Why does time pass so slowly? How long will it take? Feng Qinghan can hardly hold on any longer. His struggle has become more and more intense. He can feel every pain on his body, every bite of a small insect,
He needs to bear it all.
Meng Liao's eyes were fixed on Feng Qinghan's changes. He had no intention of pitying Feng Qinghan now. This was the last hurdle, and everyone would be happy after it passed. So for him, this was a test before Nirvana and rebirth, although it was difficult.
, but there is no need to be pitiful.
And he believed that Feng Qinghan could survive it!
The insect lasted in Feng Qinghan's body for two quarters of an hour, and Feng Qinghan also struggled for two quarters of an hour. The veins on his forehead were beating convexly, and his lips were stained with blood. They were all bitten out by himself.
of imprint.
"Hold him down!" Meng Liao suddenly spoke. Yu Zhiqie and Wei Nuan subconsciously used their strength to hold Feng Qinghan down. At the same time, the silver needle in Meng Liao's hand stabbed hard, and the other hand was stabbed hard.
The knife swiped across it quickly, leaving another scar.
Meng Liao pressed her fingers on the knife wound, half a centimeter away from the wound, and pressed hard, and the insect that had just entered was squeezed out from the wound.
At this moment, a scream came from Feng Qinghan's mouth, and the pain that had been suppressed for a long time was released at this moment. His whole body became exhausted and weak, and he no longer had the strength to struggle.
As for the bug, Wei Nuan and Yu Zhijue's eyes widened. The bug that went in just now was milky white, but the bug that came out this time was extremely dark and shrunk a lot. It looked extremely uncomfortable. The black
The swarming bugs make you want to vomit!
Meng Liao let out a breath, raised her sleeves and wiped her forehead, "Okay, now I just need to replenish it. The remaining poison in my body is almost gone. I'm exhausted. I have to treat my eyes starting tomorrow."
, it’s another difficult task, so please let me take it easy first.”
While talking ramblingly, he began to take care of Feng Qinghan's aftermath. He first gave Feng Qinghan a medicine, and then bandaged the scar on his arm.
"Eh? Why is there so much blood? His wound can't bleed so much." Meng Liao suddenly discovered that there was blood on the sheets and on Feng Qinghan's wrist, and the amount of blood was not small.
Only then did Wei Nuan remember that it was her own blood. She didn't feel any pain at all before, but now she felt excruciating pain when she realized it.
She said awkwardly, "It's my blood."
"Ah? Your blood? Did Qinghan scratch you?" Meng Liao found it unbelievable how much strength it took to draw out so much blood from a person.
"No, I was wounded by the sword."
Wei Nuan tore her sleeves, revealing the sword wound on her arm. It was full of blood, and the wound had become somewhat outward. If left untreated, it would become serious.
"What are you doing? How could it be like this?" Meng Liao was furious. As expected, everyone was worried. He was really going to run away.
"It's okay, it's just a minor injury. His matters are more important. Let's take him back to rest first and then deal with my wound later." Wei Nuan smiled carelessly.
Meng Liao rolled his eyes at her, obviously not accepting this suggestion, "Ah Li, you are sent back by Qing Han, and I will treat her wounds."
"It's okay, I..." Meng Liao glared at her and shut up slightly.
"If you still want this hand, just be honest with me."
Meng Liao skillfully cleaned Wei Nuan's wound, then sprinkled it with medicinal powder and bandaged it, with smooth and careful movements.