"...Miss Rong's situation doesn't seem to be good."
When Shang Yi said this, he also frowned, with a worried look on his face, and followed the Imperial Preceptor closely as he walked quickly inside.
"What's wrong with her? Wasn't she fine before?"
After listening to Shang Yi's words, Shang Yu's expression was of course a little ugly. If something happened to Rong Xiyue, even if Chu Wenyu would not blame him, he would feel a little guilty in his heart. After all, Rong Xiyue was saved because of
If something happens to Xiao Ji, even if Xiao Ji wakes up and regains his consciousness, he will still feel uneasy.
"My subordinates don't know either. I only know that Miss Rong was gradually recovering under the protection of the green light. But not long ago, the green light that enveloped her suddenly changed color. That
The color game was turbid, a mixture of black and red. We didn't think it was anything at first, but since the red and black light appeared, Miss Rong's complexion, which had almost returned to normal, began to lose color again."
When Shang Yi said this, he paused for a moment, looked at the face of the Imperial Master, and then continued.
"Not only did she gradually begin to lose color, but her eyebrows also seemed to have something about to come out. Her lips were a little black and her lips were a little purple."
I have never seen such a situation before, I have seen it before.
It looked like he was possessed by evil spirits, or was poisoned, or was framed by a spell. If he just bled Xiaoji, there would be no problem.
Unless, the amount of essence and blood taken out of Miss Rong's body exceeds the amount that Miss Rong's body can handle, which is why it is like this.
Neither he nor Shang Er could find out the reason why Miss Rong was like this. Now they were waiting for the Imperial Master to come back and carefully examine Miss Rong's body.
"Um."
Shang Yu nodded and walked a little faster. After quickly walking into the meeting hall, he went to the underground secret room.
Xiaoji's joy at waking up was completely destroyed by Rong Xiyue's condition gradually deteriorating.
He just needs the blood of the royal elf in Rong Xiyue, but he doesn't want her life in exchange for Xiao Ji's life. If Xiao Ji survives but Rong Xiyue dies for this, then...
Shang Yu thought about it, his face tightened and he was extremely solemn, and he walked faster towards the underground secret room.
Soon we reached the bottom. It was quiet down there, there was no sound, not even the sound of water.
A solemn atmosphere filled the air even before reaching that place.
Shang Yu hurried towards the couch where Rong Xiyue was sitting. At the same time, he saw Xiao Ji in a silver-gold dress standing next to Rong Xiyue. His eyes flashed brightly, and his solemn mood eased a little.
Chu Wenyu, Shang Er, and Xiao Ji were all guarding Rong Xiyue. The red-black light was the same as the green one before, blocking everyone's approach.
Therefore, everyone's eyes were worried, especially Chu Wenyu's aura, which was full of pressure and pressure. If anyone offended him at this time, he would probably be burned with a fire.
Hearing a voice coming from behind, Xiao Ji and Shang Er turned their heads to look. They thought it was Shang Yi, but they didn't expect it was Shang Yu who rushed over.
Xiao Ji's eyes lit up and he was so excited that he was about to rush towards Shang Yu. After taking two steps and thinking about the current situation, he just looked at him with a smile, and then turned to look at Rong Xiyue with a worried expression.
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Shang Yu stepped forward, not caring about the joy of reuniting with Xiao Ji. He looked at Rong Xiyue on the couch. He didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.
The worst thing is that there is no need for a therapist to treat me. No one can get close to the red-black light.
Chu Wenyu didn't speak, nor did he look at Shang Yu. Instead, Shang Yu glanced at Chu Wenyu a few times and saw that his expression was really ugly, his face turned dark, his face was full of sorrow, and he felt a little self-conscious.
responsibility.
"The Holy Son of the Temple of Light is famous all over the world for his light healing skills. I will invite him."
Although at this time, Shang Yu didn't want to have anything to do with the Temple of Light, but he seemed to have to. The Holy Son of the Temple of Light's light healing technique had been famous all over the world a long time ago, and it should be
The person who knows the best light healing technique currently.
Shang Yu glanced at the red-black light. Although this light blocked everyone's approach, maybe the light healer could do something about it?
Chu Wenyu didn't speak, only nodded.
Shang Yu immediately asked Shang Yi to get started and invite the Holy Son of Light to come over. However, naturally this underground secret room cannot be known to the Holy Son of Light.
"We worked together to move Xiaoyue and her sleeping bed out of here."
Shang Yu's tone was a little low, Chu Wenyu nodded, the two of them and Shang Er stepped forward, carefully avoiding the red light, and pushed Rong Xiyue out as if she was sleeping.
Xiao Ji followed, her silver robe was gorgeous and eye-catching.
After being carried out of the underground secret room, Rong Xiyue was welcomed into the only guest room in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. At this time, Shang Yi had already arrived at the Magic Academy.
It was already dark at this time, and the guards of the Magic Academy were a little tired. Although nothing special happened today, these two people left the Magic Academy without permission, which still frightened them.
It's not a big deal, it's already a big deal.
Shang Yi found the Wood Academy by a familiar route and went directly into the accommodation of the Wood Academy. The Holy Son of Light had a special status and his body was relatively weak, so he slept in a separate place.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"
As soon as Shang stepped forward, he knocked politely on the door, and immediately someone inside whispered and opened the door.
"who?"
When he opened the door, he saw Yun Yu's personal attendant. He knew Shang Yi. He looked a little surprised when he recognized the person in front of him from the lantern in his hand as the national master's personal attendant.
Why would the attendants of the Imperial Preceptor come to see their Holy Son at such a late hour?
"The Imperial Preceptor sent me to ask the Holy Son to go to the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion. I'm sorry for bothering you."
The relationship between the Imperial Master's Office and the Guangming Temple has always been a bit strange, so at this time, when Shang Yi faced Yun Yu's personal attendant, his words were a little awkward.
"I wonder what the Imperial Master wants our Holy Son to do?"
The attendant did not turn aside to let Shang Yi in. Instead, he stopped at the door, looked him up and down, and then asked like this.
"Master National Preceptor has a friend whose life is in danger at this time. You really have no choice but to think of the Holy Son's light healing skills that are unparalleled."