After dressing like a waste of wood, I relied on dry food to reach the peak of my life

Chapter 87 I Can Help Him
Aunt Liu was so anxious that tears streamed down her face, Li Qingmeng gritted her teeth: "How about we take a wooden plank, spread a quilt on it, and ask someone to help carry it to the Shangde Hall?"

Aunt Liu nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I'm going to find a wooden board."

Li Yue'er held Aunt Liu back: "It's too late, it was fine before, just now he drank the soul-returning soup, the energy and blood in his body surged, and it won't be long before the Dao energy will invade the internal organs."

Aunt Liu's legs gave way, and she fell to the ground, her face full of despair.

Li Qingmeng looked at Xiaole's small body, struggling unconsciously on the bed, her heart was in a ball.

At this time, a soft and cute voice sounded: "I can help him straighten out his morale."

Aunt Liu was like a drowning person encountering driftwood, she suddenly raised her head, but she didn't find the speaker.

Li Yue'er also turned around in surprise and looked around.

Li Qingmeng didn't expect Qingkong to make a sound suddenly, she was startled, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Who told you to talk casually, don't talk nonsense, now is not the time to joke."

Qingkong's aggrieved voice came out: "I'm not lying. We dragons are born to be the darlings of the Dao, and we have an inexplicable sense of intimacy with Dao Qi. I can easily feel the subtle flow of Dao Qi."

Seeing Li Qingmeng talking to her wrist, Li Yue'er pulled Li Qingmeng's hand to look worriedly, but was startled by the mark on her wrist.

Aunt Liu didn't notice the abnormality at all, her mind was full of the phrase "I can help him", she begged Li Qingmeng's hand: "Xiaomeng, please save Xiaole."

Li Qingmeng said to Qingkong in embarrassment: "Come out."

Qing Kong appeared in front of several people in the blink of an eye.

Aunt Liu saw that the speaker was just a doll a little higher than her knees, her heart tightened, she knelt down in front of Qingkong, and held Qingkong's shoulders with both hands: "Little doll, do you think you can save Xiaole?"

Qingkong was a little scared, and shrank back, trying to break free from Aunt Liu, but Li Qingmeng quickly stepped forward and pulled her out, squatted down, looked into Qingkong's eyes, and asked solemnly: "Can you really save Xiaole?"

Aozora nodded heavily.

Li Qingmeng got up and said to Li Yueer and Aunt Liu: "This is Qingkong, she is my friend's child, let me take care of her for a few days. I can't tell her origin, and you can't reveal her ability to anyone. I believe She can really save Xiao Le, let her try."

Aunt Liu seized her last hope and was unwilling to question Qingkong, while Li Yueer believed in her daughter unconditionally.

So Qing Kong was carried to bed next to Xiao Le.

Her chubby face was serious, her mouth was tightly pursed, she stretched out her hand to touch Xiao Le's brow, and closed her eyes.

The three of Li Qingmeng stared closely at the two little people on the bed, not daring to show their breath, for fear of disturbing the blue sky.

After half a cup of tea passed, Qingkong kept on maintaining that movement, finally Xiao Le's brows no longer tightly furrowed, his forehead no longer sweated, his body no longer unconsciously struggled, and he obviously relaxed.

Seeing Xiao Le's improvement obviously, Aunt Liu and Li Yue'er looked at each other, joy filled their faces.

After a stick of incense time passed, Xiao Le completely calmed down, and seemed to have entered a sweet dreamland.

Qingkong opened his eyes, turned to Li Qingmeng weakly, and stretched out his hands: "I'm so tired, I need a hug."

Li Qingmeng hurriedly stepped forward, hugged Qingkong, and rubbed her chubby hands distressedly.

Aunt Liu touched Xiao Le's forehead, and asked cautiously, "Is Xiao Le better? Why didn't you wake up?"

Qing Kong replied softly: "Well, he is too tired and fell asleep. I am also very sleepy and want to sleep."

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