The cause of cultivating immortals is on my shoulders, and my junior sister is the leader.

Chapter 25 The Deadline
The moonlight cast a faint light on the rock jade, and a man stepped on the moon and stood on the side with a long body and a sly look on the jade.

"Xiao Qinghe, seeing you in such pain really makes me feel bad."

A familiar voice came from behind, and you knew who it was without opening your eyes.

It's a pity that Song Qinghe doesn't have the strength to argue with this man who has no shame at all.

"roll."

The fine pain in her body made it impossible for her to say more words, but she still couldn't help scolding him concisely.

"Xiao Qinghe is really cruel. I came to help you relieve the pain in your body, but you actually told me to get lost. It really hurts my heart."

Yue Feizi took off her coat as she spoke.

A rustling sound reached Song Qinghe's ears. She frowned and opened her eyes. Her narrow eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Xiao Qinghe is so ruthless, but your brother Yue can't be cruel to you. Alas, how will Xiao Qinghe repay me in the future?"

What kind of disgusting name is Brother Yue?

After saying that, the man in a white shirt with long silver-white hair hanging down went down into the spring under the woman's wary gaze.

Song Qinghe felt a chill, and she couldn't spare the energy to deal with this man now.

He could only gnash his teeth and curse.

"Master Yue Sect, taking advantage of others' danger, is it true that you don't have any face at all?"

The white teeth bit the pale lips, and the cold mist in his eyes warned the man who was approaching.

"What do I want to do with face? I want my little Qinghe."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yue Feizi's generous palms pressed against her back, and the spiritual energy in her body was continuously poured into her palms. She touched her back with her fingers a few times, and the spiritual energy from her fingertips entered the woman's body and wandered around. With.

In his mind and with the incoming Yuanshen power, he detected the place where the toxins gathered the most, and began to input more spiritual power along the meridians into Song Qinghe's body to neutralize the boiling heat wave.

Song Qinghe only felt that the pain in his body was relieved, and a cold spiritual power flowed through his body to relieve the hot feeling caused by the toxin.

After a long time, the pain in her body gradually became negligible, and the man released his hand, resting his heavy head on her shoulder and breathing heavily.

Song Qinghe frowned again and slapped the man's head away, "Yue Feizi, although you saved me, don't push yourself too far."

I slapped him on the head, thinking that even if I couldn't shake him, I could let him know my attitude.

Who knew he would slap the person into the water!
The man's body slipped into the ice spring, and his long silver-white hair floated wetly on the water as he gradually sank.

"Yue Feizi, are you so fragile? You want to drown to death after just saying a few words to you?"

After saying that, the man's face was completely submerged in the water from the ice spring.

Song Qinghe sighed helplessly and scooped up the man from the spring.

"Don't pretend to be dead."

The man closed his eyes tightly, his hair was still cold, and his face became a little pale.

After calling several times, he was still unconscious and did not give any response.

Then he used the buoyancy of the water to hold his waist and drag him to the shore, and thoughtfully put on him the dry clothes he had taken off before.

Just as the woman turned around and walked to the other side, the person leaning on the bank of the spring opened his eyes and took her wrist.

"Xiao Qinghe is really heartless. I saved you, are you going to leave me here alone?"

The man's voice was a little weak, and his grip on his wrist was so light that he could break away at any time.

Song Qinghe squeezed his hand and let it go on the stone.

"I'll go over there and change my clothes and take you out for treatment. Don't think that you can make trouble unreasonably just because you saved me. Yue Feizi, if you don't want to die here, you'd better keep quiet."

Song Qinghe smiled at him, his eyes full of warning.

"Xiao Qinghe is really..." Before he could finish his words, Song Qinghe tapped his dumb point impatiently.

"I won't take this trick. I'll save my strength to treat the disease later."

Song Qinghe then walked to the other shore, and the cold air in the spring just blocked the man's unobstructed gaze.

Then he went outside and called Yun Huai, and the two men carried the man out.

Yue Feizi looked at Yun Huai with dark eyes. He was speechless and could only let the two of them carry him out.

"Sister Qinghe, why doesn't the sect master speak?"

The expressionless Yun Huai felt a little baffled when the man stared at him, so he turned his head to look at Song Qinghe.

"He was too tired to talk."

Yue Feizi simply closed her eyes.

He is now a mute eating Coptis chinensis, unable to express his suffering!

Finally, Yue Feizi was carried into his bedroom. Unlike the Qingfeng Gate, the Yue Gate was spacious and spacious, with white walls lined with outstanding people.

"Miss Yunhuai, he hurt his inner breath."

Song Qinghe looked at the speechless man on the bed, said something and planned to leave.

"Miss Song, stay."

Yun Huai saw the door owner's gaze and stopped the woman who was about to leave.

The thin veil was caressed by the gentle breeze blowing in from the crack of the open door. The moonlight was bright and the candlelight in the house was swaying.

"Miss Yunhuai, what else can you do?"

"I'm going to make some medicine for the sect master. I would like to ask Miss Qinghe to take care of the sect master here. Is that okay?"

Song Qinghe lowered his eyes indifferently. After getting the affirmative answer, Yunhuai immediately walked out and closed the door carefully.

The huge room was decorated with jade railings and light gauze. Song Qinghe walked around the layers of white gauze and sat beside the man's bed.

"You look like a [-]-foot-tall man, so why are you dressing up in such a girly way?"

Song Qinghe looked at him teasingly, with a hint of teasing on his lips. Unfortunately, the man who was accused could only lie on the bed with eyes wide open in protest.

Seeing his feeble attempt to resist, the woman smiled even brighter.

After a long time, the accumulated poison in the body finally reached its deadline. Today is the sixth day.

Before Yun Huai could wait, the poison in his body was already brewing. Beads of sweat immediately appeared on the woman's forehead. She endured the throbbing pain and looked at the door impatiently.

"I will relieve your acupuncture point, and you will wait patiently for Yun Huai to come."

After speaking, the woman stretched out her hand and tapped his neck. She didn't stand up until he could speak.

The poison in the body is spreading, and if the antidote is not obtained before sunrise tomorrow, it will only turn into a mummy.

Song Qinghe endured the pain that gradually became clearer in his body, walked steadily and slowly, not daring to shake his body.

She didn't want to be indebted to this really annoying man at the critical moment of life and death.

"What happened to Xiao Qinghe? Just left like this?"

The weak man was holding his temple with one hand, lying sideways on the bed and looking straight at the woman's back.

"There's so much nonsense. If I had known it... I wouldn't have untied it for you."

After saying that, the woman opened the door and stepped out.

After closing the door from the outside, his body could no longer hold up. He started to stagger back and fell to the ground before taking a few steps!
The toxins in the body are about to spread to the heart vessels...

(End of this chapter)