sun devour

Chapter 347

As the footsteps left, the room fell into silence.

On the bed, lay a young man, except for the slight ups and downs of his left chest, he hadn't even moved a single finger for such a long time.

"Boom tom. Boom tom"

With the heartbeat, the blood washed every corner of the body, every cell, those wounds, those exhausted, under the nourishment of this gray energy, a trace of vitality permeated.

Everything is moving in a good direction.

The members of the Xie family flaunted their power and left again, and the hall fell into silence.

Apart from Wan Sisi and Wan Ling, there were three other old men sitting upright. Their expressions were not good-looking, even the lively and active Wan Ling also had a serious face.

"How long can my father last?"

Wan Sisi opened her mouth to break the silence.

"The Patriarch's injury is not optimistic. The wound on the 'God' has been spreading. If this continues, at most ten days, the Patriarch's 'God' will collapse. By then."

An old man told Wan Peng's current situation in a heavy tone.

"Ten days!"

Wan Sisi held onto her little hand tightly, her beautiful eyes were full of water, her white teeth bit her lower lip, she tried her best not to cry out.

"Is there no other way besides taking medicine?"

"one left!"

The old man answered.

"Boss, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Hurry up!"

Several people looked at him expectantly.

"This method is worse than the previous one."

The old man shook his head with a bitter mouth.

"What is the solution, there are always many routes"

The old man next to him was in a hurry.

"Unless, unless there is a god master, a god master above the Xuan level is willing to help!"

After the old man finished speaking in one breath, the ray of hope in the eyes of the few people disappeared immediately.

Not to mention whether we can find it or not, but we have found it. Asking a divine master to heal Wan Peng is no different from the Arabian Nights for the Wan family, and this is why the old man has never said it.

God teacher is the most respected profession, and at the same time, it is also the rarest one. Ordinary people can talk about it for a long time when they see a god teacher.

"God" is the spirit, where the soul is, and it was originally an elusive thing, but the gods are different. Their "god" is different from ordinary people, and they can directly cultivate "god" to make up for "god", and even use "god" as a means of attack.

In the Dayu Empire, no one could shake the status of the god master. In a small place like Linhuang City, there really was no god master ever visited.

"Master."

Wan Sisi's eyes turned red.

This kind of person usually appears in allusions, how can they see that kind of god in these remote areas.

The girl squeezed her two small hands tightly, and desolation flashed in her eyes.

In the room, the boy was lying on the bed, and a juicy little girl was leaning against the bed with her head propped on her hands.

"Oh, my sister won't agree to marry that annoying ghost, will she?"

The ten days were approaching very quickly. These days, the Wan mansion was also lifeless. Everyone knew that if Wan Peng fell, what would the Wan family face.

"Housekeeper Fu is back!"

A voice alarmed everyone in Wan Mansion.

"Forbe is back? Great!"

Xiao Wanling jumped up immediately, and her originally dim eyes became a little brighter.

"what?"

The moment she turned around, she seemed to see that the fingers of the boy on the bed seemed to move.

"Am I wrong?"

But she was in a hurry to go out now, so she didn't delve into it.

But not long after she left, the boy on the bed bent his fingers, and after a while, his eyes also opened.

"Finally"

Yu Xiaojie sat up with his hands propped up.

"hiss"

The soreness from all over his body made him grit his teeth and gasp for air.

This was the first time he suffered such serious physical injuries.

After sitting cross-legged, he put on a good posture, and the thirteen Wuji postures started to run.

With his urging, the gray energy in the blood vessels surged, and he felt light all over immediately, and a sense of relief replaced the original soreness.

"Uncle Fu, have you found the water cloud grass?"

Wan Sisi rushed into the hall and asked anxiously.

"Fortunately not humiliated!"

Uncle Fu was also very excited, he took out a watery spirit grass from his bosom.

There are two pieces of spiritual grass, with fluorescent light flowing on them.

"crash"

Just swaying the blades slightly, there was a faint sound of water falling.

"It's really a water grass!"

There was a burst of exclamation, and everyone's eyes were filled with joy.

"The Patriarch is saved!"

"that is really good!"

"Woooo."

"I knew Forbe would get it back!"

Xiao Wanling raised her little head, looking very proud, as if it was her credit.

"Ha ha."

The little girl's cute appearance made everyone burst into laughter and joy, and immediately changed the previous dullness and sadness.

"Fauber."

Wan Sisi took a step forward, knelt down directly, and Fu Bo didn't react at all.

"Miss, this is absolutely unacceptable"

Forbe was a little flustered.

"Woooo. Daddy was saved, it's all thanks to Uncle Fu."

Wan Sisi was sad, if Uncle Fu didn't find the Water Yuncao this time, then she would very likely choose to sacrifice herself, imagine how grateful she was at this moment.

"Miss, get up quickly."

"Sister, get up."

Under Uncle Fu's gesture, Xiao Wanling stood up holding the girl's arm.

"The Patriarch has saved my life. If there is no Patriarch, I would not be here long ago. Therefore, miss, please don't do this."

Uncle Fu was originally a casual cultivator. At that time, he was the sect class. He came to this barren beast mountain range for the sake of the panacea. He was rescued by Wan Peng, so although he is already a venerable at this time, he is still willing to be a little housekeeper in Wan's house.

"The water cloud grass has been obtained, the elders should quickly prepare the elixir."

"well."

An old man came over, took the Shui Yuncao with trembling hands, and hurried to the inner room.

It was no longer the time to be polite, Wan Peng's injury became more serious as it dragged on, and it was always better if it was earlier.

In Wanpeng's room, he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was pale, and his face was a little thin.

Under the gaze of everyone, half a bowl of green elixir was slowly swallowed.

The elder inspected it again, his face relaxed slightly, he turned around, and under the expectant eyes of everyone, said: "Everyone, don't worry."

"call"

Hearing this, everyone was relieved.

"But why hasn't Daddy woke up?"

Xiao Wanling tilted her head and expressed her doubts.

"Would it be that just one elixir is not enough?"

Wan Sisi also became nervous.

"One note is enough, but the Patriarch has been injured for too long, so the recovery will be slower. It will take about half a month to wake up."

The elder explained.

For this elixir, the Wan family has already gone bankrupt. If there are two records, they will not be able to get them together no matter what.

(End of this chapter)