Xing carried Zhai Xiying and put him on the bed, and Yue Slow Star returned to Lan Yuan in one step.

Outside the room, the moon put Yuruo down. She lost a lot of internal strength to deal with the enemy in the Youge, and she had reached the limit by supporting Youruo to return to the Ying Palace.

"Thank you, Yue." After Youruo thanked him, he immediately ran into the room.

In front of the bedside, there was a bright yellow monk's robe back, and he asked in astonishment: "Master Wuyi, why are you here?" ”

"The old man has moved to King Ying's mansion yesterday." Master Wuyi is helping Zhai Xiying to breathe, although his heart has not been cracked, but the other muscles and veins in his body are very disordered.

What else does you want to say, thinking of what you saw on TV in the 21st century, people who are exercising gong cannot be disturbed, otherwise they will be eaten by their skills. Then he stood quietly and looked at Zhai Xiying on the bed.

His thin lips regained their bloodless paleness, but fortunately the face gradually polished, otherwise he would have thought that it was a cold corpse lying there.

"Miss Lu, you have an injury in the abdomen!" Xing smelled the smell of blood on Youruo's body, and was afraid that if Miss Lu made a mistake, the master would go crazy, so he immediately reminded.

Youruo's right finger touched the wound, and he didn't care: "It's okay, it's just that it's worn out a little skin, and now it's scabbed." ”

"Worn skin?" Xing stared at the blood stains on the front of Youruo's abdomen in surprise, it was quite a big piece, for a pregnant woman, how could it be just a worn skin?

The righteous king he... After all, I was reluctant to hurt Miss Lu, so did I do some tricks?

"Master, what's wrong with him?" After Youruo saw Wu Yi withdraw, he immediately asked. As for the internal force or something, if you don't understand it now, you don't understand the situation.

Wu Yi shook his head, "It's no big deal, the pill he took before should be the best holy medicine to protect his heart." ”

Zhai Xiying's internal strength is stronger than that of Master Wuyi, and he should be glad that this blow went down and didn't kill him!

"The Heart Pill is the medicine pill of the wonderful hand." Xing glanced at Youruo, the elixir and poison powder that were collected in the secret room of the magic hand last time were used a lot in the Hades Palace.

"No wonder!" Master Wuyi stroked the white beard on his chest.

Master Wu Yi left the bedside, but did not leave the room. Looking at Zhai Xiying's lying body from afar, he said: "There are too many sins, and sooner or later you will be punished." ”

"Huh?" I was puzzled.

"Cause and effect cycle, Shi Niang, Lao Qu will leave for Lingxuan Temple tomorrow." After the end of Zen Buddha in Hongfu Temple that day, Wu Yi calculated that Zhai Xiying had been in trouble recently, and thought about staying to help him get through.

Youruo bent down slightly and thanked: "It's troublesome to the master, after Youruo gives birth, I will go to Lingxuan Temple to visit the master." ”

"Haha... Good! The old man is waiting for you! After Master Wuyi finished speaking, he bowed to Youruo with both palms and walked out.

Xing was still guarding Zhai Xiying in the room, watching Youruo in a daze on the chair, and said, "Miss Lu, we used a lot of your medicine. ”

"Well, let's set up a layer of poison prevention outside the palace, so as not to be again..."The last time the Ying Palace's mansion was baptized in blood, it hasn't recovered yet, right?

Looking at Zhai Xiying, his men and horses have lost too much, and he doesn't know how long he can resist if he continues like this.

"We have done as Miss Lu said, outside the palace, Master Wuyi helped us design the formation, and also sprinkled Miss Lu's poison, and the palace will not be the same as before in the future!" Xing thought of the subordinates of the Hades King who had died in the past month, and his heart was indignant.

"Master Wuyi still knows how to form formations? Can't tell. Youruo smiled reluctantly, and what flashed in his mind was the picture of Zhai Xiying vomiting blood not long ago.

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(Markor Literature-)