The strongest medical saint in the city

Chapter 2228 Back to Fang Tian's painting halberd

Not only can't move, but also can't speak, Zhou You is a bit confused.

Before he could figure out what was going on, he suddenly heard a voice:
"I'll go, when did this life-saving thing turn black?"

But Wu Yao was even more collapsed than Zhou You at this time, he searched out his belongings, and originally wanted to stabilize the suzerain's situation.

But looking at the place where there is no aura, those who accompanied him almost to the bottom of the prison before the war of the ancients were all treasures of heaven and earth, life-saving treasures, and in the passing of time, they have become rusty It's a mess, or it will turn black into waste.

"Without aura, and without guards, no matter how good a magic weapon is, it has been smashed into the sand for nearly ten thousand years, and the dust returns to the dust... Cough cough!"

The suzerain seems to be in a rare good mood, and when Neng Wuyao collapsed, he joked a few words.

Pushing aside her belongings, Wu Yao, who didn't want to look at him any more, curled her lips a little helplessly: "Say it's time to bury me now?"

Although Wu Yao's golden child-like face was wrinkled, he couldn't put aside the suzerain who couldn't maintain half of his soul.

"Hey, forget it, I won't tell you these things now, suzerain, you don't take your soul breakdown seriously, you have to take your Penglai master's helm seriously, right? He still signed a blood contract with us anyway! Now What should I do?"

The suzerain seemed to be a little interested in Wu Yao's pile of belongings that had turned from treasures to waste under the time. Although his breathing was weak, he still picked up a lump from it.

She held the dark object that Wu Yao himself disliked, and after holding it in her palm for a while, she said casually:
"It doesn't matter, the Mieshiliantai was damaged back then, but now it can't play half a layer. When Zhou You refines and absorbs all the part of the soul that I gave him, it will be a blessing in disguise..."

As he spoke, the suzerain blew on the dark thing in his hand, and then raised it to his ear to listen.

Zhou You, who was described by her lightly as "a blessing in disguise", should be angry, but there is a sense of familiarity in her heart, as if this is the case, as if she has been with him for thousands of years, her reaction to the suzerain can be said to be clearly understood, Not even the slightest turmoil can arise.

Even though he was in a state of silence that could only be heard, Zhou You seemed to be a blessing in disguise, as the suzerain said.

At least now, as long as he wants to listen, he can hear every word of the conversation between the suzerain and Wu Yao. Thinking about the pain of the blind man, if he wants to see it, he can clearly see every move of the suzerain in front of the bed.

"That thing may be useful if it is re-sacrificed, but now...no, what are you doing with Wangqing?"

Wu Yao was sitting in front of the Sovereign's sick bed. Hearing that she was coughing violently, she reached out to pour a cup of herbal tea.

Holding the herbal tea, he turned his head and saw the movement of the suzerain at this time. After distinguishing for a long time, he finally realized that the thing she grabbed from the void was an ancient sacred object, but this thing was still useful , but now it has become a waste!

Even if it is sacrificed, the natural materials and earthly treasures consumed are more precious than itself!

"It's useful..." The suzerain was halfway through speaking, suddenly his brows frowned slightly, his eyes focused on a certain place in the void, and he suddenly called out: "Zhou You!"

Wu Yao, who was wondering, heard her words, immediately reacted, put down the cup, got up and left.

Zhou You, who was suddenly named by the suzerain, was also a little panicked at this time.

In his panic, the voice that he had only heard when he was concentrating, came to his mind and the suzerain on the sick bed all turned into bubbles and dissipated without a trace.

"and many more."

Zhou You couldn't figure out what was going on, he didn't know why, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

When the "squeak" sound of pushing the door sounded, the sound that should have been soft was like thunder on the ground, causing Zhou You to sit up from the bed in shock.

However, at this moment, Wu Yao, who pushed the door open, was even more astonished than Zhou You himself:

"The door master is awake?"

When Zhou You lifted the quilt and saw Wu Yao, the dazed feeling of Jin Xi He Xi was left behind by him for a moment, and then his brain started to work rapidly.

But compared to him, Wu Yao is a bit unable to react now: "I'll go, sect master, you are so quick..."

He was only halfway through the conversation when he suddenly realized something, stopped his mouth abruptly, and changed the subject bluntly: "I'll call..."

But Zhou You stopped Wu Yao who was about to run away, "Where is the suzerain?"

"what?"

Wu Yao was a little unresponsive.

Seeing his stunned appearance, Zhou You just squinted his eyes, and then asked repeatedly: "Where is the suzerain!"

If the first time he asked, his tone was questionable, then the second time, Zhou You had already figured out that he was in the painting halberd when he opened his mind.

And where is the suzerain he asked, in fact, there is no need to wait for Wu Yao's answer, the reason why he still asks is because he shielded himself from the blood contract just like when he shielded Miezhu back then.

To put it bluntly, Zhou You just wanted to see how Wu Yao reacted.

"Cough cough."

Sure enough, she didn't know whether it was because she was too flustered or because of other reasons. Wu Yao, who was still wearing the child's shell, rolled her eyes around twice, and finally didn't answer directly. Wake up, let's check first..."

Zhou You interrupted Wu Yao, and replied bluntly: "No, tell me, suzerain..."

Before he could finish his question, Wu Yao who was standing in front of the bed instantly grabbed his arm.

Wu Yao, who was wearing a child's shell, was a little flattered, and after smiling at Zhou You, he stuffed him with a medicine bottle:
"Well, forget about the sect master, you are a doctor yourself, but you should take the medicine first!"

Following his line of sight, Zhou You stretched out his hand to pick up the small white porcelain medicine bottle that Wu Yao had stuffed in, and took a look at it, and then found that it was not the same as those pills he had refined.

Because the medicine bottle itself has a strong ancient sandalwood fragrance, Zhou You thought it was a medicine bottle made of white porcelain. White sandalwood, which is rare in the world for thousands of years.

White sandalwood is almost extinct now, even at Lingqiao, there are not many, Zhou You feels that the medicine bottle Wu Yao handed over is more precious than the medicine inside.

"Hehe, we old antiques, apart from these things that can resist the washing of time, there is nothing else..."

Wu Yao's eyes on Zhou You, coupled with his action of touching the medicine bottle, instantly understood, and he said it as if he was feeling emotional, and he really felt a little sad.

This white sandalwood grew before ancient times, and its rarity is second only to Penglai wood. It has been searched all over the world...

(End of this chapter)