Bao Ma is rich in the realm of self-cultivation

Chapter 187 Rescue with all one's strength ([-])

Before he could get discouraged, the wind blew up behind him, and he fell into the embrace that he had been familiar with for more than a day, and was hugged and ran.

"Where is the thing you want?" Hu Qing was extremely anxious.

The space in the enchantment is not large, only about an acre of land, and it is full of plants, some withered and others full of vitality.Hu Qing had guessed that what the man was looking for should be Lingzhi.

The man's body was cold, and his lips were gray: "Vermilion vermilion fruit."

Hu Qing saw a small tree with vermilion fruits hanging on it at a glance, it looked so familiar, and only saw the picture from Guanshi Jiang when he came.

I didn't expect her to be so lucky that she actually met her.

Juling fruit.

She immediately thought that the man wanted to use this fruit to restore his dantian.

The tree is not tall, not reaching Hu Qing's chest, and it bears a lot of fruits, about ten.

Hu Qing didn't think much of it, ran to the tree with the man in his arms, squatted down with both legs, hugged the man with one hand to fix it, and grabbed a fruit with the other and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fearing that he would not be able to chew it, he squeezed hard with five fingers, and the fruit was smashed, just in time for the man to suck it, and choked it all into his throat.

Without waiting for him to cough up, a bamboo tube was put on, and tons of tons of water were poured.

Hu Qing threw the bamboo tube away, then picked the fruit and crushed it to feed him: "Be patient first, I'll talk about it when I get it back."

The man was powerless to resist, so he had to eat and eat. Finally, after eating three vermilion fruits, the spiritual power in his body was replenished, and he had the strength to hold Hu Qing's wrist: "Wait—wait—"

Hu Qing paused: "Alive?"

Man: ". Draw the knife."

Hu Qing looked away, suddenly, the knife is still stuck in the dantian, no matter how miraculous the fruit is, it can't grow the dagger into the dantian.

Quickly put him down, put his hand on the dagger: "Shengba?"

The man is speechless, otherwise?Do you want to cook him and then pull it out to cut the meat?

He said, "It doesn't matter if you pull out the knife, the sooner the better."

Hu Qing shook her fingers and pulled out a knife. In the last days, she pulled out more and inserted more, and she was absolutely sure to pull out the same way, but--looking at the man's face, although it was a little better than before, it was still the same. Dying to death.

She stood up suddenly, picked off all the vermilion fruits and piled them on his chest in one go: "You eat, I'll pull it out."

The man was a little shocked: "I, I don't need so much——"

"Let's eat first. I can't work so hard to save you and fail for a few broken fruits." Hu Qing motioned him to eat, holding the dagger with his fingers.

The man stared blankly at her, subconsciously gnawed on the vermilion fruit, gnawed on one, but she didn't make a move, and gnawed on another, and she didn't make a move yet.

Hu lightly licked his lips: "What smell?"

Man: "Huh? Sweet?"

Whoosh, the dagger was pulled out, a bloody arrow shot out, Hu Qing slapped it down with a palm, and the man screamed.

Hu Qing covered the wound with his right hand, and stuffed Zhu Guo with his left hand: "Eat quickly."

The man shed tears from the pain, and at the same time his throat hurt, he was forced to swallow, his spiritual power was agitated, he moistened the exhausted meridians, and forcibly operated the exercises.

Hu Qing was still asking: "Is it okay? Is it okay? Stop the bleeding first?"

The man could no longer take care of her. As soon as the exercises were performed, his meridians and spiritual power were out of control due to the broken dantian. He had to use his remaining spiritual consciousness to control, suppress, and guide the spiritual power to run along the path of the exercises, while repairing The meridians, when the meridians are fully repaired, the dantian can be repaired in reverse.

It is almost impossible to restore the dantian with meridians, if he hadn't happened to have an accident near this valley, if he hadn't happened to know that there was a spirit gathering fruit in the valley, if it hadn't happened that someone had rescued him and brought him here—he was going to Enchanted.

There is no need to restrict the dantian to cultivate demons.It was a fact that he was killed, and had nothing to do with the false and shallow friendship. He didn't need the slightest hesitation about revenge.

One second before he made up his mind, Hu lightly stepped on him, and he suddenly wanted to try, to see if everyone's hearts were sinister and indifferent.

He thought that he had met a very special person, even though she was a mortal, she was like a strand of tenacity, which made him reluctant to give up, the warmth and light that he had been pursuing in the past.

He has come here, with her mortal body, hugging himself, walking here step by step, he does not believe that this will be his dead end.

The man was all focused on repairing the injury, and Hu Qing's inquiry could not be answered, so she couldn't care less, took out various hemostatic medicines from the storage bag, stabbed and tore the clothes on the wound—uh, forcefully It's a bit bigger, and the opening is a bit big cough cough.

She poured all the powder on it, and the white and yellow powder was quickly soaked in blood and turned red, and the blood was still gurgling out.

Hu Qing looked around anxiously, her eyes lit up, and she saw the leaves of the nearby plants, stopping the bleeding!

She looked at the man and saw that he closed his eyes and concentrated on it, he didn't even care about eating the fruit, so she crushed a fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.Then he slammed a handful of leaves to stop the bleeding, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed, chewed twice and spit it out on the wound, chewed and spit again, chewed and spit again.

I kept looking around and found a plant that could stop the bleeding better. I rushed over and took out the hoe and dug hard. I dug out a large piece of root. I didn’t care to wash it. on the wound.

Looking at the person again, he crushed two fruits and stuffed them in with his hands covered in blood, mud, and broken leaves and roots.

Then apply the wound, and then feed the fruit.More than a dozen fruits were fed into the mouth, but Hu Qing still felt that it was not enough, so she picked and fed all the fruits that grew here that she knew were good for the body, and all the leaves, stems, and roots that stopped bleeding were also dug out, chewed and mashed Apply it to the wound.The valley in the mountain crevice was dark and gloomy, and the people on the ground finally opened their eyes and came back to life.

As soon as he came back to life, he felt the incomparable pressure from his stomach, and he saw a mountain growing on his stomach.It was a mountain of medicine exuding a strange smell.

stunned.

Did you receive any miraculous treatment?
Footsteps sounded in his ears, and he saw a haggard face appear, his savior was holding a handful of grass in his hand.

Hu Qing also breathed a sigh of relief seeing him wake up: "You finally woke up, if you don't wake up again I really don't know what to feed you."

Looking at the grass, the man's rare expressionless face, he felt abnormally full at this moment: "Can I ask, have you fed me anything?"

Hu exhaled softly: "I will feed you everything that can be eaten here."

man:"."

"Oh, don't worry, I didn't feed you the poisonous ones."

He struggled to get up, but was suppressed by the mountain of medicine on his stomach.

Hu Qing: "You don't bleed, do you?"

He looked at the medicine mountain, with such a mountain pressing down, it would be difficult to bleed.

"No bleeding. I want to sit up."

Hu Qing stepped forward, pushed her hand, and the mountain of medicine suddenly fell down. The man felt bad, why was his stomach so cold?Not only the belly, but also the top and bottom of the belly.
Hu Qingding took a few glances, and regretfully told him: "There is no bleeding, but there may be a scar, which is not good to look at."

(End of this chapter)