Chapter 1292: Practicing Kungfu to cure diseases 4
Although Xi'er kept explaining things to her at first, she still believed that everything that happened to Mei Qing was her fault. If it hadn't been for her... Mei Qing would not have been arrested, let alone disappeared.
Although no one has given up looking for Mei Qing after such a long time, people's hopes are getting lower and lower as time goes by. Unless, unless Mei Huan, who was blown into powder, can be brought back to life, he can tell them.
, where did she hide Mei Qing? However, in such an explosion, how could Mei Huan survive again?
"Ling'er said that he would come back during Xiao Mo'er's birthday celebration." Shangguan Yuntian looked at Xi'er with a faint smile on his lips, but, "Do you have anything else to ask, madam?"
Xi'er grinned and said, "Mr.
"Madam, what are you doing with this jade flute?" Shangguan Yuntian sighed softly, "There is something strange about this jade flute. I haven't figured it out yet..."
"Ms. sir, I'm so tired! Can you take me back to your room to rest?" Upon hearing Shangguan Yuntian's words, Xi'er immediately said softly. While speaking, she raised her hand to touch her forehead.
Shangguan Yuntian quickly picked her up and walked quickly into the house while asking worriedly: "Are you tired again? I'll give you some more internal energy."
Xi'er lay in Shangguan Yuntian's arms, nodding slightly and almost imperceptibly, with a slight smile on her lips. However, she soon frowned again. She still had to do this, and she had to follow her lead.
My husband, please give me a good talk.
When they arrived at the room, Xi'er was lying down, and Shangguan Yuntian naturally sat half beside her, letting her head rest on his lap.
"Ms. sir, I've been thinking about it." This time, before Shangguan Yuntian could speak, Xi'er spoke first to show off.
"What?" Shangguan Yuntian looked at Xi'er's face carefully. Although his face was slightly pale, it did not look haggard. Xi'er's figure was already on the thin side, so she did not appear to be emaciated at this time.
"My antidote is still in the flute."
"How do you say this?" Upon hearing Xi'er's statement, Shangguan Yuntian immediately remembered those images when Xi'er played the flute that day...
"These days, I have taken so many magical medicines... With those medicines, let alone replenishing my energy and energy, it is not difficult to bring me back to life. However, they have no effect on me."