The furnishings in the room were still the same as before, and not even the position of a teacup had been moved. Master seems to have always liked such an unchangeable and regular life.

Youruo tiptoed to Bai Zihua's couch to make sure that he was still in a coma, and turned around and beckoned to Hua Qiangu, who was standing far away.

Hua Qiangu came closer, looking at his pale face as paper, he couldn't help but feel guilty and distressed.

I think that the fairy Baizi painting she saw for the first time at the banquet of the immortals, who was far away from the world, was harmed by her step by step to this point.

Could it be that if she didn't show up and didn't worship him as a teacher, she wouldn't have been born at all?

Bent his knees and knelt down in front of the white painting couch.

Listening to the sound of snow falling outside the window, I wanted to say a lot of things in my heart, but now it was only a sad silence.

Youruo saw that she was kneeling for a long time and was silent, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled her: "Master, you can't even stand on your own feet, get up quickly." If you are seriously injured like this, let's use your breath first. ”

Hua Qiangu shook his head, walked up to Bai Zihua, hesitated for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand to stop his pulse.

"If I heal your ancestor's wounds, you go out first, and by the way, someone will notify me immediately. "With the incident of being bumped into by Li Meng last time, she had to be cautious.

You Ruo doesn't want to heal in her heart, why let yourself go out, no one will come to this palace of despair. Woo woo finally had the opportunity to see the master and the ancestor together.

"The disciple obeyed. Youruo had no choice but to turn around and go out, and then cautiously peeked through the crack in the window.

Hua Qiangu knew that his medical skills were not much better than those of Mo Yan and the Changliu Medicine Pavilion, and all the skills he had cultivated had been abolished, and all the power left was the power of the demon god. If you want to heal your master's injuries, you must urge the demonic power. However, a large part of the reason why the master is weak is that the power is used in the seal. Eliminating the other, and using demonic power to heal him will only complicate the conflict. So all you can use is your own blood.

Hua Qiangu started to point Bai Zi to draw two acupuncture points to ensure that he would not suddenly wake up on the way to heal. Then he lifted his quilt and reached out to untie the strap on his white waist.

Youruo was scared outside and covered her mouth!

Wow! I can't see that Master is such a simple and direct person! While Zunshang is unconscious, he forcibly gives Zunshang ooxx! Well, when the raw rice is cooked, Zunshang will no longer be able to deal with it ruthlessly, and Master will definitely be responsible for her. Hahaha, poor Venerable!(What are you happy about?-_-|||.) ）

The beads of sweat on Hua Qiangu's forehead fell down in large pieces.

Master, I'm sorry, apprentice, this is a last resort, if there is any disrespect, please understand.

The hand cautiously poked into Bai Zi's painting robe, and the originally pale face became mature.

Recalling the place where he was stabbed before he was killed, he wanted to take off the bandages he had bandaged during his previous treatment, but his hands were shaking so much that he accidentally touched the master's cold body, and his heart was about to explode.

Calm and calm......

Hua Qiangu was able to stabilize his mind, but in front of him, he suddenly appeared again, and the bare back of the master, who he accidentally saw back then, blood gushing up, and nosebleeds almost didn't spurt out.

No, no, she can't do it. She hasn't even started to touch Master yet, she has a feeling of wanting to die, so let's let Youruo come......

Alas, no, no, no, even more. How can Master's body be touched by others casually.

Gritting her teeth, she looked like she was going to die calmly, and she was ruthless, and finally put her hand on his shoulder, where the sword was pierced. The white cloth bandaged in the medicine pavilion before was slightly soaked red with blood. Hua Qiangu had to untie his clothes and untie the gauze wrapped inside, and he was very careful. Leaning forward slightly, holding his breath, his hands were still trembling.

I didn't dare to cut it with my fingers for fear of hurting the master. By the time she finally got rid of it, she was so tired that she collapsed and her mind was dizzy.

Seeing that the blood from Bai Zi's wound slowly began to seep out again, Hua Qiangu hurriedly used his index finger to cut a small opening on his left arm, and suddenly the room was filled with the fragrance of blood, mixed with the strange plaster that Lan Yulan Feng had applied to her before, and it turned into a strange smell, even Hua Qiangu himself smelled it.

There was some blood on his hands, and he poked into Bai Zi's painting clothes again. Gritting his teeth, he smeared blood on his wound.

The wound healed as quickly as she expected, leaving not even the slightest trace.

The reason why the blood of Hua Qiangu had so many functions before was because it was the body of a god. As for the ordinary plants and flowers, they will die when they encounter them, because after all, it is the blood of the gods, and a drop is enough to moisten the common people, how can ordinary and ordinary weak lives withstand the grace and natural torment. Swords and other sharp weapons are the same, ordinary weapons are vainly trying to hurt the gods, and they are naturally broken. The preciousness that Dongfang Yuqing said before is also here. God has the power of creation, and it is not a problem to restore healing, so he can also give birth to a spirit worm of the level of Sugar Treasure.

And now, this god's blood also contains demon power, and the effect can be imagined. Hua Qiangu knew that Bai Zihua was guilty after being crucified for her, and now she saw him again because of her injuries. Regardless of his own safety, he rushed here to try to use his own blood to see if he could completely restore his immortal power to its original state like he had done when he was poisoned before.

Seeing that the effect is so significant, I can't help but be overjoyed, and this trip is really not in vain. She didn't believe that she gave all the blood in her body to the master, and she couldn't heal his injuries.

The hand slowly applied to several wounds on Bai Zihua's shoulders, waist, and back, as if caressing.

Hua Qiangu felt that her whole body was hot. The hand was even more so hot as if it was boiling in boiling water, as if it was about to burn.

But Master's body is like jade, like ice, soaked in bones, cool and smooth, and the touch is too stimulating.

Hua Qiangu resisted the urge to spray nosebleeds, and silently recited the heart mantra over and over again. When it was finally done, she let out a long sigh and withdrew her hand, but accidentally scratched it across Bai Zihua's chest. Feeling that his subordinates' bodies trembled slightly, Hua Qiangu was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

Dead dead, dead.

Hua Qiangu hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly. The disciple did not mean to offend the Master......

Look at Bai Zihua, he is indeed still unconscious, but he should still be slightly aware of the external environment.

Actually......

Actually......

Ran into ......

......

Hua Qiangu's face was red to the base of his neck, and he looked at his right hand with shame, eager to take a knife and chop it to pieces, and throw it to feed the dog.

The outside is youruo, even swallowing saliva, she really wants to touch it. Well, it's just thinking about it......

It took a long time for Hua Qiangu to stand up, and his legs were so weak that he couldn't do it. It may take a little more blood to get the external injuries and then the internal injuries and restore the immortal power.

Hua Qiangu saw that the cut on his arm had healed automatically, so he cut his wrist and put it to Bai Zihua's lips to let the blood slowly flow into his mouth.

The faint and almost invisible mark of the head of the head between Baizi's thrushes is also a proof of his status as an immortal, and as more and more blood flows into his mouth, the color slowly begins to become a little obvious.

Great, it really works. The power of demons to heal their own god body is still slightly limited, and it will leave some traces somewhat. But when used on other people, it is simply a cure for all diseases, and it has become a peerless panacea. In this way, I don't know if a person who has drunk his own blood can't attain enlightenment, but can he become an immortal?

Hua Qiangu saw that Baizi's painting immortal power was expected to recover, and he couldn't help but be overjoyed. For the first time in my life, I felt a slight sense of gratitude and happiness for my identity.

Even if he has the power of the demon god, he is forcibly suppressed, and the recovery from the injury is extremely slow. Now she has lost a lot of blood, and her eyes are dark. I'm afraid that I will be the first to hang up before I can cure my master. Hurriedly stopped the bleeding for a moment, raised his head, and gasped slightly with a pale face.

With a parched mouth, she staggered to her feet when she saw the tea on the table. I just took two steps and my arm was grabbed by someone. I was shocked, turned around in a hurry, and before I could react, my body was pulled hard and flew to the couch. Unfortunately, my head hit the wall and I was even more dizzy. Before I could see what was going on, I was rolled over and pressed underneath.