After Banxian Yao left, the three of them continued to use tide towels to give Xiao Banxian a cold compress, Mo Liunian saw that Xiao Banxian's lips were chapped, so he hurriedly went to get tea and dipped it on his lips with a spoon.

Jiang Xiyan folded the freshly wrung out cloth towel and put it on Xiao Banxian's hot forehead, "He'll be fine, his life is great." She seemed to be saying to Mo Liunian and Wuji, and she seemed to be saying to herself.

Mo Liunian said: "Well, I know. "Even those monsters and bad guys can't kill him, how can a mere injury really threaten him.

Wujian said: "The burn is so bad, why is my brother's face so pale?"

Jiang Xiyan sighed and said, "He lost too much blood. ”

Soon Banxian Yao brought Chu Xiaoran here, and when Chu Xiaoran saw it, he immediately ordered Wujian to take off the little half-immortal's shirt, and took out the golden needle to release the blood that was blocked in the meridians for the little half-immortal.

Chu Xiaoran started very neatly, and only stopped after pricking eighteen stitches in a row, and was slightly stunned after taking the pulse of the little half-immortal, "How can there be two souls in Mu'er's body?"

Since Chu Xiaoran already knew, they no longer hid it, so they informed Chu Xiaoran about the co-worker, and Chu Xiaoran muttered: "No wonder...... No wonder ......"

Banxian Yao asked, "Mother, what's wrong?"

Chu Xiaoran asked, "Do you know who this soul in his body is?"

The matter of co-working is a supreme secret, and the fewer people who know, the better, even Banxian Yao pretended not to know and shook her head.

Chu Xiaoran said in a deep voice: "If it weren't for the half-immortal nephew who had this powerful soul in his body, he would have exploded and died at that time." ”

Everyone had mixed feelings when they heard this, and they felt that many things seemed to have been arranged in the dark for a long time, and the will of heaven was unpredictable, and even the ancient gods like Gonggong could not see through the arrangement of heaven's will.

Chu Xiaoran took out a white jade bottle and poured out a fragrant pill for him to hold in his mouth, Mo Liunian was a little familiar with the aroma of this pill, but he couldn't remember where he had smelled it.

Crushing the pill and smearing it on the wound of the little half-immortal, Chu Xiaoran sighed and said, "Let's wait for now, now his will to survive is the most important thing." ”

This has been said very clearly, as far as everyone obeys the destiny of heaven, except for Banxian Yao, the rest of the people were stunned, and even Jiang Xiyan, who had always been calm, changed his face.

Chu Xiaoran said: "Although my nephew seems to have a lot of real power at the moment, the Teng Snake Sword has damaged all his meridians, and he has already run out of oil, this Nine Turns Pill can help him consolidate his foundation and cultivate Yuan, but whether he can survive this level depends on himself." ”

Banxian Yao didn't expect that Xiao Banxian's current situation would be so dangerous, and hurriedly said, "Mother, is there no other way?"

Chu Xiaoran glanced at Banxian Yao and said lightly: "It's not that step yet." ”

Mo Liunian hurriedly said: "Madam, is there any other way?"

Chu Xiaoran said: "Don't be too anxious, it's not the most critical moment, Mu'er's high fever will subside soon, as long as this wound heals, as long as it doesn't attack again......"

Chu Xiaoran has always refused to say the last way, which is definitely not a good way.

Although everyone was anxious but didn't ask more, Chu Xiaoran stood up, wiped the thin sweat on his forehead, and said to Banxian Yao: "These two days are bound to be very hard, I will go back to rest first, and I will replace you in two hours." ”

Banxian Yao nodded, and Chu Xiaoran said to the others again: "It's okay to have me and Yao'er here, it's useless to have a lot of people, you should also go and rest." ”

Inside the house, after flattening Yan Qingyu's body, Gu Yanyan personally scooped up cold water and slowly poured it on her forehead, while asking the two maids to quickly take off Yan Qingyu's clothes, so as not to continue to penetrate the heat and check other wounds. Fortunately, Princess Yan Qingyu may only have a small burn on her face, as well as a few redness and swelling on her hands and arms.

I was very strong enough to stop my tears, took a towel and soaked it in the basin, and then rubbed my face, my face was hot, and I washed it with cold water, and I felt very cool. It's just that the head is a little dizzy, and the eyes are very red. Can't go out, going out makes people embarrassed. I had to sit on the sofa and pick up the daily newspaper of the day to read it, and I felt bored.

The second girl immediately walked into the outside room, poured most of the basin with water, covered a snow-white clean hand towel on the water, respectfully placed it on the table, and then took two steps back and lowered to Tian Lao Dao: "Brother wipe his face." Tian Lao Eldest washed his face while looking at the face of the second girl, and saw that she lowered her eyelids, and the two eyebrows were about to touch one place, thinking of what her daughter-in-law said, there was quite a reason.

Dad kept putting a wet towel on my head, wiping my body with warm water, over and over again, seeing that Dad's tired waist couldn't straighten up, my heart was sour, Mom would give me water for a while, and put her face on my forehead from time to time to see if my fever had subsided.

At this time, Fang's mother came in, carrying a basin of hot water, carefully soaking the handkerchief and wringing it dry, Mrs. Sheng took the hot handkerchief, carefully wiped Minglan's face, the movements were gentle and loving, but the tone in her mouth was surprisingly cold.

Zhao San bumped into the cup in the grass, causing him to immediately stop all thinking. He ran into the house, and under the light, he found a thick black liquid at the bottom of the cup. He wiped it with his hands first, then with his tongue, and it was bitter. "The princess took poison"

Sure enough, I saw Bai Yungui drink the hot medicinal juice in one gulp, and suddenly slammed the medicine bowl against the wall, and the sound of cracking porcelain was crisp. He picked up Yun Yuan's face, put her lips together, and forcibly delivered the medicine. Struggling to see it, Yun Yuan's wound collapsed, and blood was dripping. A dark black liquid slipped between their lips and dripped onto the plain bed, like a black rose blooming pillow. The ambiguous atmosphere slowly filled, and the painting building retreated silently, and gently closed the door.

The little boy had not eaten a drop of water for a long time, so he went out in the evening when the sun was not strong to find water, and carefully scooped up the water with the sunken stones, lest he spill even a drop, and come back to feed his friend in the cave who had a high fever. His own lips were chapped and chapped, and the blood solidified purple and black at the corners of his mouth, and as he cried, beads of blood gushed out again, unusually thick from the extreme lack of water. But the pain of tearing his skin seemed nothing compared to the intense begging contained in his voice.

Jiang Feng picked up Sister Hua and put it horizontally on top of the bathtub, the water in the bathtub was just boiling, and the hot air immediately rushed up, wrapping Sister Hua's body, and the heat swept all over her body, Sister Hua couldn't help but let out a small sigh, and her pale face finally had a trace of blood.

I thought of this kind of place, and the strength of the wine poured out at the same time, and at the same time, my face was feverish, my back was sweating, and I fell into the hot stove. The expression was flustered, and the person didn't know what to do, so he just dipped his fingers in the leftover wine in the bowl and kept drawing circles on the table.

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