Jing Ao looked sad, and only felt a little comfort when he saw Wuxin. Although he was in a broad mind, he was also bound by emotions.
"Wuxin, go and see Chen, he is really bad."
Wuxin's face was cold, she frowned and said, "Where is the master?"
"She went to see Jing Hao, but I wonder if she could save Jing Hao." Jing Ao was uneasy and couldn't guess what Qiongying was thinking for a moment.
Wuxin was a little surprised when he heard this.
Jing Ao begged and said, "Wuxin, go and see Chen."
Wuxin only looked at the pavilion in front of him, with a cold expression and unmoved.
At this time, Qingjun walked over, looked at Jing Ao, and asked in a weird tone: "Is Helian Jiuge dead?"
Jing Ao glanced at Qingjun coldly. Qingjun naturally would not care about the life and death of Chen and Jinghao. He only cared about whether the enemy died.
"If you can save Nangong Chen, I will kill Helian Jiuge." Jing Ao said word by word.
"It's just that I'm not dead yet. What a pity. I don't understand medical skills and can't save people. However, now I don't want to kill Helian Jiuge. If you can kill Wu Yue, I believe Wuxin will save Nangong Chen."
Jun glanced at Wuxin and said with a curl of his lips.
Jing Ao sneered, Qingjun was indeed cruel enough. Now Helian Jiuge is seriously injured, so he may take advantage of this to kill Helian Jiuge, but it is impossible to kill Wu Yue.
Not to mention that he and Wu Yue have no grudges, just because Wu Yue is the holy lord of the Palace of Light, wouldn’t he go to die?
Qingjun ignored the two and walked towards the pavilion. Nangong Chen and the other three could not kill one Helian Jiuge, and they returned with injuries. Perhaps Helian Jiuge was not much better.
"Who is inside?" Qingjun's implication was not to ask, but to go in.
"Master and the son of the Dongfang family, the master cannot disturb him if he has orders." Ye Chen's tone was indifferent.
Qingjun stopped asking, her face turned gloomy, but she did not leave, waiting with Ye Chen.
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The room was filled with a bitter smell of medicine, and the people on the bed looked pale and breathed very little, as if they were present or not.
Qiongying sat down beside the bed, stretched out his hand to cover his forehead, a little cold.
Jing Hao's eyes closed, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his usual tight lips stretched out at this moment, revealing a little cuteness. The frost between his eyebrows melted, leaving only a faint melancholy.
"Didn't you say you want to seek revenge on me?"
"I can't save you, maybe I shouldn't kill your mother and father."
Qiongying talked to herself. She didn't remember why she wanted to kill someone at that time. Maybe it was angering her, as if it was.
"I can't decide your life and death, but I don't want you to die."
Otherwise, she would not have been allowed to let the freedom of the Dongfang family be free and not seized the power of Jinli Kingdom.
"I don't know if I can wake you up, I can only do this, your life and death are not in my hands."
Qiongying took off the jade pendant on her waist and gently pinched it. The jade pendant turned into powder, leaving only a crystal lotus seed between her fingers.
"Maybe this is the last time I've seen you."
Qiongying fed the lotus seeds to Jing Hao, and then fed him warm water.
After a while, Jing Hao moved slightly, his face was pale and unusually rosy, and his brows were furrowed.
"Is it painful?" Qiongying stretched out his hand, gently brushed his forehead, and silently sootheed.
Jing Hao's breathing was a little disordered, his whole body twitched, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and his hands unconsciously grabbed the sheet, almost scratching the sheet.
"Jing Hao, wake up!" Qiongying frowned, lifted the sheet, and shook him gently.