And the silver needle has already reached the bottom of the wood.

Seeing this scene, Qingyuan's back hair stood up.

Chen Mengtian looked at him coldly: "I have limited patience, you'd better give honest advice!"

Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, Zhuque, Shi Yi and others were all staring at Qingyuan.

When they learned about the sufferings their master suffered, they wanted to destroy the world. When they heard Qingyuan say that the master was following the master, they obviously didn't believe it was that simple, and they believed that the master did not forget to go home, but was taken away by the monk, blocking his way home.

Faced with the oppressive eyes of so many people, Qingyuan gritted his teeth and said again: "I know everything I already..."

Seeing that he hadn't said anything, Chen Mengtian said angrily: "Then why is his eyebrows a little red, like blood, and why isn't his eyes white?"

The loud voice shocked everyone on the spot.

It was the first time that Ning'er and An'er saw their mother so angry. They were a little scared and knew that the matter was serious and did not dare to speak out at will to find their presence.

The two children's eyes collided silently, and then moved away silently. The brief communication allowed them to wait and see.

Qingyuan walked forward in disbelief after hearing this, and was about to run towards the bed.

But halfway through, Chen Mengtian stopped him, "You'd better finish it, otherwise the consequences are not something you can bear!"

This time Chen Mengtian was really angry. Knowing what Jiang Zebei had encountered, the surging emotions in her heart made her unable to calm down for a long time. Only by seeing blood can she relieve her anxiety.

Jiang Zebei's experience will inevitably lead to bloodshed.

Qingyuan was anxious when he heard this, and his eyes began to turn red, "Go aside! Senior brother will die if he gets sick!"

Chen Mengtian sternly said: "He will not die!"

What she couldn't hear the most was death. Her President Aze lived for a hundred years, so how could she die?

Qingyuan was so anxious that he reached out and was about to push someone, "Get out of the way! It's really going to die! Only the medicine that presided over can make him well!"

As he said that, he took out a bottle of medicine from his arms.

Just when Qingyuan was about to meet Chen Mengtian, Chen Mengtian let go of the child's hand and snatched the medicine bottle from the other party's hand. She gently tiptoed and moved backwards.

Immediately, she turned around and lifted the curtain of the bed, trying to check Jiang Zebei's injuries again.

The moment the bed curtain was lifted up, she saw Xuanjue and his cold and indifferent eyes.

Xuanjue had been awake for a while, and when Qingyuan said that he was rescued by the presidency, he woke up.

Facing the woman standing by the bedside and lifting the curtain, Xuanjue sat up slowly and put her hands together, "Amitabha, please don't make things difficult for your junior brother. If the donor wants to know, I can tell the donor."

Again facing his beloved, with such a strange and indifferent attitude, Chen Mengtian looked at Xuanjue with red eyes and said, "No, I don't want to know."

She didn't want to hear Xuanjue talk about the past, as that would only make him recall the past pain again.

Chen Mengtian held the medicine bottle in her hand and sat beside the bed. Looking at the familiar face that had already penetrated her bone marrow, slowly curling the corners of her lips.

"Monk, since you are a Buddhist, you should take compassion as your own responsibility and save all living beings. Can you do this?"

"Amitabha, that's right." Xuan Jue's eyes, which were as dark as an ancient pool, had no fluctuations.

Chen Mengtian smiled when she heard this, her smile brightly, but her slightly red eyes were full of bitterness. She said, "That monk, do you want to save me?"
Chapter completed!