Mu Yingshan lowered her head and looked at Yuan Qingli lying on the cold ground, carrion and blood mixed with her side.

Her bruises were visibly visible all over her body, and her breathing was weak.

I'm dying.

Tsk, trouble.

Where are the mass graves of this world?

No, it seems to be called......

Crematorium?

……

Yuan Qingli thought that he was dead, and when he opened his eyes, it was the face of the sword fairy that was so delicate that women were jealous.

It's just that it's even colder than 10,000 years of ice.

Mu Yingshan held his sword and leaned against the slightly damaged door of the operating room.

The boy on the operating table also recovered, and he could still roll over and get out of bed and walk around, and his wide open heart was also covered by the surgical gown.

Well?! Recovered?

Yuan Qingli was about to exclaim, and felt a faint lotus taste in his mouth.

"Sister, you're awake." The young man squatted in front of Yuan Qingli, stretched out his five fingers and shook them in front of her eyes, "How many is this?" ”

Yuan Qingli stroked his hand, "I'm injured, and I'm not stupid." ”

The coldness of his fingertips startled Yuan Qingli.

She glanced at the pale young man, who smiled: "Thank you, sister, my name is Meng Yu." Listen to this brother, your name is the little fairy? ”

"Ahem, just call me Yuan Qingli. Keep talking about what's next! "Why do I feel ashamed every time I am called a little fairy by others?

Yuan Qingli checked her whole body, but she didn't feel much pain, and she clearly remembered that her injuries were not light before she fell into a coma. She looked at the Sword Immortal with a puzzled look.

"It's not good for me if you're dead."

Thinking of the lotus flavor in her mouth, Yuan Qingli was puzzled: "What did you give me?" ”

"Two hundred years of Lotus Clear Pills."

"What? Lianhua Qingwen capsules? Or two hundred years old? ”

"There's another five-hundred-year-old one, and you're not worth using it." The sword fairy said lightly.

“……”

Is this a matter of year? It's not drinking Moutai, it's expired for two hundred years, what if it's poisoned.

However, it seems that the effect of this expired medicine is okay.

Yuan Qingli couldn't help but think of those sought-after goods in the pharmacy, Sword Immortal, this Lotus Clear Pill, Xiuxian brand, should be able to sell it at a good price if it is taken out, and ask if there is any.

Abandoning those strange thoughts, Yuan Qingli looked solemn.

"The operating room is our base for the time being." Yuan Qingli pondered, "That ghost-faced man should send more monsters to catch us. I don't know why I haven't come yet. ”

Either way, they're going to go back to the world outside the mirror.

So Yuan Qingli planned: "We still have to go back to the 13th floor." ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Mu Yingshan's eyes, and he looked at Yuan Qingli with an extremely strange expression: "You don't have a good place in your body now, do you want to go back?" It's going to die. ”

"This is my deal with the long-tongued ghost. If you can't find a clue, you can't finish it. In the end, if you can't clear the game, you have to die? "In this regard, Yuan Qingli is very open.

Mu Yingshan didn't forget how this woman had a cold expression and a calm tone and said the sentence "I have anti-bone props, I can destroy them directly".

It was probably because Mu Yingshan's eyes were too straightforward.

Yuan Qingli shrugged: "You don't want to leave just because this world has released your strength." ”

But because the arc of her movements was too large, she bared her teeth in pain.

Mu Yingshan was very disgusted, snorted coldly, and didn't answer again.

He had just released some of his divine sense in this building, and he really didn't feel the breath of a monster.

So it's safe to go upstairs at the moment.

Yuan Qingli rearranged and pinned the axe to her waist.

"The body is really useless. But what should be faced, it has to be faced. Still, thank you for the medicine. ”

The voice stopped abruptly, Yuan Qingli walked in front of Mu Yingshan, and the bloodstained palm swept past the side of his hand, not lightly or lightly, and pressed on the door, the kind with one hand.

Meng Yu, the melon-eating crowd, blinked: This is the door knock in the TV series, right?