The soft singer turned his palm down and gently placed it on the wound on Yan Bingtong's leg. The palm of his hand did not touch the wound. The green lotus flames and the power of the stars wrapped in the milky white cold smoke poured into Yan Bingtong's body.
within the wound.
A bit of cold air fell into Qing Ge's palm, and in an instant, Qing Ge turned into an ice sculpture frozen in the ice and snow.
When Dongfang Po was halfway through refining the medicine, he looked at Qing Ge in surprise, and was about to help, but heard a small voice, and then saw the ice and snow covering Qing Ge's body, all breaking into pieces and falling to the ground.
Qingge's lips and eyebrows were all stained with white frost, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, shaking off drops of water.
The horror of the cold air in Yubei is far beyond Qingge's imagination.
He sang softly and looked serious, becoming more and more serious.
If the cold energy of Nightmare North is allowed to remain in Yan Bingtong's body, it will hinder the development of Yan Bingtong's red flames.
Yan Bingtong's current strength is all due to Chi Yanhuo.
Qingge's cold eyes were filled with frost, and her heart was as firm as a rock.
Qingge continuously poured the green lotus fire and star power into the wound, fighting against the cold energy of the Nightmare North hidden in Yan Bingtong's veins.
Qing Ge originally wanted to burn away the cold air of the Nightmare North, and used the power of the twin fires of Green Lotus Fire and Red Flame Fire to completely crush the cold air of the Nightmare North.
But the matter has come to this, Qing Ge cannot crush the cold energy of Nightmare North. If he crush it forcefully, all the tendons in Yan Bingtong's body will be broken.
Now, there is only one way.
Transfer the cold energy from the Nightmare North to your own body.
"Beautiful, incredible."
Dongfang Po discovered Qing Ge's intention, stopped refining the medicine, blurted out, and exclaimed.
The word "beautiful", a loud shout, almost made Qingge go crazy.
This name really makes people shudder.
"Dongfang Po, I have my own sense of discretion. If you forcefully interrupt, she and I will be killed." Qingge shouted coldly, forcing Dongfang Po to retreat.
Dongfang Po stopped talking and stood motionless. Finally, he retreated back to the cauldron, sat down on the ground, and repeated the process of refining the medicine.
Qingge's face was expressionless, and the house was covered with frost, covering all directions.
Finally, with her heart racing and concentration, she made an incision in the palm of her hand and introduced the cold air from the north in Yan Bingtong's veins into herself.
"Doctors save people...there is no need to sacrifice like this..." Dongfang Po was surprised.
He met countless doctors in the Ren tribe, but he had never seen any doctor who would treat patients so risklessly.
He was wrong, Yan Bingtong was not only an injured patient, but also Qingge's mother.
Not to mention enduring some of the cold air from the north, even if you go to eighteen purgatory, you will die without regrets.
In this life, if a person does not have faith and passion, what is the difference between living and dying?
"Madman..." Dongfang Po exhaled. Because of this shock, he lost his sense of proportion, resulting in failure to control the fire, making the medicine in a disorderly manner, and wasting a whole pot of good medicinal materials.
She is indeed a madman.
He was willing to give up seventy-nine years of his life just to save a dying old man.
In order to preserve the body of Mo Xie who was being cremated, she did not want the ten grains of true energy and wanted to abandon the path of spiritual master.
In order to heal Yan Bingtong, she did not hesitate to transfer Yubei's cold energy to herself, making her mortal body resistant to frost.
So what?
She can calm down and force back millions of troops.
She can fight with passion and take the enemy king's head.
She can strategize and win over thousands of miles.
She can also retain this innocent heart, with no regrets or resentments, and only wants to be clear of guilt.
When the cold air from the Nightmare North entered Qingge's veins along the wound on Qingge's palm, a chill spread to all the limbs.
The pain deepened and I was numb from the cold.
Qing Ge fed several prepared elixirs to Yan Bingtong.
Looking at the sleeping Yan Bingtong, Qingge breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Yan Bingtong was given pills to promote rest before treatment, otherwise Yan Bingtong would probably be angry when she saw her like this.
The frost inside the house gradually faded away.
The light song poured all the cold energy from the Nightmare North into the twenty-fifth red veins.
In this way, the cold air will not surge in the short term.
And she also has enough time to go to Qinglian.
The cold energy of the nightmare in the red veins was shielded by the blood demon's evil energy. In this way, neither Jiu Ci nor Yan Bingtong would notice that she was using this method to treat her.
Qingge lowered her eyes and looked at the wound on her palm, her eyes moved slightly, and all the healing power of Xue Lingzhu poured into the wound on her palm.
In an instant, a bloody cut on the palm of his hand was seen, slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
This injury cannot be discovered.
Qingge placed the Wanjin Cauldron under Yan Bingtong's quilt, then sprinkled some medicinal powder on the wound on Yan Bingtong's leg, and fed another pill.
Qing Ge hugged her gently, leaned down, and rubbed her face against Yan Bingtong's cheek.
——Mother, never abandon me again.
She is a child whose parents love her.
Finally, Qing Ge stood up and walked towards Dongfang Po.
Suddenly, the light of the sword flashed in front of Dongfang Po's eyes.
A Mingwang sword broke through the air and came out.
Qing Singer held the Mingwang knife, and the tip of the knife lifted Dongfang Po's lower jaw and pressed it against the delicate skin of Dongfang Po's neck.
A few drops of blood spilled from the tip of the knife.
The hair all over Dongfang Po's body stood on end, and he didn't even dare to swallow his saliva.
He looked at the beautiful and cold woman, staring at him like a god of death.
"Watch your mouth."
Qingge finished speaking calmly and put away the Mingwang Sword.
Only Dongfang Po knows about this matter.
After all, Dongfang Po was an accident.
Qingge cleaned up the house before heading towards the door.
Dongfang Po still looked frightened. For a moment, Dongfang Po turned around and looked at Qing Ge with admiring eyes.
"Beautiful girl, you really live up to your name, you are so damn beautiful. I have fallen in love with your beauty and cannot extricate myself." Dongfang Po said hastily.
Qingge was walking forward when she heard the sound of Dongfang Po behind her. Qingge stumbled and almost fell down.
Beautiful girl...
Qingge suddenly stirred up my spirit, and I felt a chill.
vomit.
So disgusting.
It is said that strict masters produce great disciples, Qingge really wants to know who the master of people like Dongfang Po is.
Far away in the realm of the gods, a certain old man who was eating and drinking and showing off his power in the Yingyue Tower suddenly sneezed.
The old man sniffed and said blankly: "Which girl in the building is thinking about me?"
Qingge felt a chill for no reason.
Qingge opened the door, and Jiuci and three others came quickly.
"How is aunt?" Yan Yu asked.
"My mother is blessed with great fortune, she must be fine." Jiuci snorted coldly.
Qing Ge smiled: "The cold air in Nightmare Bei has been removed. Next, all the wounds on the skin and flesh need to be healed."
All three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ye Qingge, you are truly a god." The goddess said.
"The goddess praises you."
At this time, Dongfang Po walked in from the house, and Jiu Ci stared at Dongfang Po with a cold face.
Dongfang Po looked at Jiu Ci in confusion, "Young Master, I don't get along with you. Do you have any grudges from your ancestors? Why do you hate me?"
Jiu Ci pointed at Dongfang Po's nose, and Dongfang Po raised his hand and touched it, showing a bloody nose.
"Do you look like a doctor? You have nosebleeds all the time. You must have been poisoned." Jiuci was angry.
I knew this guy had evil intentions towards Ge'er.
Jiuci added angrily: "You are a flower-picking thief, a prodigal son, and you still dream of becoming my brother-in-law? You should become a monk as soon as possible."
Dongfang Po wiped away the nosebleed and replied seriously: "Young Master, what you said is wrong. I am not a flower picker, let alone a prodigal son. I am willing to let go of the past with the handsome master and make peace as friends. I can't hide anything from you.
The moment I saw Young Master Handsome’s sister, Young Master Handsome was my friend.”
Singing softly to support the forehead...
The goddess smiled slightly.
Jiu Ci took Qing Ge and left, "Ge'er, stay away from this perverted behavior in the future."
Hell smiled.
Dongfang Po was confused and trembled with fear.
No matter where the abnormality is, he is also afraid of it.