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Chapter 117 Xanadu (seeking collection and recommendation!)

under the cliff.

Compared with the desolation and depression shown on the top of the mountain or the whole mountain, there is a scenery under the cliff.

It has been many days since autumn, although there are some plants that are still full of vitality like osmanthus trees, the tone of the whole land has already changed from green to yellow, and no one cares about the withered picture on the barren hills, because autumn As it should be.

But under this cliff, it completely changed its appearance.

The ground is a meadow that is not oily green, but there are many delicate flowers blooming in lavender like morning glory on it. They are born at the bottom of the valley facing the invisible sun, and they stubbornly raise their heads, which has a special charm.

Not far away is a small stream that flows slowly. The reason why a stream is used instead of a river is because it is so small that an adult can walk across it.

But the water inside is very clear. If you look carefully, you can still see the little fish swimming happily.

On the opposite side of the river are some fruit trees. In the withered season of autumn, there are still lush leaves and some ripe fruits, which are very attractive.

This is really a paradise under the barren mountains.

But—it is such a beautiful scenery, but Zhang Twelve is not in any mood to look at it at the moment.

Zhang Twelve, who broke through the bottleneck in mid-air, flew to the bottom of the cliff, or a strange place at the bottom of the valley without any effort, and then had to stop because Lu Fujing had passed out.

He knew that she shouldn't be allowed to sleep at a time like this—he was afraid that she would never get up again after falling asleep like this, but he didn't care so much during the flight down. When he landed, he found that Lu Fujing had already fallen asleep. Trembling, she tried her sniff, and when she felt the faint sound of breathing, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't know the specifics of her injuries, and he didn't dare to move her easily any more. He landed on the grass beside the stream and stopped.

She shouted a few times, but Lu Fujing didn't respond, her body had cooled down a lot, and her complexion was not quite right - Zhang Twelve always felt that her complexion had a faint purple color.

It's just a little strange, why is Lu Fujing's body so cold and unconscious?

The wound was really not that big, although it was more serious than scratching the skin, but it definitely did not reach the point of hurting the bones, but the look of the wound...

It's all purple!
Moreover, the purple color still tended to spread to the surrounding area. Zhang Twelve looked at Lu Fujing's face again, and finally confirmed that the faint purple color on her face was not a mistake, but just like that!
The wound was still oozing blood, but the blood was not bright red, but black blood!

Zhang Twelve, who has never eaten pork but has always seen pigs running, immediately guessed that he might be poisoned, and the four eagles in Yushan were simply too ruthless. The arrow smeared the poison, how much he wanted him to die!
This vengeance, I have written down, as long as you let me go out, I promise to wipe out all of you Gushan Four Eagles!
But fortunately, it was Lu Fujing who was shot by the arrow and not him. If he was shot by the arrow, the result would be that both of them would die, right?

Although Zhang Twelve didn't know how to detoxify, Tang Sanjue gave him six pills of Huanyang Dan, and said that apart from a few poisons, Tang Sanjue could cure other poisons.

Zhang Twelve thought he wouldn't be so unlucky, right?
Immediately feed Lu Fujing the medicine. Just after taking the medicine, the lavender on Lu Fujing's lips has receded. Pressing his fingers on her lips, Zhang Twelve felt a familiar warmth.

The cold feeling before has all disappeared!
This Yang Dan is really amazing!
　It’s really beeping, the order of the two chapters is wrong, and there is no manuscript, I deleted 118, and wrote it again, I can’t remember the original one, I wrote a little, so let’s update it today. . . . .

　　
　
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