An old man in Tsing Yi with white hair sat opposite him, and slowly said when he heard the words, "I can solve it." ”

"Really?" Mo Lianyan turned his head and stared at him in surprise.

Mo Lao nodded: "The poison of the Soul Breaking Pill is fire, and it can be solved with the blood of the cold and poisonous people in the body." ”

When Mo Lianyan heard this, he narrowed his eyes, his tone was cold, and he spit out a name, "Xiao Yingche." ”

Before, Feng Wuxi, at his instigation, gave Xiao Yingche a condensation pill.

The condensation pill is the coldest poison in the world.

Those who fall for this poison will be tormented by cold poison all their lives.

Mo Lao picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, "I can only help you suppress the toxin for a year, and after a year, if you can't detoxify the toxin, you will ulcerate and die." ”

Mo Lianyan hooked the corners of his mouth, lowered his eyes to look at the clear lines in his palm, and chuckled lowly, "Enough." ”

……

Zhaoyang Hall.

Xiao Yingche accidentally ate porridge containing hazelnuts, and he fell into a semi-coma.

On his fair skin, there were large patches of rose-like red rashes, which inexplicably added a bit of bewitchment.

The curtains were all closed, and only a few mischievous rays of light pierced through the cracks and spilled into the dormitory.

Because Feng Wuxi gave him internal strength in time, the heart disease did not attack.

But it was probably too uncomfortable, Xiao Yingche's body curled up slightly, and her mountain-like brows furrowed tightly.

Feng Wuxi held the ointment, and her deep peach blossom eyes were full of distress.

She sat on the side of the bed and took the silver needle and quickly pierced the important acupuncture points on his chest.

After a while, Feng Wuxi gently pulled out the silver needle and sat up with Xiao Yingche in his arms.

Her movements were very light, but they still woke Xiao Yingche up.

His eyelashes twitched slightly, and when he touched the dim light in the room, Qingjun's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

The next moment, the soft and white little hands blocked his eyes.

"Brother Che, close your eyes."

Feng Wuxi's delicate voice is soaked with pity.

That kind, the love for the beloved.

Obviously, the girl's voice was close to her ears, but Xiao Yingche felt like a dream.

He looked at the girl who grew up, and the person in his heart was Canglan Xing.

She won't love him.

The man's long eyelashes blinked twice in her palm, and Feng Wuxi lowered her eyes, restraining the dark tide surging under her eyes.

His eyes fell on the conspicuous red rash on his neck, and he reached for the ointment.

Because of allergies, even if the underwear on her body is made of extremely soft silk, when she rubs her skin, it makes Xiao Yingche, who is extremely sensitive due to cold poison, feel itchy and unbearable.

He pursed his lips tightly, and cold sweat overflowed from his forehead.

Feng Wuxi kissed his sweaty forehead distressedly: "Brother Che, cry out if it hurts." ”

Xiao Yingche's slender fingers flexed weakly, clutching the futon, the Adam's apple rolled, and swallowed all the painful groans.

Feng Wuxi's slender fingers picked up the belt around his waist, with a slight force.

The silk undershirt poured down from him like flowing water in an instant, like a white lotus blooming on his waist, revealing a red rash all over his body.

Feng Wuxi's fingertips were stained with ointment, little by little, delicately and evenly applied to his skin.

In the dimly lit dormitory, a man with skin like snow and a thin body sunk between the pink futons.

A girl in a purple dress, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, half-kneeling on the side of the bed, her slender jade fingers stained with allergy ointment, slowly swept across the rose-like red rash on the man's body.

The expression is extremely serious, and not a single trace of skin is missed.

The cool ointment spread all over the body, the faint medicinal fragrance permeated the wings of the nose, the burning pain on the body subsided a little, Xiao Yingche's frowning brows loosened slightly, and when the vision was blurred, the unforgettable figure came into view.

He slowly stretched out his hand, his bony hand with a cool feeling, and clenched the girl's weak and boneless wrist.

Feng Wuxi put down the ointment, and what came into view was a pair of clear black eyes that were dazed.

Xiao Yingche slowly propped himself up, probably in a trance, his clear voice was hoarse, and his tone was an unprecedented attachment and pleading, "Xixi, don't go......"