Wu Jingyu hugged Feng Qingzhuang, his body swayed, and disappeared in the same spot in the blink of an eye. He found an empty room in Xiangxue Plum Village, put her gently on the bed, and held her hand that could not be used at all.
The sadness and pain in the eyes cannot be expressed in words
"Zhuang'er, I haven't seen you for a few days, but you are so seriously injured. All your internal organs are damaged, your hands and feet are broken, and there are injuries everywhere on your body. Wake up. Wake up and tell me who hurt you like this."
They look like this, I will kill them for you.”
Looking at the injured man on the bed, Wu Jingyu's heart throbbed. He kept mumbling to himself that as the young master of the Holy Moon Clan, he had an unusual talent that was rare to see in thousands of years.
A prodigy, he is also the only possessor of golden spiritual power in the Holy Moon Clan.
Sitting by the bed, he kept holding Feng Qingzhuang's hand tightly, and the golden spiritual energy from his fingertips was constantly inputting into Feng Qingzhuang's body, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and the person on the bed still showed no sign of waking up.
At this moment, his heart ached and he could hardly breathe. A feeling of fear of loss welled up from the bottom of his heart. He was afraid that she would leave forever like this, and the yin and yang were separated.
Indeed, Feng Qingzhuang used the Suzaku Forbidden Spell when her body was severely overdrawn. The powerful and overbearing backlash not only made her a disabled person, but also her life was in danger at this moment.
Just when Wu Jingyu was in despair, Gan Sui walked in and saw Feng Qingzhuang who was seriously injured and unconscious on the bed. Her handsome face showed pain, but he still had something important to say.
"Young Master Wu, my master just woke up and asked me to come over and tell you that if you want to save your sister, then..."
Before Gan Sui finished speaking, Wu Jingyu's ghostly figure flashed out of the room like a breeze and went straight to Mei Yizhu's room.
In the main room, Mei Yizhu's face was as pale as paper, lying weakly on the bed while Gan Song was treating his wounds.
"Mei Yizhu, please tell me, is there any way to save Zhuang'er?" Wu Jingyu was so anxious that before he even entered the room, anxious voices came in.
"Gansong, you go down first!" Mei Yizhu's voice was as light as a feather, and she weakly ordered
"But, Master, are you injured?"
Gan Song saw that Mei Yizhu still had several large wounds that had not been treated, and he did not want to go out immediately. Mei Yizhu gave him a cold look, and Gan Song had no choice but to leave the room.
After Wu Jingyu stepped into the room, he rushed straight to the bedside. He stood beside the bed, his face covered with frost, his handsome eyes as sharp as arrows, condescendingly staring at Mei Yizhu coldly, his tone was extremely bad,
Asked: "What is the method?"
"Young Master Wu, please close the door first," Mei Yizhu's soft voice sounded. After hearing Gan Sui reveal Wu Jingyu's identity, he knew that Feng Qingzhuang's injuries could be cured, so he asked Gan Sui to invite him over.
Wu Jingyu's figure remained motionless. The hand behind him moved slightly, and with a wave of his broad sleeves, a strong wind swept out, and the open door closed automatically.
After the door was closed, Mei Yizhu forced his body to sit up, but he forced the teleportation technique, and all his spiritual energy was lost. He was extremely weak. Just when he sat up a little, he fell weakly to the bed.
Lying on the bed and panting
"What on earth are you going to do?" Wu Jingyu asked impatiently.
"I want to sit up. There is a secret passage under my bed. The mechanism that opens the secret passage is the raised plum blossom pattern on the bedside," Mei Yizhu said softly and slowly.
Hearing this, Wu Jingyu understood immediately. Without saying much, the long black silk ribbon on his sleeves was flung out, mixed with a dark force. As the long silk ribbon was rolled and pulled, Mei Yizhu was already standing firmly beside him, stretched out.
He stretched out a hand to support Mei Yizhu, and saw Wu Jingyu first sweeping away his sleeves and robe, causing the quilt on the bed to be lifted up by the strong wind, and then flicking his fingers, a powerful Qi finger shot towards the entrance of the secret passage with the plum blossom pattern.
Wu Jingyu jumped down the secret passage with Mei Yizhu, and the two of them turned a few corners and came to the secret room where the golden spiritual power in Feng Qingzhuang's body was last tested.
"Young Master Wu, there is a secret compartment on the white jade table in the middle of the secret room. Inside is my lifelong secret "Rejuvenation Technique" and a nine-turn life-sustaining pill. Go take it out and give the nine-turn life-sustaining pill to the goddess.
Taking it can extend your life for nine days. You must learn the rejuvenation technique within these nine days and use the golden spiritual power in your body to repair the injuries of the goddess."
Mei Yizhu said so many words in one breath. He was so weak that he broke out in a cold sweat, gasped for air, swayed, his vision went dark, and he passed out again.
"Damn, it's really useless"
Seeing this, Wu Jingyu tugged his lips, cursed softly, held Mei Yizhu's hand with one hand, and injected a trace of golden spiritual power into his body. Mei Yizhu's closed pupils faintly opened.
"Stand still, I'm going to get the "Rejuvenation Technique" and the Nine-turn Life-Sustaining Pill" Wu Jingyu's cold and ice-like voice sounded.
After all, he still resented Mei Yizhu in his heart. After entering Xiangxue Plum Village alone, in just a few days, he became like that, wandering on the edge of life and death. Anyone who encounters such a situation will be
没有好脸色要不是瞧见梅毅竹自己也是一副半死不活的样子,巫惊羽早就动手暴揍他一顿为心爱的女人出气
Mei Yizhu nodded and leaned his whole body against the wall of the secret room. Wu Jingyu let go of Mei Yizhu and walked quickly to the white jade desk, opened the secret compartment and took out the two things.
"We got the things, let's go," Wu Jingyu said
After saying that, the two of them returned along the same path.
Returning to the ground, Wu Jingyu threw Mei Yizhu on the bed, and regardless of whether he was dead or alive, he directly used Qinggong, increasing his speed to the extreme, and rushed to the room where Feng Qingzhuang was sleeping and hurriedly took out the nine pills.
Putting the life-extending pill into Feng Qingzhuang's mouth, her deep magnetic voice was indescribably gentle, completely different from the cold tone she used when speaking to others.
"Zhuang'er, be good, be obedient, and quickly swallow this nine-turn life-sustaining pill."
However, Feng Qingzhuang, who was in a severe coma, was in a state of shock, both physically and mentally. She could not hear anything. She kept holding the Nine Turns Life-Sustaining Pill in her mouth but refused to swallow it.
"Zhuang'er, if you are unwilling to swallow the Nine Revolutions Life-Sustaining Pill, then I will have to feed it to you."
Wu Jingyu lowered his head and leaned into the ears of the unconscious Feng Qingzhuang. His soft voice was like the spring rain in April, moistening everything silently. He patiently coaxed the sleeping person, but the only answer he received was a deathly sound.
silence
"Zhuang'er, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your promise," Wu Jingyu continued to say softly.
Yaya, he didn't even think about it. He was already in a severe coma. How could he talk?
After saying that, Wu Jingyu took out the Nine-turn Life-Sustaining Pill that Feng Qingzhuang had in her mouth, put it in her own mouth, leaned down, and gently pressed her warm and moist red lips against her pale and bloodless lips.