Dedicated to selling swords, the master of metaphysics, she is crazy

The white fox's understated sarcasm was like two slaps, slapping the Wen family couple hard on the face.

Mother Wen was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Xiaolan, didn't you say that the injury is almost healed? How could it be like this!"

Father Wen also frowned: "You child, you are still acting brave after being so seriously injured."

For a moment, the Wen family couple felt guilty.

They couldn't help but wonder, did they really give too much care to their little daughter?After all, Sangsang has been in poor health since she was a child and needs the care of her family.

And Wen Lan is the elder sister, she has been very sensible since she was a child, and she doesn't need to worry about her family.As a result, the Wen family and his wife gradually ignored one thing. Wen Lan is also their daughter, and she will be hurt.

Guilt and self-blame swept the minds of the Wen family and his wife.

Mother Wen was about to check on Wen Lan's injury, when Wen Sang suddenly sobbed and cried: "Sister, why didn't you tell me earlier, it's all my fault, if I found out earlier, I would definitely hire the best doctor for you"

Wen Sang had tears in his eyes.

She ran to Wen Lan's side, and saw two deep wounds on Wen Lan's neck, tears fell down, crying out of breath.

Seeing this, Mother Wen quickly took out a tissue to wipe Wen Sang's tears: "Sangsang, don't cry, the doctor said you shouldn't be too emotional, sit down quickly."

Father Wen also pulled Wen Sang: "Your sister is a monk, and there are alchemists in the college. This injury will definitely heal. Don't worry——hey, you child, you always love your sister so much."

The Wen family and his wife surrounded Wen Sang, asking about his health.

Only Wen Lan sat there alone.

She was used to this scene.

Sometimes Wen Lan really doesn't understand, just because she is an older sister, is she destined to be ignored by her parents?

The more sensible children are, why do they have no sugar to eat?

Su Nuan warned Wen Lan with a serious expression: "Your injury should be treated as soon as possible, Xue Ling's teeth are poisonous, if the poison penetrates deep into the internal organs, even a high-level alchemist cannot save your life."

Wen Lan seemed to be listening to Su Nuan, but didn't seem to be listening.

Her eyes were in a trance.

The white fox eating apples in the corner couldn't stand it anymore, and said in two voices: "This Wen Sang, can you stop crying! I cry so fake, my ears hurt."

Wen Sang choked up, and looked at the white fox with wet eyes.

Mother Wen dissatisfied: "What do you know about this dog? Sangsang was admitted to the intensive care unit when she was born. The doctor said that she has a bad heart and shouldn't be too emotional—"

The white fox pointed to Wen Lan who was sitting on the other side of the sofa: "Wen Sang's mother, you have figured it out! Now it is Wen Lan who is seriously ill. Wen Lan was bitten by the blood spirit, and she is probably about to die. Your mother Your daughter is dying, and you are still caring about your little daughter who is alive and kicking."

Mother Wen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Nonsense, Xiao Lan is a monk, and it is not easy for monks to die."

In the eyes of ordinary people, monks are equivalent to gods.

Immortals have great powers and live a long life, so they will not die because of a little illness or pain.

The white fox rolled his eyes almost to the sky, thinking that Wen's parents were hopeless: "The monks below the fifth level are all a little stronger ordinary people! You will still die if you are poisoned, can you have some common sense."

The fifth level is the watershed for monks.

Beginning monks to fourth-level monks practice internal organs and bones, strengthen the body, and even fly short distances.But it's just physical exercise, and if you are seriously injured, you will die directly.

Cultivators of the fifth level and above are cultivating souls. As long as the monks' souls are still there, even if the body is destroyed, they will not die.

Seeing the firm tone of the white fox, Mother Wen's expression changed.

Father Wen next to him quickly asked Su Jinyan: "Jin Yan, is Xiaolan's injury still recoverable?"

Su Jinyan pondered for a moment, then said, "Uncle, don't worry, there are many excellent alchemists in Xuanyuan Academy, who can definitely cure Xiaolan's illness."

It's just a small blood spirit wound, and it can be healed quickly by inviting an excellent alchemist from the academy.

With Su Jinyan's guarantee, the Wen family and his wife finally felt relieved.

It is easy to heal a monk's injury. This white fox is really a cunning fox.

"Xiao Lan, don't hide your injuries from the family in the future, or Mom and Dad will be sad, you know?" Mother Wen was unhappy, and told Wen Lan, "You have always been sensible, don't let Mom down."

Wen Lan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But she doesn't seem to be able to say anything.

The white fox sniffed the room carefully, but could only smell a faint scent of the blood spirit, and could not determine the exact location of the blood spirit.

It had no choice but to spread its fox claws regretfully, and returned to Su Nuan's side: "I can be sure that the blood spirit must often linger in your Wen's house—"

Mother Wen was taken aback, and subconsciously grabbed Wen Sang's hand: "In our house? What should we do? Why won't this monster let my poor Sangsang go!"

Wen Sangcai has been weak and sick since childhood.

Now he is being targeted by a terrifying beast again!

Mother Wen was distraught.

The white fox rubbed his ears and was speechless: "How many times do I have to tell you that Wen Sang is the only daughter in your family? What if the blood spirit's target is Wen Lan? You should care about Wen Lan anyway."

Mother Wen said without thinking, "Xiao Lan is a monk, she—"

Only then did Mother Wen realize that Wen Lan was also seriously injured now.

Mother Wen felt guilty.

But after thinking about it, Xiaolan is a supernatural monk after all, even if she is injured, she should be stronger than Sangsang.Thinking of this, Mother Wen shifted her worries to her little daughter.

Sangsang is just an ordinary human girl, without cultivation, weak and sickly.He was a poor child with ill-fated fate, but he was still being targeted by a terrifying monster. It was really pitiful.

Mother Wen's eyes were red, and she cast a pleading look at Wen Lan and Su Jinyan: "Jin Yan, Xiao Lan, can you send some monks to patrol around our house? What if the monsters attack Sangsang?"

Su Jinyan nodded: "Auntie, don't worry, the Nancheng guards will patrol the neighborhood every day."

Only then did the Wen family feel relieved.

Su Nuan did not find the whereabouts of the blood spirit for the time being, and got up to leave.

Wen Lan personally sent her to the door. It was already dusk outside, and the light red sunset light shone softly, making Wen Lan's originally pale face flushed.

Wen Lan said softly: "Su Nuan, investigating the blood spirit is a very dangerous task. You have no cultivation base, so be careful in everything and don't take risks lightly."

Every year, many monks of Nancheng Xuan Academy die under the claws of monsters.

Wen Lan doesn't want to see Su Nuan become the next victim.

Su Nuan nodded lightly: "Your injury needs to be treated, there can be no further delay."

Wen Lan lowered her eyes: "I know that's right Su Nuan, the school will organize a freshman exam tomorrow, you remember to review."

Su Nuan: "Okay."

The white fox squeezed his paws, still full of anger, and said to Wen Lan angrily: "Your parents are really partial! I have a chance to wake them up! I don't like such partial parents the most, and I wish I could swallow them all in one gulp." .”