The giant crane swept all the way into the ruins of the holy mountain and soon disappeared into the darkness.
Mingche lowered his face and glanced at Zhuo Ya, who had fainted in his arms, with pity in his eyes. He struggled to drag her heavy body upwards. He hurriedly came to a ruined wall and bumped the side of it with his elbow.
stone wall.
The machine spring sounded softly, and an entrance appeared on the seemingly ordinary stone wall, with a faint glow.
Hugging Zhuo Ya tightly, Ming Che strode over and quickly closed the entrance.
Inside the entrance, there is a row of stairs going down. At the end of the stairs is a clean room with beds and chairs, all furnished in a simple yet elegant way.
This was originally the Temple of Light. This secret room was told to him by his master after he took him to the Holy Mountain. He liked to read and write talismans here and study divine arts.
No one knows about this secret room except the master and him.
Putting Zhuo Ya on the bed with some difficulty, Ming Che took a look at her pale face, pulled off the face towel, and moved his eyes to her injured leg.
The crossbow arrow penetrated deeply into the body, and all that remained outside was the tail of the arrow.
Turning around and grabbing the arrow from the table, Mingche quickly pulled open Zhuo Ya's trousers, only to see that the area around the wound was already green and black. The poison on the arrow seemed extremely strong.
The wound was affected, Zhuo Ya opened her eyes in pain and looked at the unfamiliar environment, "Where is this?!"
"It's safe here, don't worry!" Mingche handed over a handkerchief and brought it to her mouth, "The arrows are poisonous. I'm going to pull out the crossbow arrow from your leg, so bear with the pain!"
Zhuo Ya bit the handkerchief he sent and clenched her fists.
Mingche turned his attention to her legs, carefully held the crossbow arrow, and pulled it out with force.
The tiny hooks on the crossbow arrows were pulled out with blood on the flesh. Zhuo Ya let out a low cry of pain and fainted again.
After carefully squeezing out the blood, he found a clean cotton cloth and wrapped it around her wound. He took out a temple elixir from her body and stuffed it into her mouth. Mingche panted and sat on the chair next to the bed.
In order to save her tonight, he had consumed too much mental power and physical strength, and he was already very tired at this time.
Despite this, he still floated his palm to her wound and used his telekinesis to heal her. He did not have an antidote. If he did not want her to die, he had to treat her with hydrotherapy as soon as possible.
Pure water waves slowly enveloped Zhuo Ya's body, and a faint cyan color overflowed from her skin under her clothes, dyeing the water into turbidity. The color of the water became darker and darker, and her clear face became paler.
When the water waves almost turned blue-purple, Mingche finally couldn't hold on any longer. His vision turned black and he collapsed softly to the ground. The water waves burst and a strong fishy smell filled the room.
for a long time.
Zhuo Ya slowly opened her eyes, but did not see Ming Che. She stood up in confusion, and saw the young man's face on the ground beside the bed, as pale as paper, showing endless exhaustion.
Taking a look at her wound and feeling the strong stench beside her, she quickly took out two antidote pills from her body and stuffed them into her mouth. She got out of bed and stuffed one into Mingche's mouth. Then she helped him to bed lamely.
go.
Sitting on the side of the bed, looking at the delicate but frail face of the person on the pillow, her beautiful eyebrows were just locked in one place.
"Is it worth it to save a heretic?!"
The candle on the table burst into flames, and the only response she received was the sound of clear and light breathing.