Mu Jieyu felt that Xuan Yinlan's hand seemed to have a kind of magic power. Under his moving voice like a clear spring, a wave of tiredness covered her like a thick cloud, making her unable to resist the encroachment of darkness and gradually falling into chaos.
Among them. Ever since he knew that Xuan Yinlan was the person behind Qiu Hengbo, Mu Jieyu knew that Xuan Yinlan was a master of medicine. Now it seems that he is not only a master of medicine, but also a master of cultivating poison, so it can be said that Xuan Yinlan is a master of medicine.
Lan was her nemesis. But she didn't expect Xuan Yinlan to subdue her so easily, as if he knew all the weaknesses in her body.
In the haze, she felt Xuan Yinlan leaving. She tried hard to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not resist the invasion of darkness, swallowing up her consciousness bit by bit.
No, she can't just sit there and wait for death!
Her mind was firmer than ever before. Mu Jieyu felt as if there was a flash of lightning in her brain, followed by a sharp stabbing pain. The brief but fatal pain was as deep as a dull knife picking at the nerves in her brain, constantly sharpening it.
Pulling, pulling, pulling, the pain made her tremble all over, but she refused to give up. The white glass beads on her wrist began to shake gently, and she could feel that she only needed to work harder, and just a little harder, she could break through this
A layer of darkness, regaining light.
Then the pain that was like lingering pain came so violently, like a flood erupting from a river, drowning her whole body, suffocating her so weakly that she wished she could bite her tongue and kill herself.
A thin layer of sweat had already oozed out from her body, and the sweat oozed out from her forehead one by one, and soon wet her whole body. Her face was as pale as the moon, without a trace of blood, and even her originally pink lips
The petals are white and almost transparent, her closed eyes are wrinkled together, and there are blue veins bulging on her forehead. It seems that if she exerts just a little more force, these veins will burst immediately!
Mu Jieyu, who was in a coma, didn't know this. She only knew that she seemed to be tightly bound, and there was a sharp knife somewhere she couldn't see. In order to break free, she had no choice but to hit the blade.
Go, even if it costs you blood.
Finally, under her cruel force, the provoked tendon in her brain broke with a bang!
"Pfft--" Before he could even open his eyes, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out and sprinkled on the lavender bed curtains, dyeing the snow-white flowers on the purple gauze red.
My head was buzzing, and I was so numb that I couldn't feel the pain. I reluctantly opened my eyes, but what I saw was a blur in front of me. I couldn't see anything clearly, and I passed out completely.
On the other side, Xuanyuan Zhirong, who was in a bloody massacre, flipped his wrist and grabbed the neck of a man in black who was approaching him with a knife. He exerted force with his fingertips, and with a click, the man's neck fell down.
, Xuanyuan Zhirong threw it away casually, and was about to move forward, but suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Seemingly feeling something, he couldn't help but cover his heart. He raised his head and cast his far-reaching and indifferent eyes into the distance. It seemed as if he was passing through the shadows of swords, across the peaks and plains, and through the carved beams and painted buildings, he saw the person who made him worried and haunted in his dreams.
The ink beads on his wrist that had never moved suddenly jumped, causing Xuanyuan Zhirong's already cold eyes to glow with a bright red killing light. However, he suddenly stretched out his arms, and two groups of golden light condensed in his palms.
That powerful power prevented the man in black who was approaching him with a knife from even touching a corner of his clothes.
[I'm sorry for coming back late. I deeply feel the pain of not saving the manuscript. Woohoo, I have to start saving the manuscript. I can't code out the sixth update today. One update is missing. I will make up for it tomorrow.]
Mu Jieyu felt that Xuan Yinlan's hand seemed to have a kind of magic power. Under his moving voice like a clear spring, a wave of tiredness covered her like a thick cloud, making her unable to resist the encroachment of darkness and gradually falling into chaos.
Among them. Ever since he knew that Xuan Yinlan was the person behind Qiu Hengbo, Mu Jieyu knew that Xuan Yinlan was a master of medicine. Now it seems that he is not only a master of medicine, but also a master of cultivating poison, so it can be said that Xuan Yinlan is a master of medicine.
Lan was her nemesis. But she didn't expect Xuan Yinlan to subdue her so easily, as if he knew all the weaknesses in her body.
In the haze, she felt Xuan Yinlan leaving. She tried hard to open her eyes, but no matter how hard she struggled, she could not resist the invasion of darkness, swallowing up her consciousness bit by bit.
No, she can't just sit there and wait for death!
Her mind was firmer than ever before. Mu Jieyu felt as if there was a flash of lightning in her brain, followed by a sharp stabbing pain. The brief but fatal pain was as deep as a dull knife picking at the nerves in her brain, constantly sharpening it.
Pulling, pulling, pulling, the pain made her tremble all over, but she refused to give up. The white glass beads on her wrist began to shake gently, and she could feel that she only needed to work harder, and just a little harder, she could break through this
A layer of darkness, regaining light.
Then the pain that was like lingering pain came so violently, like a flood erupting from a river, drowning her whole body, suffocating her so weakly that she wished she could bite her tongue and kill herself.
A thin layer of sweat had already oozed out from her body, and the sweat oozed out from her forehead one by one, and soon wet her whole body. Her face was as pale as the moon, without a trace of blood, and even her originally pink lips
The petals are white and almost transparent, her closed eyes are wrinkled together, and there are blue veins bulging on her forehead. It seems that if she exerts just a little more force, these veins will burst immediately!
Mu Jieyu, who was in a coma, didn't know this. She only knew that she seemed to be tightly bound, and there was a sharp knife somewhere she couldn't see. In order to break free, she had no choice but to hit the blade.
Go, even if it costs you blood.
Finally, under her cruel force, the provoked tendon in her brain broke with a bang!
"Pfft--" Before he could even open his eyes, a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out and sprinkled on the lavender bed curtains, dyeing the snow-white flowers on the purple gauze red.
My head was buzzing, and I was so numb that I couldn't feel the pain. I reluctantly opened my eyes, but what I saw was a blur in front of me. I couldn't see anything clearly, and I passed out completely.
On the other side, Xuanyuan Zhirong, who was in a bloody massacre, flipped his wrist and grabbed the neck of a man in black who was approaching him with a knife. He exerted force with his fingertips, and with a click, the man's neck fell down.
, Xuanyuan Zhirong threw it away casually, and was about to move forward, but suddenly felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.
Seemingly feeling something, he couldn't help but cover his heart. He raised his head and cast his far-reaching and indifferent eyes into the distance. It seemed as if he was passing through the shadows of swords, across the peaks and plains, and through the carved beams and painted buildings, he saw the person who made him worried and haunted in his dreams.
The ink beads on his wrist that had never moved suddenly jumped, causing Xuanyuan Zhirong's already cold eyes to glow with a bright red killing light. However, he suddenly stretched out his arms, and two groups of golden light condensed in his palms.
That powerful power prevented the man in black who was approaching him with a knife from even touching a corner of his clothes.
[I'm sorry for coming back late. I deeply feel the pain of not saving the manuscript. Woohoo, I have to start saving the manuscript. I can't code out the sixth update today. One update is missing. I will make up for it tomorrow.]