Interesting. ”

Before the words fell, Su Dai took out a porcelain cup, and then took Song Yizhi's hand and made a cut.

"Tick, tick"

Black blood came out of the wound and fell into the porcelain cup.

The sudden dizziness made Song Yizhi raise his hand to support his forehead to avoid smashing his head on the table.

After the porcelain cup was filled with poisonous blood, Su Dai let go of Song Yizhi's hand and said, "Bandage it yourself." ”

Looking at Su Dai, who picked up the porcelain cup and went back to the house, Song Yizhi's face showed a little helplessness.

Rong Yueyuan came out of the room and saw Song Yizhi with one hand on the table supporting his head, and a wound on the other hand.

"Yu Yuan." Song Yizhi handed the injured hand to Rong Yueyuan.

Rong Yueyuan walked up, he took Song Yizhi's hand, pinched a dust-removing trick, crushed a pill to stop bleeding, and sprinkled the powder on the wound.

The powder fell on the wound and stinged, and Song Yizhi couldn't help but shrink his hand.

Rong Yueyuan reached out and grabbed Song Yizhi's wrist, then took out a white cloth and gently wrapped it around the wound.

"Why don't you use divine power?" Rong Yueyuan's gentle voice sounded.

Song Yizhi looked at Rong Yueyuan lazily with his head propped up, and his voice also revealed a sense of tiredness, "I really can't lift my strength." ”

Rong Yueyuan looked up and saw Song Yizhi's lazy and sleepy appearance, so he didn't ask much, only stretched out his hand to pick up the person and send him back to the house.

Song Yizhi lay on the bed for a while, and there was a knock on the door.

Rong Yueyuan, who was sitting on the side, looked at the person who wanted to get up, reached out and dragged her back, and slowly helped the person up.

"It should be the godmother's medicinal diet that is ready." Song Yizhi held his spirit, "Let's go, let's go out and have a look." ”

Rong Yueyuan responded.

When Rong Yueyuan walked out with Song Yizhi in her arms, Ye Su's eyes showed a little surprise, and then she was worried.

"It's so fragrant, what did my godmother do?" Song Yizhi opened his mouth with a smile, and then walked towards the stone table.

Waiting for Song Yizhi to sit down, Ye Su took a bowl of soup and handed it over, "This is chicken soup that replenishes qi and blood." ”

Song Yizhi couldn't wait to pick up a spoon and scoop up a spoonful of chicken soup and feed it to his mouth.

Rong Yueyuan stood aside.

"She went out for a walk and dealt with some people." Rong Yueyuan took the initiative to talk to Ye Su.

Zhizhi's current bad situation is really worrying.

Ye Su glanced at Rong Yueyuan with a slight reproach.

In Zhizhi's situation, he is also relieved to let her go out alone!

Rong Yueyuan was silent.

Song Yiyue, who was standing on the side with Lan Yungui in her arms, looked at the pot of chicken soup, her face was extremely complicated.

Where is this chicken soup, this is obviously a spirit bead!

But it can be seen that the Night Venerable really loves his sister!

"I've stewed a lot, you can sit down and drink some too." Ye Su said to Song Yiyue, and then put a bowl of soup on the table.

Song Yiyue looked at Ye Su in surprise.

Ye Su took Lan Yungui over, stuffed it to Rong Yueyuan with her backhand, and then she pressed Song Yiyue onto the stool.

Song Yiyue looked at the bowl of fragrant chicken soup, and the hand that went to get the spoon trembled slightly.

This rich spiritual power is rushing to the face.

"Sister, do you know what's in this chicken soup?" Song Yiyue whispered to her sister.

Song Yizhi looked up at Song Yiyue, raised her eyebrows slightly, as if asking her what she put again.

"Immortal-grade eight-grade purple spirit ginseng." Song Yiyue raised her hand and gestured, her tone was full of shock, "Sister, there are a lot of purple ginseng in this pot of chicken soup!" (End of chapter)