The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 151: Chapter 150:
"It's okay, Yaoyao will remember one day."

Ignoring the sword pointed at him in front of him, Yun Ranyue slowly stepped forward, with tenderness in his brows and eyes, he whispered softly: "Be obedient, little boy, put down the sword."

Nan Zhuohua clenched his sword tightly, his bloodthirsty golden eyes were seductive, "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

He smiled slightly: "Not afraid."

He stepped forward step by step, and the long sword was pressed against his heart, but he was unmoved. Taking another step forward, the sword had already penetrated into his chest.

The red blood smudged the white clothes, like red plums blooming in the snow.

Wu Yu whispered: "Master National Teacher."

Qing Yu and Ling Po were much calmer.

Even though the little girl in front of him was facing each other with swords and swords, Yun Ranyue was still so calm and breezy, he stretched out his hand, with a gentle smile in his eyes: "Come here, Yaoyao."

Nan Zhuohua looked at the sword stuck in his heart, the red blood dazzled her eyes, the golden eyes were messed up, and intermittent fragments began to emerge in her blank mind.

She let go of the sword, her body was still hanging in the air, holding her aching head, and whispered in pain: "Who am I, who am I, why do you call me 'Yaoyao,' who is she?"

The more she thought about it, the more painful her brain became. In the chaos, two figures appeared in her mind, one snowy and one red, but she couldn't remember their appearance clearly.

Who are they, and who is she?

"what--"

Nan Zhuohua yelled in pain, his golden pupils dilated and bloodthirsty, "Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood was spit out from the mouth, the golden eyes fell like crescent moons in the sky, dimmed, slowly closed the eyes, and the suspended body slowly fell like a floating leaf.

"Yaoyao."

Pulling out the sword from her chest, Yun Ranyue reached out to catch the falling little girl, and hugged her gently in her arms.

"Little boy, it's all right."

Like walking on thin ice, he hugged Nan Zhuohua's body carefully.

The blood soaked on her red dress was all stained on his snow-colored clothes. He didn't think it was dirty, and he just quietly looked at the little girl lying peacefully in his arms.

A pair of clear and shallow snowy eyes are full of the reflection of the little girl.

Wu Yu stepped forward, with lingering fears in his heart: "Master, your injury." Looking at Yun Ranyue's chest, he wanted to help him see the injury, but was shocked: "This, how could this happen?"

There was no wound on his chest except for a piece of blood.

Yun Ranyue just said: "No problem," and flew away with Nan Zhuohua in his arms.

Wu Yu froze in place, muttering in shock: "The demon spirit family."

Only people from the demon spirit clan are invulnerable, and only their demon spirit blood can reshape the spiritual veins. The premise is that they must be members of the demon spirit clan with a "demon spirit heart".

Wuyu suddenly realized that she had guessed correctly about him when she met the national teacher for the first time.

Ling Po came over and said to Wu Yu, "Let's go, why are you still in a daze."

Wuyu hesitated, and asked: "Master Guoshi, is he really a member of the Yaoling family?"

"What do you think?" Ling Po raised his eyebrows, "Don't you believe what you see?"

Wu Yu's heart was full of emotion. If so, she seemed to have guessed Yun Ranyue's other identity again. She asked cautiously, "Is Master Guoshi Zunhuang?"

Zunhuang, the supreme ruler of God's Domain.

All clans and families must submit to him, just like the emperors of these countries, holding the supreme power in their hands.

Lingpozine smiled and raised an eyebrow at her, as a tacit consent.

Wu Yu'an resisted the horror in his heart and nodded, expressing that he already knew.

Pulling back her thoughts, she thought of Gu Zhijin who was still lying on the ground, she ran over quickly, checked Gu Zhijin's pulse, frowned, with a solemn expression, and quickly sealed her acupuncture points.

Said to Qing Yu and Ling Po: "Go back quickly, Miss San is in danger."

Qingyu gave up the horse to Wuyu, and went back with lightness kung fu.

After Fudong woke up, Mi Yan let go of his hanging heart, and waited for Nan Zhuohua and the others in the yard.

Seeing Wuyu coming back with Gu Zhijin on her back, she smelled the smell of blood from afar, and she immediately stepped forward, "Sister, what's wrong with Miss San?"

Wuyu said solemnly: "The situation is not good."

Mi Yan's heart began to hang again.

Entering the room, looking for words to help Wuyu put Gu Zhijin on the bed, and give her a detailed pulse diagnosis.

For a moment, Wu Yu's face was gloomy.

Miyan pursed her lower lip, feeling uneasy, "Sister, Miss San"

Wu Yu replied: "Some are powerless to return to the sky."

I don't know when Fu Dong appeared at the door, she weakly supported the door frame, with tears in her big eyes, fearful and frightened: "Miss Wuyu, what happened to my young lady?"

Wu Yu didn't want to hide it from her, and said frankly: "Miss San's condition is not good. She has a heart disease, and this injury has accelerated her condition. Moreover," he frowned, a little unbelievable, "I'm still in her body. Diagnosed with a chronic poison called 'Wuzhen.'”

Wuzhen is a kind of slow poison, people who are poisoned will not die immediately, it will slowly erode people's body, corrode the internal organs, and make people die slowly in torture.

Once infected with the poison of Wuzhen, there is no medicine to cure it, and it can only wait for death.

When Fudong heard her say the word "Wuzhen", he remembered that the poison that Long Xia had given to the young lady was named after this.

She said with hatred: "Long Xia gave the poison to the young lady, and the maidservant heard it from her. She is responsible for the young lady's medicine in the past few months, and she took the opportunity to put this poison in the medicine every day."

Long Xia's heart is so vicious.

Fudong knelt on the ground with a "plop", with an anxious expression on his face: "Miss Wuyu, you must save my young lady, Fudong begs you."

A kind person like her young lady shouldn't die young.

Wu Yu helped her up, with a serious tone: "I will try my best to save Miss San, and I will not let go of a glimmer of hope," helping her to rest on the bed, with a gentle voice: "Your injury is not healed yet, go and rest first, San Miss, leave it to me and Mi Yan, we will take good care of her."

Fudong was helped to the bed by Wu Yu, she was worried about her young lady, she didn't have the mood to rest at all, and wanted to get up, Wu Yu pressed her shoulders and comforted her: "Have a good rest, trust me and Mi Yan."

Such a firm tone made Fudong feel a little relieved, and lay down on the bed to rest well.

Comforting Fu Dong, Wu Yu turned back to the brocade's inner room, and asked Mi Yan to help change the blood-stained clothes on Gu Zhijin's body. On her back, there was a knife wound, which was deeply exposed, and it was for Nan Zhuohua to block it. that knife.

Mi Yan couldn't bear to look at such a hideous knife wound.

Wuyu cleaned the wound first to prevent it from being infected, then sprinkled the medicinal powder on her and bandaged her.

All the large and small wounds on Gu Zhijin's body were treated and bandaged.

After solving the external injuries, it is the internal injuries in her body. The most difficult thing is the poison of the Wu Zhen, because there is no medicine to cure it.

Miyan was also worried: "Sister, what should I do with the toxins in Miss San's body?"

She knew her sister's attainments in medical skills, if she felt helpless, then the poison of Wuzhen must be hard to cure.

(End of this chapter)