Overturning the little milk bottle of the metaphysics boss, everyone loves it

People cannot be resurrected after death, in order to let them rest in peace, they will no longer suffer from the bites of snakes and insects.

Song Baoling ordered someone to carry the body down for cremation, and then put it all in a box and buried it.

After finishing all this work, it seemed that there was nothing else in this dilapidated temple except those few corpses.

A few people came out of the ruined temple, and were thinking of going elsewhere to check if there were other clues.

Suddenly, Song Baoling's chest was throbbing with pain, like ten thousand insects gnawed on him.

It hurts... Song Baoling's face changed suddenly, and he unconsciously clutched his chest tightly.

Song Lianming sensed something was wrong, and immediately became nervous, "Little sister! What's wrong with you! Don't scare big brother!"

As soon as the words were finished, Song Baoling spit out a mouthful of blood, which stained Song Lianming's clothes red. In the next second, Song Baoling's vision became more and more blurred.

The last thing I saw was Song Lianming calling out to me, but I didn't have any strength, and with the pain, I couldn't respond in the end, so I passed out.

Returning to the inn quickly, Song Lianming hugged the dying Song Baoling, his heart felt as if blood was dripping out: "Come on! Call the military doctor!!"

It was the first time Jun Bing saw General Song like this, so he didn't need to guess that something shocking must have happened.

The soldiers ran out like the wind, and Song Lianming carefully put Song Baoling on the bed, blaming himself in his heart, holding her hand tightly with both hands.

"It's all brother's fault. He didn't protect you well. You must wake up!" Song Lianming's eyes were red and he was holding back tears.

Time passed by, and Song Lianming's heart tightened. Song Baoling's lips were already purple due to poisoning. At this time, an old man over half a century old tremblingly walked into the room with a medicine box on his back.

Just when he was about to salute Song Lianming, Song Lianming directly pulled him down beside Song Baoling's bed.

He hurriedly said, "Military doctor, you have been practicing medicine in the army for many years, so there must be a way to treat her. As long as I can save her, I will do anything!"

The military doctor glanced at Song Baoling, with a serious expression on his face, and replied to Song Lianming, "This subordinate will definitely do his best."

After finishing speaking, he put down the medicine box and began to take Song Baoling's pulse. The atmosphere was a bit dignified, and everyone present did not dare to breathe, but Song Lianming's forehead was already breaking out in a cold sweat because of worry.

After pulling out the pulse, the military doctor opened the medical box again, took out a bundle, and inserted long and thin silver needles into Song Baoling's acupuncture points.

Although Song Baoling fell into a coma, when the silver needles pierced the skin, he subconsciously frowned.

Song Lianming paced back and forth, and when the military doctor pierced the last silver needle, he hurriedly asked, "How is it? Ling'er can still be saved!"

Facing the questioning, the military doctor showed embarrassment, his eyes dodged a little, and he didn't know how to speak.

Song Lianming saw him hesitating for a long time, and he was eager to love his sister, so he pulled out the long knife of the guard next to him in a moment of impatience, and when the blade turned, it touched the military doctor's neck: "Say!"

His voice was low and murderous, so frightened that the military doctor's legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground, trembling.

He hurriedly said, "Back to the general, the one among the ladies is...Hanbingsan!

This medicine is not a poison, but a tonic! "

"Oh, what kind of tonic can ask for a person's name!" Song Lianming said angrily.

"General, calm down, this medicine is indeed a tonic, but if it encounters the rotten smell of a corpse, the tonic will become poison! The stronger the rotten smell, the stronger the toxicity!"

Song Lianming suddenly felt like a thunderbolt from the blue sky. The corpses in the temple were rotten. According to what he said, wouldn't Linger have a few days to live...

"Impossible..." Song Lianming choked up his voice, his eyes trembled, and after a while, he asked tremblingly: "Then... there are other ways to save it!"

The military doctor knelt on the ground, buried his head deeper, sighed, and said slowly: "This subordinate has tried his best..."

Hearing this, Song Lianming's face turned pale, as if he had lost his soul.

He staggered, his eyes darkened, and he almost fell.

Taking a few steps back, I sat down on the stool, my whole heart fell to the bottom, and my eyes were lax.

the other side.

The national teacher fought against Jun Tianlin. The national teacher was dressed in purple, with an indifferent expression and a trace of anger on his handsome and flawless face.

With a smile on Jun Tianlin's face, he didn't fight back when faced with the imperial teacher's pressing step by step.

"Unexpectedly, you care about her so much?" Jun Tianlin's mouth curled up with a sinister arc.

"Jun Tianlin, I will do my best to help you. Didn't you promise me that you would not ask for her name! You poisoned her so hard! What is your intention!"

Jun Tianlin stroked the end of his hair, and faced the questioning, he was not annoyed, even though he didn't dare to really kill himself.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a troubled look: "National Teacher, I didn't tell you about you, so now, why are you pretending to be affectionate?

It was you who pushed her to this king's side back then, and this king almost got married to her, so I don't see you being so angry? "

"Hmph! Jun Tianlin, let me tell you, Song Baoling is mine! Only I have the right to decide her life and death! What are you!"

"Your person?" Jun Tianlin pretended to be puzzled, and then laughed contemptuously, "National Teacher, you should know better than anyone else that Song Baoling is just an introduction for you to resurrect that person.

Or, because they look similar, you can't tell who is who? "

Hearing these words, the national teacher held the hand of the long sword and couldn't help shaking. He really wanted to kill Jun Tianlin immediately, but now he couldn't.

Jun Tianlin's words were like bursts of magic sounds, as if bewitching him, his eyes were fierce, and he yelled at Jun Tianlin, "Shut up!"

Afterwards, a sword qi quickly flung towards Jun Tianlin, and he easily dodged the blow.

Facing one after another of fatal attacks, Jun Tianlin also suppressed his smile and concentrated on coping, but if he continued to pester him, if this guy went mad and really scratched himself, wouldn't he become a wronged seed! ?

"Okay!" Panting, Jun Tianlin bowed to the national teacher, took out a pill, and threw it into the national teacher's hand.

"This lord was just joking with you. You are anxious. This is the antidote. After taking it, use your internal force to force out the toxin and you will be fine."

Hearing the sound, the national teacher didn't move, his eyes were still fierce, and he didn't seem to believe what he said.

Poisoning people with the front foot, can the antidote be taken out with the back foot?
Jun Tianlin saw the suspicion in his heart, so he just cleared his throat and coughed twice.

"Believe it or not, you can even spend it with this king forever, but that Song Baoling's poison...is not sure if it can withstand the exhaustion."

After hearing this sentence, the national teacher's complexion was still cloudy, and he held the antidote in his hand.

After thinking for a while, he took the antidote and put down his harsh words: "Jun Tianlin, I warn you, if Song Baoling dies, I will let you be buried with her!"

Jun Tianlin pursed his mouth and spread his hands, with an expression of indifference, the national teacher gave him a last glance, then turned and flew towards Yangcheng.