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Bo Yesheng was speechless. Just listening to her words, he felt a warmth spreading from his heart. Although the discomfort in his body continued, he still showed a smile.

But soon, Bo Yesheng stopped laughing, because Song Yi said: "If you die before you can find the materials and repair the Taoist body, then I will have to find someone to accompany me on my travels."

His eyes immediately became sharp, and he looked straight at Song Yi. He even stood up slightly without caring about his upper body, and held Song Yi's wrist tightly. Although he could not speak, the meaning he wanted to express was very obvious. .

Song Yi understood what he meant. Even though she was so nervous several times, she couldn't help but smile: "Since you don't want anyone else to take your place and travel with me, then you must cherish your life and not leave any damage to the meridians."

Song Yi's hand that conveyed spiritual power never stopped. Because of the emptiness of spiritual power, her face gradually turned pale, and she even felt sleepy. This was a warning that the sea of ​​consciousness was about to be emptied.

But in the face of Bo Yesheng's worries, she still held on and said: "It doesn't matter, it's just that the spiritual power is exhausted. If you go back and practice for a few more days, you can replenish the spiritual power."

Bo Yesheng's expression was silent, but he looked at her with a hint of sadness in his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

After another five minutes, Bo Yesheng's poison finally stopped. The moment he realized that his body was no longer in pain, he stood up almost immediately, holding on to the dizziness and hugging Song Yi.

Song Yi's body went limp and she fell weakly into his arms. Before she fainted, she did not forget to hold on and speak: "It's okay. I just lack spiritual energy in my body. I need to rest for a while."

After saying that, she closed her eyes and dropped her hands weakly. Her face turned pale, and she looked much paler than Bo Yesheng just now.

As she fell into coma, the spell that silenced Bo Yesheng's mouth was also unlocked. He held Song Yi tightly and looked as if he was about to rub Song Yi into his body. His voice was painful and low-pressure: "I'm sorry. , it’s all because I’m too weak.”

Song Yi slowly opened her eyes and saw a room shrouded in warm yellow light. She slowly turned her head and looked out the window. It was already dark. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious.

The door to the room was opened, and Bo Yesheng's voice was filled with surprise: "You're awake!"

"Yes." Song Yi nodded. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious. Now her throat was so dry that her voice was hoarse, like sandpaper: "Where is this? How long have I been unconscious?"

Bo Yesheng hurried over and put the medical book in his hand on the bedside table. He poured her a glass of warm water and blew it on before passing it to her: "This is the ward of the special group. I was worried about you after you fainted." My body was weak, but I didn’t know what to do, so I had to call the special team and send you here. You were unconscious for more than seven hours, and it’s already eleven o’clock in the evening.”

Song Yi wanted to take the cup and drink the water herself, but Bo Yesheng directly handed the water to her mouth. She glanced at Bo Yesheng, but the other party didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong, and deliberately put the water cup back. He moved it to her mouth and whispered softly: "I took the warm water specially, but it's not hot now."

There was no other way, so Song Yi had no choice but to hold his hand and drink water in small sips. Her throat felt much better after being moistened by the warm water.

Song Yi also cheered up and looked at the room. It was a very ordinary single ward. The not-so-large room only had a bed, a few cabinets, and a sofa. It looked the same.

Even when he was sitting on the hospital bed, he always felt that the spiritual energy around him was constantly pouring into his body. He didn't even have to move the heavens by himself. After thinking about it, Song Yi looked down and found the spirit gathering formation drawn on the ground with himself as the center. Seeing that she noticed it, Bo Yesheng asked with a slight smile on his face: "What do you think of the painting of this spirit gathering array? Did it help you?"

"The painting is good. I can feel the spiritual energy pouring into my sea of ​​consciousness, but my brushwork is a little immature." After saying that, Song Yi closed her eyes and explored her sea of ​​consciousness, and found that her spiritual energy had recovered by 30%. This speed can be fully restored in another day.

Bo Yesheng smiled happily and gently held Song Yi's hand: "I drew this. I hope I can help you."

"What?" Song Yi was a little stunned, and looked at the formation on the ground, and said anxiously: "Did you draw this? Didn't I seal your spiritual energy? You can't use your spiritual energy now, otherwise it will It speeds up the spread of toxins!”

Seeing her worrying about him, Bo Yesheng felt a sense of satisfaction that almost filled his brain and heart.

After enjoying this feeling for a few seconds, he explained: "Don't worry, I didn't use spiritual energy. I followed the method in that book to create the spirit gathering formation. I first asked a Taoist priest to help me draw the spiritual talisman. Then stick the spirit-drawing talisman on the dagger, use the dagger you gave me as a medium to draw the surrounding spirit energy, and draw the formation with cinnabar."

Hearing this complicated method, Song Yi was stunned, and Bo Yesheng said as if he was mocking himself: "There is no way, I am like a useless person now, I can only use this roundabout method if I want to help you."

"Don't say that. I'm very happy that you can help me." Looking at Bo Yesheng's expression, Song Yi didn't ask him why he didn't let others draw the spirit gathering formation for him.

Song Yi saw the medical skills on the bedside table with her peripheral vision and became curious: "By the way, you just came in with this medical skill, so why are you suddenly interested in it?"

"Well, my spiritual power is not as good as mine, and sometimes I can't help you much, and I will hinder you, just like today, so I want to learn more medical skills and auxiliary formations, so that in the future you can If you are injured or feel uncomfortable, we can help you treat it.”

There was an indescribable emotion on Bo Yesheng's face. When Song Yi heard that he wanted to learn this for herself, she was a little moved and also had some indescribable emotions. In the end, she could only let him hold his hand and look at him seriously: "Thank you."

"I should thank you." Bo Yesheng squeezed her hand gently: "Are you hungry now? I'll go and order you something you like to eat."

Song Yi touched her dry and flat stomach and nodded: "Hungry."

Bo Yesheng was prepared. He took out his mobile phone and made a call. After a while, sumptuous dishes were delivered. Song Yi sat on the hospital bed and ate while Bo Yesheng looked at the medical book in his hand seriously.

Song Yi saw that the cover of the medical book looked like something from a Taoist temple, so she asked, "Who gave you this medical skill?"

"I bought it from a Taoist priest who specializes in medicine. He said it was the most basic introductory book. He also said that I looked like I had some talent. If I learned this book thoroughly in three months, he would write it himself. Teach me." With that said, Bo Yesheng simply handed the medical book to Song Yi's hand.