Although Yin Xu had the heart to watch the play, he didn't dare to pay too much attention.

If an adult finds out, even if he is kind enough to help, I am afraid that he will lose a layer of skin.

Yin Sha only swept away with his afterglow, and quickly gathered his thoughts.

Wei Feng had always been careless, and he didn't notice Ning Chuyi's abnormality, he just watched Ling Chu inspect the wound.

Ling Chu pressed his fingers along the wound a few times, and said uncertainly, "My lord, do you have any consciousness here?" ”

Perception is naturally there.

Ning Chuyi's attention was on the soft touch on his back, and his wound was not necrotic, so he naturally felt it.

He originally wanted to say yes, but when the words came to his lips, he somehow became, "No." ”

This unexpected answer made Yin Xu couldn't help but move his eyebrows.

My lord, this is... Finally enlightened?

It's finally in vain that he just opened his eyes and said nonsense.

Ling Chu frowned, and pressed his fingers to the side again, "What about here, do you have sense?" ”

Ning Chuyi regretted it as soon as she said it, and at this moment, she heard the worry in her words, and her heart twisted.

Seeing that he didn't speak, thinking that he was still unconscious here, Ling Chu's heart rose even more.

Worried, she couldn't take care of the defense of men and women.

Both hands were placed on Ning Chuyi's back, and he pressed all around the wound.

Ning Chuyi felt the slightly cool and soft hands and pressed them on his back.

His face became more and more tense, and he pursed his lips and did not move to restrain himself from appearing abnormal.

Ling Chu pressed and asked, "My lord, are you still unconscious?" ”

"Yes." Fang Cai Ning Chuyi's attention was all about restraining himself, but this time he answered quickly.

Ling Chu's heart was relieved, but he heard his voice low, and there was still some fine sweat on his forehead, thinking that it was because of the pain of the wound, and he couldn't help but feel guilty.

"My lord, but I don't feel on the right, but I have on the left?"

Ning Chuyi wanted to say that his wound was not unconscious, but thinking of the words he blurted out earlier, he could only stubbornly say, "Except for the place where he pressed at the beginning, everything else is fine." ”

Ling Chu breathed a sigh of relief at this time, she was really worried that he was unconscious.

In that case, in order to prevent the resentment on the wound from continuing to erode, the only way to do this is to dig out the broken muscles.

But in this way, Lord Ning's sin will be greater.

Fortunately, it was only a small area where she was unconscious, and she was sure that she would be cured. Although it takes energy, as long as Lord Ning's injury is healed, her guilt can be less.

Originally, as long as Wei Feng helped him with medicine, she would do another spell to get rid of the resentment on the wound.

But now, for the sake of safety, you can only cast a spell first.

Ning Chuyi didn't hear her speak, turned his head slightly and asked, "Is it not easy to treat?" If it's too troublesome, it's okay to wait until Xuanqingguan can be treated. The wound is not serious, I can bear it. ”

She knows how to do mystics herself, how can she let Lord Ning endure until Xuanqingguan can be cured. Besides, this kind of wound wounded by a puppet soul will be more troublesome to deal with the longer it drags on.

Ling Chu said while preparing the things to be used, "Don't worry, my lord, I can handle it." ”

Ning Chuyi pursed her lips, her gaze fell on her bloodless face and paused, seeing that she was ready to make a move, she said, "Then there is Lord Lao." ”

Ling Chu smiled, "Your Excellency, you don't have to be polite, after all, you were injured to save me." Now I should help you with your wounds. ”

Lord Ning saved her regardless of the danger, Ling Chu was grateful, didn't say anything more, picked up the talisman paper and began to cast a spell.

Luo Erniang died unjustly, was killed by her husband and the woman who was cheating, and after the miscarriage, she had two lives, and the fetus was still sealed in a candle. The resentment and evil spirit in her body are extremely heavy.

Ning Chuyi's wounds were contaminated with these resentful aura, and it was not easy for Ling Chu to deal with them.

It didn't take long for sweat to be seen on my forehead.

Ning Chuyi lowered his eyes and looked at the hands on his lap, there was no expression on his face, but he was listening intently to Ling Chu reading the scriptures softly.

He couldn't understand it, but it didn't take long to notice that her voice was getting more and more labored.

Ning Chuyi's heart followed up.

He wanted to open his mouth and let her forget it, but he was afraid that interrupting rashly would have a bad impact on her.

Ling Chu didn't know that Ning Chuyi was hesitating, she saw that she had used three spells, and the resentment on the wound had not been removed much.

Simply gritted his teeth, took out a blank yellow rune, bit his index finger and drew the rune on it.

Ning Chuyi turned his back to her and couldn't see her movements. But the sudden smell of blood made him frown.

Subconsciously look back.

Ling Chu happened to draw the rune and pasted it in the middle of the wound.

"County Lord, this is not ......"

Ling Chu just raised his eyes to look at him and then withdrew his gaze. Before he could finish speaking, he quickly used his index finger to start drawing runes along the perimeter of the wound.

She knew what Lord Ning was trying to say.

But how could she turn a blind eye to his injuries when she had received so much kindness from him.

Ling Chu was determined not to give him a chance to refuse, pinched the trick with his left hand, drew talismans with his right hand, and concentrated on reciting the scriptures and casting spells.

Ning Chuyi's words before he could say anything, swallowed back when he touched the beads of sweat on her forehead.

Thin lips pursed, retracting gaze.

As the smell of blood became stronger and stronger, a ghostly light flashed in Ning Chuyi's lowered eyes.

The calm and waveless heart lake ripples in circles and circles.

She was using her own blood to heal him.

It was the first time for Ling Chu to draw talismans on the human body, and in order not to make mistakes, she drew very carefully, and the speed was inevitably a little slow. She was not in good health, she was very sorry for her life, and she didn't want to waste any blood.

Luckily, it went well.

When the runes were connected in a circle, Ling Chu exhaled lightly, but he didn't dare to relax.

The hands quickly pinched the formula, recited the scriptures, and cast spells.

Time passed little by little, the beads of sweat on Ling Chu's forehead became more and more, the more he read the scriptures, the faster he recited, and his hands kept changing runes.

As a golden light fell on Ning Chuyi's back, the resentful aura on the wound peeled off little by little, slowly disappearing into the air.

Ning Chuyi couldn't see it, but he could feel a coolness in the wound, and the original corrosive pain was disappearing.

But he didn't have much joy in his heart, and the more he listened to the scriptures in her mouth, the more difficult it became, and his heart twisted together. If he hadn't known that he couldn't interrupt the spell at will, he would have almost been unable to refrain from turning back.

After a stick of incense.

The last bit of resentment disappeared in the air, and Ling Chu stopped the scripture and slowly withdrew his hand.

"Alright."

When it was done, she was relieved, and her words just fell.

Immediately, his eyes went dark, and his body fell forward.

The forehead and nose slammed into Ning Chuyi's hard back.

Ning Chuyi didn't move at all, but Ling Chu's forehead and nose turned red all of a sudden.

If she hadn't fainted from exhaustion, she would have woken up in pain.

Feeling the impact, Ning Chuyi quickly turned around and caught Ling Chu before she fell.

His eyes swept over his bloodless face, pursed his lips, bent down to pick her up, and gently lowered her to the bed.

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