Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Looking at Qin Ruxue in his arms, who was both ashamed and angry, yet struggling like a kitten without claws, Lin Mo grinned mischievously.

However, he stopped teasing him excessively. Knowing that the time was right, he released his grip, pointed at the unconscious Chen Guang on the ground, and his expression returned to seriousness.

"Don't kill this person yet."

Qin Ruxue's cheeks were still flushed, and her breathing was a little rapid. When she heard about the important matter, she barely managed to suppress the strange feeling in her heart and looked at Lin Mo with curiosity.

Why?

"Keeping this kind of person around is just asking for trouble!"

"No, it's still useful to keep it."

Lin Mo's tone left no room for argument.

"Lock him in the dungeon and keep a close watch on him. Don't let him die, and don't let him escape."

Although Qin Ruxue didn't understand, out of trust in Lin Mo, she didn't ask any more questions and just nodded emphatically.

"it is good."

She immediately summoned several guards, whispered a few instructions, and the guards dragged the unconscious Chen Guang away.

Having dealt with this matter, Lin Mo didn't linger any longer and turned to walk deeper into the mansion.

……

The bedroom where Fengniang was.

Before anyone even entered, a strong smell of blood and herbs wafted over them.

Lin Mo pushed open the door, and Qingzhu was kneeling by the bed, her thin shoulders trembling.

The suppressed sobs were like the mournful cry of a small animal whose mouth had been covered, making one's heart clench.

"Young Master Lin!"

Seeing Lin Mo enter, a glimmer of hope ignited in Qingzhu's eyes.

Lin Mo walked quickly to the bedside.

"What did the doctor say?"

Upon hearing this, the light in Qingzhu's eyes instantly went out, replaced by endless despair.

"I...I bandaged the hall master's wound, but the doctors...the doctors said..."

She choked up, barely able to continue speaking.

"They say the sect leader has lost too much blood, his heart is almost broken, and now... he's just hanging on by a thread, he could... could..."

At this point, Qingzhu could no longer hold back her tears.

With a "plop," she abandoned all dignity and kowtowed heavily to Lin Mo.

His forehead hit the floor with a dull thud.

one more time.

"Young Master Lin! Please, please save the sect leader!"

"As long as you can save the sect leader, Qingzhu is willing to serve you like a slave for the rest of her life! I will never betray you!"

Looking at Qingzhu, who was desperately kowtowing on the ground and whose forehead was soon covered in red swelling, Lin Mo couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.

Feng Niang is no ordinary woman; she has won the unwavering loyalty of her subordinates.

In Blackwind City, where human life is as cheap as grass, this loyalty is more precious than gold.

Lin Mo bent down and helped Qingzhu up.

"Alright, stop crying."

"Let me see it first."

As he spoke, he walked to the bedside.

From both a moral and logical standpoint, he shouldn't have let Fengniang die like that.

In terms of sentiment, Fengniang suffered this misfortune because she was doing things for him.

Logically speaking.

This woman is the one who will be of great help to him in controlling Blackwind City in the future, and even in his plans for the world.

The woman on the bed, Fengniang, had long lost the allure and charm that captivated everyone she usually possessed.

That usually alluring face was now deathly pale, with beads of blood still clinging to her long eyelashes.

Her once plump and alluring red lips, which drove countless men wild, were now completely bloodless.

Although the wounds were bandaged, several gruesome knife and sword cuts were still oozing blood.

This mature and alluring body is like a piece of exquisite porcelain that has been shattered, ready to crumble completely at any moment.

Can't wait any longer.

With a thought, Lin Mo's consciousness sank into the system space.

He remembered that when he opened a bunch of gift packs before, he seemed to have received a bottle of pills.

Lin Mo checked the system space.

Have it.

This is it.

【Tianxiang Ningshen Pill】: Made from the herbs of the Nine Heavens Orchid and the morning dew, it has the effects of strengthening the foundation, nourishing the vital energy, calming the mind, and prolonging life. It can stabilize the dissipating spirit and restore the life force that has been severed.

Concentrate, and prolong life.

I wonder if it will work on Fengniang.

I can't worry about that anymore, I'll try anything.

Lin Mo no longer hesitated.

With a thought, a small, warm, white porcelain bottle appeared in his palm.

Qingzhu, standing to the side, was so astonished by this method of taking things out of thin air that her eyes widened. She covered her mouth tightly, not daring to make a sound.

She had long heard of Lin Mo's various miraculous methods, but since it concerned the life of her own sect leader, she dared not interrupt.

Lin Mo poured out a pill.

The pill was pure white, emitting a soft, clear glow, and an indescribable fragrance filled the room, invigorating anyone who smelled it.

Seeing the miraculous power of this elixir, Qingzhu's heart was once again filled with a burning flame of hope.

Magic medicine!

This must be a miracle drug!

Lin Mo reached out and carefully pried open Feng Niang's slightly cool cherry lips, trying to put the pill into her mouth.

However, although Feng Niang was in a deep coma, her body's instinctive reactions were still present. Her throat tightened involuntarily, and the pill rolled between her lips and teeth, making it impossible for her to swallow.

Lin Mo frowned.

"Qingzhu, go and pour a bowl of warm water."

"yes!"

Qingzhu quickly brought over a bowl of warm water.

Lin Mo placed the pill into a bowl. The translucent white jade pill dissolved upon contact with water, transforming into a bowl of fragrant jade-colored medicinal liquid.

With trembling hands, Qingzhu scooped up a spoonful with a spoon and carefully brought it to Fengniang's lips, pouring it in little by little.

However, the warm medicine kept overflowing from Feng Niang's pale lips, and not a single drop could be poured in.

One drop, two drops...

The precious medicinal liquid, radiating the essence of life, was wasted on the pillowcase.

"How could this be...?"

"How could this happen..."

Qingzhu was so anxious she was almost going crazy. Her hands were shaking so badly she could barely hold the spoon, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

The flame of hope was once again mercilessly extinguished in her eyes.

Seeing this, Lin Mo cursed inwardly.

I can't swallow the whole thing.

Even if it turns into water, it can't be poured in.

What should we do?

"Young Master Lin..."

Qingzhu looked at Lin Mo in despair.

But Lin Mo had no choice.

I can't possibly feed her myself, can I?

Looking at Feng Niang's lifeless face and her still full and sensual lips,

Wait a moment?

Feeding him personally?

Suddenly, an absurd yet seemingly feasible idea flashed through Lin Mo's mind.

Give me the bowl.

Before Qingzhu could answer.

Lin Mo took the medicine bowl from Qingzhu's hand.

Immediately afterward, under Qingzhu's astonished and puzzled gaze, Lin Mo tilted his head back and put all the warm medicine in the bowl into his mouth.

Then, he bent down.

He held Feng Niang's delicate chin with one hand and put the other hand under her neck to gently lift her up.

The next second, under Qingzhu's completely petrified gaze, Lin Mo gently pried open Fengniang's lips with his own.

Then, little by little, the medicine was poured in...