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Opening his mouth, Fusang almost blurted out "Brother Xiao".
"What did you just say?" Fusang's voice was trembling slightly. Can she really go home?
Vincent sat down next to Fusang,
"The road to the outside world is in the Tuoba tribe. If you want to go home, you must first pass through the Tuoba tribe."
Fusang nodded, he had heard Yanzhi mention this before, but,
"I heard that the Tuoba tribe is causing trouble and is not stable. It is not easy to get in."
Vincent raised his hand and pointed in the distance,
"Follow him and you can get in!"
Fusang looked along Wen Sheng's hand, and finally his eyes fell on Ji Yu. It turned out to be because Ji Yu came from the Tuoba tribe and had a noble status. He was most likely from the royal family.
"Is there no other way?" Besides relying on Feng Teng, can we only go through the Tuoba tribe? In the end, we are still struggling on Feng Teng's territory.
Vincent shook his head silently,
"No."
Fusang sighed in frustration. Since Ji Yu escaped from the Tuoba tribe, he would not go back so easily. If he really followed him, God knows, he would have to wait until the year of the monkey to return to the Tuoba tribe and then go home.
Therefore, this road is simply not feasible.
"Ji Yu's injury has healed. If you want to leave, you can leave at any time." Fusang gave Vincent good advice. It was obvious that they had a very important mission, otherwise Vincent would not have come all the way to find Ji Yu.
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"Aren't you going to join them? They can take you home!" A cold voice sounded from above the head, holding back some anger, but with infinite tenderness.
Fusang raised her head in joy, but she immediately concealed her joy. She shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be so excited when she saw Feng Teng.
Feng Teng was as black as ever, and Fusang couldn't help but think of what she once told him, that she wanted to make him some clothes. It turned out that she had said a lot to him, but also failed to do a lot.
Seeing that Vincent was still present, Fusang said nothing, lowered his head and looked at the ground.
She really wanted to go home, but why couldn't Feng Teng understand her feelings at all?
Her father hasn't been found yet, and her second sister hasn't been found yet. There are always several big rocks weighing on her heart, and she can't relax at all.
If Feng Teng treats himself sincerely, he shouldn't use the so-called blood contract as a pretext to prevent himself from being harmed. In fact, it is just an excuse to not want him to leave.
Vincent raised his head slightly, glanced at Feng Teng quickly, then lowered his head,
"We will get up and rush back to Tuoba immediately, so you might as well follow us. Since you saved him and made this request to him, he will not refuse you. Besides, one more of you is not much."
"Let me think about it!" At first, Fusang was not sure when they would go back, but now, Vincent gave her a clear time, which made her waver.
However, Fusang still had hope. She was still waiting, when Feng Teng suddenly said to her with a straight face,
"Woman, you are really troublesome. I will take you home tomorrow!"
That face is obviously very stinky, but it indulges and pampers him. Even though he always looks impatient, he always responds to his requests.
"Woman~" Feng Teng called Fusang again, was she going to continue to ignore herself like this?
Fusang tilted her chin, looked up, opened her lips, and said with lip language:
"I won't go back with you, and I don't need your help. I can go home by myself!"
Feng Tengpiao sat down next to Fusang and said nothing because he really didn't know what to say. He only knew that his heart was aching.
Vincent glanced at Feng Teng, also looking into the distance silently.
There was a lot of excitement in the front, but here, it was unusually silent, forming a sharp contrast. The three of them sat side by side tacitly, but everyone had their own little thoughts.
"Ah~ help!" Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced the night sky. Even so noisy, the cry was not covered up.
Fusang was startled, stood up suddenly, and ran over.
"Uncle Weng, Uncle Weng, what's wrong with you?"
"Dad, dad~"
"Grandpa, grandpa~"
The crowd gradually became quiet, and they all gathered around Uncle Weng who was lying on the ground. Luo Yin and Yanzhi called eagerly.
Fusang pushed aside the crowd, got in, and saw Uncle Weng lying with a pale face, his eyes tightly closed, and his eyelids and lips were slightly purple, which seemed to be poisoning.
"Yanzhi, hurry up and disperse the crowd. Don't crowd around. This will make it more difficult for your grandpa to breathe. Hurry up!" Fusang pushed Yanzhi away and ordered. He then started to check. He opened Weng Bo's eyelids and found that his pupils began to shrink.
The whites of the eyes were abnormally dark yellow, and the breathing was weak, with more air coming out and less air coming in. There were no wounds on the whole body, but the whole body began to glow dark red, with patches of purple spots, large and small, in the shape of petals.
Fusang has been following Bai Qingchen for so long and has never seen such symptoms before, but the only thing that is certain is that it is poisoning.
"Little sheep~" Fusang exclaimed in a panic. There is no way to determine what kind of poison he was poisoned. The only way is to rely on Feng Teng to keep Weng Bo alive for the time being and give her some time to study it.
No one knew what Fusang meant by shouting, but Feng Teng did come over, looked at Uncle Weng, and then at Fusang,
"how?"
"Save him!" Fusang pursed her lips. In the end, she had to beg him!
In the face of death, people are so powerless and helpless, so there are so many people who want to ascend to heaven and live forever.
However, how can we be called a complete human being if we do not experience birth, old age, illness and death?
"I can only temporarily suppress the speed of the poison swimming in his body, and there is nothing else I can do!" Feng Teng knew at a glance that Uncle Weng was poisoned, and the poison he was poisoned was not an ordinary poison, but the rarely seen purple cinnamon.
Poison, a highly poisonous substance extracted from purple parsley flowers.
But under his Holy Dragon Mountain, it is impossible for purple celery flowers to survive. Who brought it?
"No matter what, I will find a way to delay it as long as it lasts!" Fusang put his finger on Weng Bo's nose, his breath getting weaker and weaker.
Feng Teng cut his finger, and the dragon's blood seeped into Weng Bo's mouth.
"Grandpa, grandpa~" The crowd gradually dispersed, and Yanzhi knelt beside Weng Bo and shouted anxiously.
"Yanzhi, don't worry, with Miss Fusang here, your grandfather will be fine!" Ji Yu frowned and put his hands on Yanzhi's shoulders, and could only comfort him.
Fusang ignored everyone and just observed Weng Bo's situation. The red spots on his body began to fade away, and his face began to regain its rosiness.
"Brother Luo Yin, the fire outside is too dry. You take Uncle Weng in first, and I'll find some herbs!" Luo Yin's seven souls lost their six souls. Only after Fusang's fierce push did they come back to their senses and hurriedly
Uncle Weng hugged him in.
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