He is no longer an ordinary mortal, in a sense, he can already be called a god.
As a closed disciple of the best master in the world, he also has Xiao Aotian's Jade Emperor Sword. Ming Xixuan must be very popular with Xiao Aotian, and his cultivation must be extraordinary!
The two of them saw through Ming Xixuan's identity and knew that what happened today could no longer be done. They looked at each other, clasped their fists and said, "I didn't know Mr. Ming was here. Excuse me. I will come to apologize to you one day. Say goodbye!"
The two middle-aged men acted very simply. As soon as they finished speaking, they disappeared into the small courtyard in a flash, leaving Shi Shangxing alone.
Shi Shangxing didn't expect that things would develop like this. He thought he would be able to capture Ying Zhuyue today, but Cheng Yaojin came out halfway. It was really unlucky!
Those two middle-aged men were no match for Ming Xixuan, let alone him. The only option now was to run away.
He turned around and left, still worried about whether Ming Xixuan would leave him behind. His back was soaked with cold sweat. Ming Xixuan didn't say anything to stay with him until outside the courtyard.
"Thank you, Master, for saving your life." After the three people left, Ying Zhuyue realized that she was still lying in Ming Xixuan's arms. She couldn't help but blush, but she quickly covered it up and stood up.
Ming Xixuan shook his head, expressionless, as if he had done something insignificant.
Ying Zhuyue saw his cold expression, but she was not unhappy at all. She hated coy men the most. Ming Xixuan had a cold and arrogant temperament, but he was exactly what she liked. She was about to say something else, but she saw Ming Xixuan's expression suddenly changed.
As soon as he turned white, all the energy in his body was drained out in an instant, and his whole body became extremely depressed.
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"Wow……"
A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out from his mouth. Ming Xixuan's face was as white as a piece of paper, and his eyes were dull. He swayed on the spot and fell into Ying Zhuyue's arms.
Ying Zhuyue was startled and suddenly panicked.
It turned out that Ming Xixuan was seriously injured, and he was the one who was holding her up like that before. He looked cold and hard, but he didn't expect to come to save her even though he was seriously injured.
It seemed that a soft spot had been touched. Ying Zhuyue looked at Ming Xixuan blankly, feeling a little moved in his heart.
After being stunned for a moment, she endured the severe pain in her shoulder and helped Ming Xixuan into the house.
There was only a wooden bed in the house, not even a table or chair. There was a bamboo flute hanging on the wooden bed. After putting him on the bed, Ying Zhuyue quickly took out a medicine bottle from his arms.
Putting down Ming Xixuan, Ying Zhuyue's nose twitched and she smelled a trace of blood. She looked intently and saw that most of the white shirt on Ming Xixuan's chest was red. When she touched it with her tentacles, there were actually stains of blood!
Ming Xixuan had completely fainted and was lying on the bed. The corners of his eyes twitched unconsciously from time to time, as if he was enduring great pain.
Ying Zhuyue gently took off the clothes on his chest and was stunned for a moment when he touched his skin. There were four blood marks on his chest that were deep enough to show the bone, each of which snaked to his lower abdomen.
The blood marks were still bleeding out, and it looked extremely scary.
Ying Zhuyue's heart trembled. How much patience did she need to endure this kind of pain? She reached out and touched Ming Xixuan's cheek, her face was very hot.
Ming Xixuan's injury was very serious, and ordinary medicine could not stop the wound on his chest. There was heaven and earth energy flowing in the four blood marks. If he wanted to heal his wounds, these heaven and earth energy must be scratched away.
Although the master of the vitality is not here, Ying Zhuyue cannot get rid of them. If the master of the vitality of heaven and earth came in person, how strong would he be?
Ying Zhuyue sat in front of the bed, unable to think of how to treat him. She became more and more anxious. If she kept waiting like this, Ming Xixuan would surely bleed to death!