Huaxin doesn't know medical skills, so he can only use spiritual power to heal his injuries with light and dust.

Because it was the wound of the Shen Yuan Sword, she spent a lot of divine power, but she only temporarily stabilized his injury, and could not completely recover him.

It was twilight, and the light and dust had not woken up, and the heavy snow still did not stop, mixed with the cold wind rolling in through the window.

The painting center lit the lamp, and added a layer of quilt to the young child of the Qing Dynasty who had been guarding the light and the dust and refused to leave, but fell asleep on his shoulder.

Later, she herself knelt down in front of the couch, dozing off with one hand on her chin.

He Guang Tongchen woke up in the middle of the night, felt a little guy on his shoulder, didn't dare to move, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the woman lying crooked in front of the couch under the dim light, and he didn't dare to come out, for fear of disturbing their mother and son.

Touching the wound that had been redressed, he looked into her tired brow and smiled softly.

Looking at the layers of white cloth wrapped in her hand supporting her chin, it was obvious that it had not been properly handled, and the blood was still oozing out. Seeing him, his brows furrowed, and he felt distressed.

It was cold and silent in the middle of the night, and he finally got up quietly, and he didn't dare to snort when he touched the wound, so he only gritted his teeth and endured it.

When he carried her to the bed, he was already in cold sweat and wet.

The painting heart may be extremely tired, and maybe she will always unconsciously take off her guard here, so she just turned over and changed to a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

After lighting the soothing incense, He Guang Tongchen endured the painful injury and went out of the door, and went to Yaoling Mountain overnight to pick the ice lotus that only blooms when the snow is on the top of the mountain.

Because only the Ice Lotus could cure the burns of the Red Fire of the Flood and Desolation, and the injuries on the hand of the painting heart were obviously so serious that he did not dare to delay.

Shen Yuan's sword wound is the most difficult to heal in the world and the most hurtful wound, even if the painting heart is hit by a sword, it will sleep for 10,000 years, but fortunately, now Shen Yuan has not been unsealed, and he has the body of the red lotus, which can barely withstand it.

But he was seriously injured and unusual, his mana could not be exerted, the wind and snow were heavy, he walked for an hour on a quarter-hour road on weekdays, and when he climbed to the top of the mountain, new injuries were stacked on top of old injuries, and he lost too much blood and almost fell on the top of the mountain and buried himself in the snow.

The ice lotus and the red lotus are mutually restrictive, and they are also restrained by his red lotus body, but he still holds it in his arms like a baby, for fear of breaking it and breaking it.

The cold on the lotus body made his body weaker and weaker, and the road became more and more difficult, and when he returned to Yaoling Village, the sky was already white.

The heart of the painting is still sunk in a dream, as if someone is stepping on the rusty wind and pulling her sleeves.

Her hands ached like a burning fire, her brows twisted in pain, she struggled to wake up from the nightmare, and suddenly her fingers were cold, like snowflakes blooming on her hands, instantly relieving her unbearable pain.

He Guang Tongchen saw her frowning eyebrows stretched, and the corners of her lips showed a comfortable smile, fortunately, this night's trek was not a waste.

As soon as his tight heart was relieved, a mouthful of fishy sweetness came up, he hurriedly covered his lips with a handkerchief, and secretly hid the handkerchief that had vomited blood, not daring to let her know.

After re-bandaging the wound for Hua Xin, he reluctantly lifted up his spirits to make breakfast as usual, and he didn't even notice that the blood on his back had penetrated his clothes and was mixed with ice and snow and froze into blood ice.

After breakfast was ready, he brought it to the couch and warmed it with a warm stove made of red lotus karmic fire, and then sat on the edge of the couch staring at her eyes, looking at her for a moment, as if he was looking at a lost treasure, and he was reluctant to take his eyes off.