Qianmo Qingcheng ignored the two people's ill intentions and focused solely on how to save Luo Xue's life.
Saving people is the reason why they came this time. Time waits for no one. Grandpa Bai got up, walked to the bed, and began to teach Xue Linger how to release the power of snow to fully exert the effect of the Jade Blood Jade Flower.
Xue Ling'er is a smart child, and the power of snow itself is the power in her body, so she can learn it as soon as she is taught.
Qianmo Qingcheng focused entirely on Luo Xue, without even blinking, for fear that if she blinked, Luo Xue would be in danger.
The jade-blood jade flower was sacrificed into the air by Xue Ling'er using her spiritual power.
The greatest treasure in the world is truly rare.
The red and green aura flows outward along the petals of the jade-blood jade flower.
Xue Ling'er's small body was in front of the bed, holding the magic formula, eyes closed, and concentrating on releasing the power of snow.
Jade blood jade flowers were sacrificed on Yun Luoxue's chest.
The white light dances, bit by bit, like snowflakes overflowing from Xue Linger's fingertips, forming a silver-white line in the air, and entering the purple heart of the jade-blood jade flower.
The green blood jade flower that was motionless in mid-air suddenly began to rotate, causing the six-color petals to begin to receive the power of snow emitted by Xue Ling'er.
Time passes, like a stream, passing by silently.
Xue Ling'er's face gradually turned pale. She was still young. After all, releasing the power of snow required a lot of mental and spiritual energy. It was inevitable that her face would look strange.
Qianmo Qingcheng's eyes darkened slightly, and while she was worried about Luo Xue, she was also worried about Xue Linger.
The white light emitted from the fingertips became lighter and lighter, until it finally turned transparent, and the green blood jade flowers spinning in the air gradually stopped.
Xue Ling'er opened her watery eyes and bit her lips slightly, trying not to let her body faint due to overdraft of spiritual energy.
Taking a deep breath, Xue Ling'er mustered up all her strength and poured the last beam of light towards the jade-blood jade flower.
Like meteors chasing the moon, flying in the sky and pouring into the jade flowers.
The flowers gradually moved downward, gradually approaching Yun Luoxue's heart.
The red light flashed slightly in the air, and the green blood jade flower finally turned into a stream of red light, entering Luo Xue's body at the heart.
His originally pale face gradually turned red, and his weak breathing gradually became clearer.
The Jade Blood Jade Flower is the most precious flower. Its effects are fully exerted. You can imagine how good the effect will be.
Qian Mo Qingcheng's heart felt like there was a heavy stone hanging on his heart. Seeing Luo Xue's breathing gradually return to normal, and finally relaxing all over, nothing worried him more than this.
"alright."
Xue Ling'er said weakly, then her head fell and she fainted.
If the body is overdrawn with such a large amount of spiritual energy, it will inevitably fall into coma.
Qianmo Qingcheng caught it with sharp eyes and quick hands, frowning slightly.
Grandpa Bai didn't look nervous at all. Xue Linger's situation was already within his expectation.
Taking Xue Ling'er from Qian Mo Qingcheng's hand, Grandpa Bai took a look at his injuries and said, "Qian Mo Qingcheng, Ling'er is fine. Yun Luoxue won't wake up until she rests for a while. It's your injury, if you don't want to be disabled
, then just treat him."
As early as on the way back, Qian Mo Qingcheng told Grandpa Bai the name of Luo Xue.
Qian Mo Qingcheng glanced at the person on the bed, and a soft color flowed in her cold eyes.
Call Shen Yu and send Grandpa Bai and Xue Linger to the next room to rest.
Let Xiaobao guard Yun Luoxue in front of the bed.
He then went to his room to heal his wounds.
In the room, a piece of sandalwood incense was burning on the jade table, and the smoke was like a layer of gauze lingering in the air, giving it a clear and hazy feeling.
Qian Mo Qingcheng sat on a chair indoors, lifted up his skirt, and looked at his feet. The stab wounds on his legs were like scars, arranged horizontally on his legs.