Wuhua danced his sword crazily in the garden, and all the surrounding trees, rocks, and trees had been destroyed by him. Qingcheng sat far away in a pavilion, leaning on the pavilion railing, thinking about how to save the prince.
Every detail of it is obviously the same medicine, so why does Ling'er just wake up, but Xuanyuan Chengtian is alive and kicking.
Kicking down, he looked at Ling'er who was leaning on the recliner with unconscious but clear eyes open and silent. Qingcheng was thinking: Which link is the problem? Suddenly he remembered, the old man in the valley
When he gave himself the Nine-Death Resurrection Herb, he told himself that this combination could not completely detoxify, it could only make people wake up. Xuanyuan Chengtian's awakening must have happened before he was poisoned and changed it.
everything.
I recall in detail the scene of my trip to Lingxiao Mountain two years ago. I rode horseback with Xuanyuan Chengtian, rested on the way, met Night Demon Princess, picked it up by mistake, and was discovered by Xuanyuan Chengtian. Then Xuanyuan Chengtian was poisoned because he protected her.
The last step was to look for medicine until Xuanyuan Chengtian woke up. There was nothing wrong with it.
If there is no problem with the medicine, then something happened to the poisoned person. During the coma, Xuanyuan Chengtian could not move, so of course nothing would happen, but what happened before the poisoning? But what happened before the poisoning!
Qingcheng thought hard, but still couldn't figure it out. Wuhua was still waving the long sword crazily. He had a strong move before, but now he was slashing randomly.
Qingcheng looked upset for a while, without thinking, he stood up and walked over, shouting as he walked: "Wuhua, stop waving, it's annoying to watch..."
Wuhua was astonished and tried hard to cut off the branches that fell from the air. With a wave of his hand, the branches and scattered gravel flew towards Qingcheng. When Wuhua saw Qingcheng coming towards this side, he quickly raised his palm.
After slapping away the debris, there was still a section of tree branch that carried the sword energy from before and headed straight towards Qingcheng.
Qingcheng exclaimed, stretched out his hand to block it, and the sharp branches flew past his palm.
He retracted his hand and took a closer look. Near the big thumb, a small cut had been made, and bright red blood oozed out.
"Are you okay?"
Wuhua had already thrown away the sword, grabbed Qingcheng's hand and looked at it, then put it into his mouth and sucked it gently. He put it down again and looked at it carefully, sprinkled the powder he brought with him, and looked at Qingcheng.
Cheng: "Fortunately, it's okay."
Qingcheng opened his eyes wide and looked at everything he did. Once upon a time, someone had done this to him. An idea flashed in his mind: It was Xuanyuan Chengtian! Could it be?
"Wuhua, I know how to save Ling'er." Pulling up Wuhua, who was still full of concern, he looked at her with a happy face. Then he ran to Ling'er and looked directly into her eyes: "Ling'er
, you are saved."
After teaching Ling'er to the girl next to him, he pulled Wuhua, who was still full of doubts, and ran to the garden where countless Night Demon Queens were planted. He quickly picked the Nine-Death Resurrection Grass and Night Demon Queen.
Looking at the gurgling medicine, Qingcheng thought it was almost done! He reached out and took out his dagger from his waist.
"What are you going to do?" Wuhua was shocked and pulled Qingcheng's finger under the dagger.
"Save Ling'er!" Qingcheng said, gritting his teeth and gently pulling the dagger, bright red blood immediately flowed out from his fingertips and dripped into the medicine jar.
"Okay." Just when Qingcheng was still looking at the blood dripping and wondering if it was enough, Wuhua grabbed Qingcheng's hand and put the injured finger into his mouth, looking at Qingcheng with his eyes.
City, there is a trace of gratitude and a trace of heartache.
A bowl of medicine with Qingcheng's blood flowed into Ling'er's mouth.
Second after second passed, Qingcheng and Wuhua stared nervously at Ling'er, watching her reaction.
Ling'er still kept her empty eyes open, looking at them.
A ray of light flashed, and Qingcheng Yixi was too late to catch Wuhua. "Brother." Ling'er's sweet voice could already be heard.
"Ah, Linger is fine." Qingcheng jumped up, hugged Wuhua who was standing next to him, smiled desperately, and shook him: "Linger is fine. I saved Linger! Linger
She can speak! She is calling her brother!"
Qingcheng repeated these words, smiling desperately. When he met Wuhua's charming and gentle eyes, his face became embarrassed and he let go.
Turning around to look at Ling'er, the little girl looked at Qingcheng with a smile on her face. Her eyes were full of curiosity and love.
"Brother." When Linger saw Qingcheng looking at her, she called Wuhua and hid in his arms.
Seeing Wuhua stroking Ling'er's hair lovingly, his eyes sparkling. Qingcheng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: In this era, where are the people who love him?
He left silently, not disturbing the reunion that the two brothers and sisters had been seeing each other for every day, but had been separated for five years.