[Dominate Imperial College] Di Qingwu's Beauty Tears [38]
Zhong Xiaoxiao moved away and made way for Mr. Shi.
Yao Lao glanced at her, his face wrinkled into a chrysanthemum, and suddenly he smiled happily.
"You are Xiaodouzi's mother!" The tone was affirmative, without any doubt.
Zhong Xiaoxiao was a little puzzled. His precious son almost looked like him lying on the bed, but he didn't look much like himself.
"Both of you have a pair of innocent phoenix eyes, they are so beautiful." Yao Lao spoke like a little naughty boy, ignoring Xuanyuan Li's almost comatose body, and instead showed some interest in Zhong Xiaoxiao.
"Master, little Scorpion is too young to be your granddaughter." Yao Wuhua's mouth twitched. Is this old man so lustful that he wants to scare little Scorpion?
"Insolent, the old man is only a hundred years old today." Yao Wuhua stroked his gray beard, as if he was saying confidently that he was only eighteen years old this year.
Zhong Xiaoxiao resisted the urge to roll her eyes, smiled faintly at Yao Lao, and then said, "Yao Lao, you have good eyesight. I am Doudou's mother, Zhong Xiaoxiao, just call me Little Xiezi." Anyway, she
I don't expect this old guy to have any good names.
"Okay, you are such a well-behaved girl. Old man, I should have accepted a girl as my apprentice in the first place, but I was deceived by your pretty face. It's really annoying." Yao Lao looked at her with bright eyes.
The medicine has no flowers, just like a stomach full of grievances.
Yao Wuhua ignored him, as if there was nothing you could do to me.
I don’t know who was crying and shouting at the beginning, begging to be his apprentice!
"Yao Lao, please check on Li first, okay?" Di Qingwu frowned. This old man never plays his cards according to rules and has a bad temper. Only he can detoxify Li's poison. If he doesn't
Be careful if you offend this old guy and leave him alone, that will be bad.
She could only hold back her temper and wait until he finished talking nonsense, then stepped forward to persuade him to turn his attention back to Xuanyuan Li, who was lying on the bed and fell into coma again.
"Xiao Huazi, why did you secretly take Xiao Li with you last night, knowing that he had just saved his life?" Yao Lao finally laid his eyes on Xuanyuan Li, looking at his frail body and old face.
Wrinkled more like chrysanthemums.
"Has he forcibly recovered his spiritual power?" After taking his pulse, Yao Lao's voice suddenly rose, and a sharp light shot towards Yao Wuhua.
"Master, who stopped what Xiao Lili wanted to do?" Yao Wuhua said that she was innocent.
"What's the matter that's so urgent?" Yao Lao kept talking without stopping. He carefully inspected Xuanyuan Li's body, but his expression became worse and worse.
"What on earth did you do yesterday?" In the end, he almost roared. The old guy who had been smiling just now became extremely scary when he became angry. With one roar, Yao Wuhua almost wanted to hide under the bed.
"Yao Lao, is it serious?" Di Qingwu's face was solemn, and his eyes were full of anxiety.
"Is it not serious? His internal organs are almost displaced, his internal organs are bleeding, and his meridians are suffocated and cannot be unblocked. It's just a short step away from losing all the spiritual power he has worked so hard to cultivate."
It’s so serious!
Di Qingwu couldn't help but staggered a bit, and the eyes he looked at Zhong Xiaoxiao were even more frightening.
Although the room was as warm as spring, Zhong Xiaoxiao felt her body tremble slightly and her whole body was freezing cold.
Even if Yao Wuhua didn't say anything, she still knew that she must have caused all this.
She looked at Xuanyuan Li, her clear phoenix eyes a bit misty.
"Can it be cured?" She murmured, her voice low and hoarse, as if it was not her own voice.
"It's difficult!" Yao Lao stroked his gray beard, pondered for a long time, and then said slowly.
"Is there nothing you can do?" Di Qingwu grabbed Yao Lao's hand, as if it was the last straw.
Yao Lao is the pinnacle of the entire Xuanyuan Continent’s medicine refining world. If even he is helpless, wouldn’t it be...
There was dead silence in the air.
Three pairs of eyes looked at Yao Lao complicatedly, and everyone felt extremely uneasy.
"There is no problem with physical recovery, but this spiritual power may be stuck at the middle level of Zi Ling, unable to break through." Yao Lao's eyes were full of pity. Xuanyuan Li, like Di Qing Wu, had talents that others could not match.
"Is there no other way?" Di Qingwu's beautiful eyes fell on Xuanyuan Li's pale face, worried. Only she knew how much it cost to reach the peak of the Purple Spirit.
Twenty years of forgetting sleep and food, twenty years of being clean and tidy... Di Qingwu didn't dare to imagine how heartbroken Xuanyuan Li would be if he woke up and heard such news.
He treats spiritual cultivation with more piety and concentration than anything else.
Now, are you going to deprive him of the most important thing?
"The poison on the soul-stealing sword was prepared by the old man myself, so there is no solution. If he takes good care of himself and takes good care of himself, it will only take a long time, but he can also recover his personal achievements. Who knew that this little guy would be so ignorant?
"Yao Lao's tone was clear and full of regret.
"No, no..." Di Qingwu murmured to herself, her clear and translucent eyes filled with tears at some point.
Yao Wuhua's handsome face was also wrinkled. Even he did not expect such serious consequences.
"Yao Lao, I have something to ask you privately, but I can go out and say it easily." Seeing that Yao Lao had taken care of Xuanyuan Li's wound, Zhong Xiaoxiao said in a sincere and respectful tone.
Yao Wuhua was so sad that she turned into a chrysanthemum face, while Di Qingwu cried because the pear blossoms were raining down, I felt pity for them when I saw them.
Only Zhong Xiaoxiao looked calm, as if all this had nothing to do with her.
She gently pulled Xuanyuan Li's hand away, and when she saw his handsome face, his face suddenly turned as cold as ice, but she turned a blind eye. She just nodded to Yao Wuhua and walked out first.
"I'll get the decoction, and you take care of Li." Yao Wuhua kept crying when she saw Emperor Qingwu. She didn't know how to comfort her, so she just found an excuse and walked out of the house.
In the room, Di Qingwu was suddenly the only one left.
The air was dead silent, except for Di Qingwu's inaudible sobs.
Xuanyuan Li was lying quietly on the bed, with his jet-black hair scattered behind his head like a splatter of ink. He hadn't changed into his white brocade robe yet, and a pool of dark red blood was still shocking.
Because of the pain, or because he felt Zhong Xiaoxiao's departure, even though he was unconscious, his face was still as gloomy as ice that had accumulated for three thousand years. His hands were clenched into fists and he was holding them hard, with blue veins popping out on his face.
There is a bloodthirsty and sinister murderous aura.
Without that heart-wrenching frailty, he still had the usual domineering and decisive look between his brows.
Di Qingwu gently held his hand, looking at his handsome face with a pair of beautiful eyes, but could do nothing but shed tears.
If possible, she wished she could bear this sin on his behalf, and wished she was the one lying in bed in agony.
"Li, why?" She murmured, her sad eyes a bit misty.
"Why would you hurt yourself for a woman like that?"
"Do you know how much my heart hurts when I see you in pain?"