He was jumping up and down in front of Bei Mu Kuang like a clown. No wonder he had been watching silently as if watching a play. It turned out that the little Jiujiu in his heart was clearly spread out in his palm. He glanced at him walking beside him.
, Qingcheng was as dejected as if all his energy had been exhausted, and he quietly stopped talking.
"Girl, you've made two troubles, and now you're a well-known figure in this town!" Bei Mu said jokingly.
Qingcheng took a look and saw that there were people on the street pointing at her, whispering and laughing.
"Let's speed up and go back to Bei Mu as soon as possible! Otherwise, I don't know what ideas you will come up with to amuse me!" Bei Mu said with a wild smile, reaching out to hold Qingcheng and mount his horse.
"I'm not going to Beimu, I want to go back to the Imperial Capital of Tianchen!" Qingcheng pouted, then turned around to avoid the hand he extended and ran forward with a beep.
"Haha! The girl is not good!" He smiled and got on his horse, walking slowly beside Qingcheng.
There were a large number of people watching in front, and shrill cries could be heard. Qingcheng didn't even think about it, he just pushed through the crowd and ran in.
A middle-aged man was lying flat on a wooden cart. He had dark skin, his eyes were closed, and his fists were clenched, as if he was asleep. What surprised Qingcheng was that there were strands of strands coming out of his clenched fists.
of rays of light.
"My husband! If you leave, how will we, the ladies, live in the future?" A woman cried and cried beside her, full of sadness. She was holding two children of several years old in her hands.
The onlookers couldn't help but be moved, shook their heads and sighed: "Oh, Sister Feng is so pitiful!"
Qingcheng took a step forward and ran to the side of the cart. He grabbed the man's clenched fist and opened it with all his strength: a petal of Night Demon Queen disappeared in a moment and turned into a ray of glow floating in the air.
"Miss, my husband is dead, what are you going to do?" The man pulling the cart stopped, and the woman stopped crying. She raised her tearful eyes in confusion and asked. Everyone around looked at her.
, I don’t know what she wants to do!
"He's not dead, he's just poisoned!" Qingcheng raised his eyes and looked at the woman and said. Unexpectedly, the woman said without surprise: "I know!"
"Then why not save him!" Qingcheng was puzzled!
"Alas! Miss, I think you must be an outsider. Here in our country, people are poisoned by the devil's flower every year. But because no one in the world can cure the poison, what's the difference between death and death!
If he can't be saved or revived, the rich people have no choice but to continue to care for him, while the people who have no money and can't even support themselves have to treat him as dead and bury him hastily!" After the woman finished speaking, she couldn't help but burst into tears again.
, she lay down on the man and cried
: "Poor my husband! How could you have the heart to abandon us!"
Someone was there to dissuade me.
Qingcheng stretched out his hand to hold her and smiled: "I can save him!"
The woman's eyes widened in astonishment, and everyone in the room was silent. Everyone in the room, including Bei Mu Kuang, looked at her in surprise.
The place was peaceful and quiet!
"Miss, don't be ridiculous, I haven't heard of anyone being able to cure this poison!" The woman didn't believe it.
"I can really figure it out!" Qingcheng smiled and said with certainty.
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Under the guidance of some people, Qingcheng, with the help of Bei Mu Kuang, collected the Devil's Flower in the nearby mountains.
When Bei Mu Kuang found out that Ye Moji's antidote actually required Qingcheng's blood, he strongly opposed Qingcheng's promise to save the poisoned people in this town! He said: "Let them die! People are already dying every year.
, I don’t care if these few more die!”
Qingcheng pushed him away coldly and said angrily: "What is your heart made of? How can you be so cold and refuse to save anyone? Don't you see how pitiful Sister Feng is? After her husband dies, she will not be saved in the future.
How to live!"
Bei Mu laughed wildly, picked up a knife and grabbed Qingcheng's wrist, and said coldly: "You are kind, you are noble! You pity them, then just drain your blood and save them!" He finished.
, the blade slashed hard. Qingcheng was so scared that he closed his eyes, feeling a pain in his wrist. Qingcheng opened his eyes and saw that there was no blood flowing out as expected, only a light red mark protruding from the surface of the skin.
Bei Mu Kuang looked at her with a knife and smiled evilly. He slashed with the back of the knife!