Before he could lose heart, the wind blew behind him, and he fell into the arms that he had been familiar with for more than a day, and he started running.
"Where is what you want?" Hu Qing was extremely anxious.
The space in the barrier is not large, there is only one acre of land, and it is full of plants, some withered and some full of life. Hu Qing has already guessed that what the man is looking for is spiritual plants.
The man's body was cold and his lips were gray: "Crimson... crimson... fruit."
At a glance, Hu Qing saw a small tree with vermilion fruits hanging on it. It looked so familiar. It was only when he came here that he saw the picture from Manager Jiang.
Unexpectedly, she was so lucky that she actually met him.
Gathering Fruit.
She immediately thought that the man wanted to use this fruit to repair his Dantian.
The tree is not tall enough to reach Hu Qing's chest, but it bears a lot of fruit, about ten or so.
Without thinking too much, Hu Qing ran to the tree with the man in his arms, squatted down with his legs, held the man in one hand to hold him in place, and grabbed a fruit with the other hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
Afraid that he wouldn't be able to chew it, he exerted force with his fingers and scratched the fruit into pieces. When the man sucked it in, it all went into his throat.
Before he could cough it up, he was poured out of a bamboo tube and poured down tons and tons of water.
Hu Qing threw the bamboo tube away, picked some fruits, crushed them and fed them to him: "You have to be patient first, and then you can save your life."
The man was unable to resist, so he had to eat and eat. After finally eating three red fruits, the spiritual power in his body was replenished. He had the strength to hold Hu Qing's wrist: "Wait - wait -"
Hu Qing paused: "Alive?"
Man: "...draw the knife."
Hu Qing's eyes moved, and he suddenly realized that the knife was still inserted in the Dantian. No matter how magical the fruit was, it could not grow the dagger into the Dantian.
He quickly laid him down and put his hand on the dagger: "Draw him alive?"
The man was speechless, what else? Should he be cooked and then pulled out and cut into pieces?
He said: "You just follow the direction of the knife and pull it out, it doesn't matter, the sooner the better."
Hu Qing shook her fingers and pulled out the knife. In the apocalypse, she would pull out more and insert more, and she was absolutely sure to pull it out the same way. But - looking at the man's face, although it was a little better than before, it was still
He looked like he was dying.
She suddenly stood up, plucked all the red fruits and piled them on his chest: "You eat, I'll pull them out."
The man was a little shocked: "I don't need so much -"
"Eat it first. I can't save you all my hard work just for a few broken fruits." Hu Qing motioned for him to eat, holding the dagger with his finger.
The man stared at her blankly, then subconsciously nibbled on the red fruits. He nibbled on one, but she didn't do it, and then nibbled on another one, but she didn't do it yet.
Hu Qing licked his lips: "What does it smell like?"
Man: "Ah? Sweet?"
Whoosh, the dagger was pulled out, and a blood arrow spurted out. Hu Qing patted it down with a palm, and the man howled.
Hu Qing covered the wound with his right hand and used his left hand to stuff him with red fruits: "Eat quickly, eat quickly."
The man was so painful that he shed tears, and his throat also hurt. He was forced to swallow, and his spiritual power surged, nourishing the exhausted meridians, and forcibly running the exercises.
Hu Qing was still asking: "Is it okay? Is it okay? Stop the bleeding first?"
The man could no longer care about her. As soon as the technique started to work, due to the broken Dantian, the meridians and spiritual power were out of control. He had to use his remaining consciousness to control, suppress, and guide the spiritual power to run according to the path of the technique, while repairing it.
After the meridians are completely repaired, the Dantian can be repaired in reverse.
It is almost impossible to repair the Dantian with meridians. If he hadn't happened to have an accident near this valley, if he hadn't happened to know that there was a Spirit Gathering Fruit in the valley, if someone hadn't happened to have rescued him and brought him here - he was preparing
Demonized.
To cultivate demons, there is no need to limit the Dantian. It is a fact that he was killed, and it has nothing to do with the false and shallow friendship. He does not need to hesitate at all about revenge. If he cannot avenge his revenge by cultivating immortals, then he should cultivate demons.
The second before he made up his mind, Hu Qing stepped on him. He suddenly wanted to give it a try, to see if everyone was evil and indifferent.
He thought that he had met a very special person. Although she was a mortal, she was like a tenacious thread that made him reluctant to give up and the warmth and light he had pursued in the past.
They have all come this far. With her mortal body, she hugged herself and walked here step by step. He did not believe that this would be his end.
The man was completely focused on repairing the injury. She couldn't get an answer to her gentle inquiry, so she couldn't care less. She took out various hemostatic medicines from the storage bag, stabbed and tore open the clothes at the wound - uh, forcefully
It's a bit bigger, the tear is a bit big...ahem.
She poured all the medicine powder on. The white and yellow medicine powder was quickly soaked with blood and turned red. The blood was still flowing out.
Hu Qing looked around anxiously, his eyes lit up, and he saw the leaves of the plant next to him, which stopped the bleeding!
She looked at the man and saw that he was concentrating with his eyes closed and didn't even bother to eat the fruit. She immediately crushed a fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. Then she picked up a handful of leaves to stop bleeding, stuffed it into her mouth and chewed it.
Spit twice on the wound, chew again, spit again, chew again and spit again.
My eyes kept searching around, and I found a plant that could stop bleeding better. I rushed over and took out my hoe and dug hard. I dug out a large piece of roots. I didn't bother to wash them. I dug up the soil on them and pressed them on it.
on the wound.
Looking at the person again, he crushed two fruits with his hands covered in blood, mud, and broken leaves and roots and stuffed them inside.
Then apply the wound, and then feed the fruit. More than a dozen fruits were all imported, but Hu Qing still felt that it was not enough, so she picked all the fruits that she knew were good for the body and fed them in, including all the leaves, stems, and roots that stopped bleeding.
He dug it all out, chewed it, mashed it and applied it to the wound. The valley in the mountain crevice was dark and dim, and the people on the ground finally opened their eyes and came to life.
As soon as he came to life, he felt tremendous pressure from his belly. He saw a mountain growing on his belly. It was a mountain of medicine that exuded a strange smell.
Jaw-dropping.
Did you receive any miraculous treatment?
The sound of footsteps sounded in his ears, and he saw a haggard face appear, and his savior was holding a handful of grass in his hand.
Hu Qing breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him waking up: "You finally woke up. If you don't wake up, I really don't know what to feed you."
Looking at the handful of grass, the man showed a rare expressionless expression. At this moment, he felt that his stomach was abnormally full: "Can I ask, what have you fed me?"
Hu Qinghu exhaled: "I'll feed you everything you can eat here."
man:"..."
"Oh, don't worry, I didn't feed you anything I thought was poisonous."
He struggled to get up, but was suppressed by the mountain of medicine in his stomach.
Hu Qing: "You're not bleeding anymore, are you?"
He looked at the mountain of medicine. With such a mountain pressing down, it would be difficult to bleed.
"Stop bleeding. I want to sit up."
Hu Qing stepped forward, pushed with his hand, and the mountain of medicine collapsed. The man felt bad. Why was his belly so cold? Not only his belly, but also the top and bottom of his belly...
Hu Qingding looked at it a few times and told him regretfully: "There is no bleeding, but there may be scars, which will not look good."
