Lan Jieyu looked at Lan Qingling's expression and knew that Xiao Lixi must not be optimistic.
To be able to make a person called "Medical Immortal" like this, God knows what kind of poison Mo Yanche gave him.
Lan Jieyu asked: "How is Li Xi?"
Lan Qingling retracted her hand, pondered for a moment, and rolled up the clothes on Xiao Lixi's arms, revealing a trace of fair skin.
"Gudu Gudu——"
A suspicious sound of swallowing was heard. Xiao Lixi glared at a certain girl who was drooling and said in a deep voice: "Princess, please respect yourself."
cut!
This sentence again, can it be a little new?
Lan Jieyu rolled his eyes and didn't care about Xiao Lixi's words. He stared at Xiao Lixi's long arms with clear flesh and bones with his big, sly eyes.
Alas, her Lixi family, except for her ordinary face, is completely blue-faced and brings disaster to the country and the people - look at this figure, look at this skin, look at these eyes.
Tsk tsk, as the saying goes, rabbits don’t eat the grass beside their nests, so the princess can only swallow hard at the handsome man.
Lan Qingling untied the gauze on his arm, looked at the wound carefully, and then tied it up again.
"Li Xi, who did you fight with?" Lan Qingling asked.
"Mo Qingyue."
"Mo Qingyue..." Lan Qingling frowned and continued to ask: "What weapon did she use?"
"A soft sword."
Xiao Lixi recalled the battle not long ago. The girl was dressed in blue, as if she had descended from the sky. Although her face was covered with blue gauze, she could not hide the cruelty and ruthlessness in her eyes.
The soft sword in her hand was made of unknown material. It was crystal clear and extremely sharp. His weapon was cut in half by the soft sword. If he hadn't dodged quickly, he would have only injured one part of his arm.
, I'm afraid that my whole body will be cut into two pieces by that meager soft sword.
"Soft sword...soft sword..."
Lan Qingling stood up and walked back and forth along the bed, mumbling something.
"Auntie, is there something wrong with that sword?" Lan Jieyu asked.
Lan Qingling stopped and turned around and said, "Did your father ever tell you about the three most powerful weapons in the world?"
"The moon is like a hook, lovesickness is thin, and Biqi's voice is like a quiet song." Lan Jieyu recited this sentence and said: "My father once said that this sentence represents the three most noble weapons in the world, blood jade.
The bone flute 'The Moon Is Like a Hook', the crystal iron dagger 'Beheads Acacia', and the emerald silk fan 'Ode to Biqi'."
"Yes, Biqi Song is a weapon carried by Emperor Tianche Mo Zhilan, Xiangsi is in the hands of Feng Xizi, the head of the Feng family, and Yueru Gou is a national treasure passed down from generation to generation in Loulan."
Lan Qingling nodded, thought for a while, and finally spoke: "Although I'm not sure, the weapon that injured Li Xi should be Zhan Xiangsi."
"Zhan Xiangsi? Isn't that a dagger?" After Lan Jieyu asked, his smart little head immediately understood, "Could it be that someone refined Zhan Xiangsi and recast it into a soft sword?"
"That should be the case." Lan Qingling said slowly: "Zhan Xiangsi is forged from crystal iron, and its whole body is crystal white. If you are injured by it, the wound will not heal easily. The sword energy of Han Tie will cut off the blood. Li Xi is now
This is the case.”
Xiao Lixi lowered her head and looked at her bandaged arm. No wonder it had been so long since she returned to Shuoyue. Not only had the wound on her arm not healed, but she could not move her entire arm.
"In addition, the soft sword is also quenched with poison." Lan Qingling sighed softly: "This poison is called Tumi. It is not fatal, but it will dissolve the poisoned person's internal energy. It will dissolve every seven days.
Level one, until the internal strength is exhausted and the martial arts is abolished."