Juechen suddenly stopped and looked at Qi Xiu on the bed nervously with his breath. He saw that she opened half of her eyes with difficulty, with no focal distance in her pupils. Several figures in front of her were swaying, which made her feel a headache.

She had a very long and heavy dream. In the dream, she grew a pair of huge wings and was slowly flying towards the sky. The distant sky reflected a phantom of Li Qianfan. He stood there and kept smiling at himself. The closer she was to the sky, the more real the phantom.

While she was trying to fly towards him, her wings gradually became struggling. There seemed to be a huge force behind her desperately pulling her in the opposite direction. She cried and made a fuss, using the greatest power in her life to struggle. However, in the end, she was pulled back to the ground little by little, and she heard the noisy and harsh shouts around her, and even mentioned Li Qianfan.

"You're awake." Juechen looked at her deeply and said in a hoarse voice. He did not mention anything about her hurting him, but his face was a little sinister, which was completely different from his almost crazy appearance just now.

No one saw how complicated his heart was at this moment, like a person who had just survived through the huge storm on the sea. He sighed with lingering fear, "It's good, it's okay", but he almost bent down to God and bent down.

"Eat this." Juechen carefully helped Qi Xiu up, took out a small black pill from his arms and handed it to her lips. This was what he asked Wu Qinghong to match in private.

As a famous doctor in the world, even if she didn't take a pulse, she could probably tell what was wrong with Juechen's condition. After eating so much, her face was still getting dull, either because of the huge internal loss or because of the excessive consumption of qi and blood.

Qi Xiu sat up, moved to the foot of the bed, and his head tilted to avoid his hand.

Juechen's eyes darkened and he nodded, "Okay, don't take medicine, then I'll do what you want to eat right away."

Qi Xiu looked at him and his voice was weak, "Juechen, don't waste your energy. I took medicine and food, not trying to find Zhao Quan to take revenge, but because those medicines and those rice could keep me alive until now. In fact, I can't taste any taste."

Juechen's hand holding the medicine shook, "What did you say" what it means to keep her up until now, what it means to taste a little bit, and she can't taste what she wants to do.

When Jue Wan saw him crazy, Qi Xiu felt relieved inexplicably, but he didn't want to repeat the same words. His eyes skipped Jue Chen and fell on Shen Ying, "I seem to hear someone calling Qianfan."

Her voice was not loud, and she fell lightly into Juechen's ears, like a needle, accurately piercing the most painful and resistant part in his heart.

Shen Ying took a deep breath, "Qi Xiu, listen to me."

Qi Xiu only heard six words, then suddenly got out of bed and walked out, his calm voice full of stubbornness, "I'm going to find Qianfan."

Juechen held the pill in his hand on the ground with a hand, and chased after him in two steps and reached out to stop him. Qi Xiu couldn't find a way out. Suddenly he went crazy in her arms and beat him, "You're the bad guy, Qianfan is waiting for me. He is gone, I'm going to find Qianfan."

Juechen grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the house without saying a word, "Then heal the wound on his arm first."

Qi Xiu clearly had no strength anymore. When he heard this, he broke free from Juechen's clamp, raised one hand, and cut a fierce nail on the other arm. The wound was torn open wherever he passed, and blood dripped instantly.

A dazzling red color reflected in Juechen's pupils. Qi Xiu stretched out his arm and raised it in front of him, crying and saying, "Jechen, I feel so painful." After that, he smiled again, pointing at his heart with the blood-stained arm, "But the hand hurts, it's better here."

The smell of blood filled the room, her tears, her smile, salty and fishy sweetness, all smelled of despair.

"I can't find Qianfan anymore. Take me to find him. I'll be your sister, can you?" Qi Xiu grabbed his sleeve and shook it, crying. The gesture of praying was humble to the dust.

A strange feeling of hatred suddenly arose in Juechen's heart, hating his parents for passing away early, hating his sister for choosing to marry King Dijon, hating King Dijon for killing his sister, hating Zhu Yunjiu for letting her taste the taste of blood, hating why Li Qianfan's ghosts remained, and even more hating that Qixiu, who had been with her for ten years and tried her best to protect her, but her eyes had no existence from beginning to end.

He is not a king, prince, general, and minister, and cannot give her wealth, or promotion to the people, or stability. He is not even an ordinary person, and can give her the most ordinary warmth. He is just a killer who drinks blood and survives, cold and sinister, and even bloody perverts. How can those things that even he himself doesn't know what it feels like?

He can give only a limit, but to him he gives all his money.

But she couldn't see it.

Juechen leaned her shoulder with both hands and said word by word, "Let me listen, Li Qianfan, he is dead."

Qi Xiu's pupils shrank and he became quiet in an instant. Despair was condensed in his eyes and slowly lost his color.

Juechen lifted her chin forcibly and forced her to look at him, "Tell me that Li Qianfan is dead."

Qi Xiu was in a daze for a moment, his tone was calm as if he was telling an irrelevant thing, "Qianfan is dead."

"Li Qianfan is dead"

"Qianfan is dead."

"Li, Qian, Fan, is dead"

She closed her eyes and stopped repeating it. After a moment, she opened it again. The gray eyes did not have any intense waves. She faded away all emotions and looked at him calmly. "I know. A month ago, he came to Jiuli Tower to find me and died from the poison I personally gave. At that time, it was the owner who gave the bottle of medicine. Let's kill him together. Li Qianfan is dead. If I say this, can you let me go?"

The force on her arm suddenly became lighter. She gently broke free from Juechen's clamp, reached out to take off the pearl earrings on her left ear, and swallowed the smooth pearl unexpectedly in front of Juechen.

She still remembered that when Ye Yingxiang gave herself this poison that could be fake and real, she hoped that one day when she could not choose to live, at least she could have the final say in her own death. Isn’t that the time now?

Juechen paused for a moment before realizing what she was doing. No one expected that she would carry a deadly poison with her.

He squeezed her mouth hard and forced her to spit out the medicine, but he was still one step late. Qi Xiu had already swallowed the medicine into his stomach.

"Spit it out, you spit it out." Juechen's eyes roared red, almost roughly knocking her throat, "What about the antidote?"

Qi Xiu's face, which had been calm for a month, finally released a great pain in his heart, and every word was touching his heart, "I can tolerate that there is no Qianfan. But I can't forgive him for dying from the poison I match." After the last words, a trace of brown blood spilled out of the corner of Qi Xiu's lips, and his body gradually became in Juechen's arms.

His heart suddenly shuddered, and the temperature of his palm faded away. Panic and sadness were overwhelming, instantly crushing Juechen's last barely maintaining calm. He cried, roared her name, and pointed the big hole on her belly and back to try to stop the spread of toxicity, but it seemed that the more this happened, the more blood in her mouth.

"Wake up and wake up, you wake up and wake up. Li Qianfan is not dead, Li Qianfan is not dead."

If this fool could endure it for a year or two, he would know that even such pain would eventually pass. Unfortunately, she, in despair, couldn't wait for this moment, and couldn't wait to sleep forever

It was useless, no matter what he said, it was useless. At this moment, the sharp blade in his hand and the strategy in his heart were useless in the person in front of him. Juechen was afraid, panic, helpless, and desperate. For the first time, he had so many ways to kill someone easily, but he was helpless in saving people.

What to do, what to do

By the way, Wu Qinghong Juechen grabbed the last straw like a person who fell off a cliff, picked up Qi Xiu and ran towards the nine-story pavilion like crazy.

There are nine high shelves on each floor, and only in the top pavilion can you choose to close or open the mechanism. If you take a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss forever.

He only experienced such a trial twice. Once he sent Qi Xiu to the position of the doorkeeper, the price was to break one arm, and the other was to send himself to the position of the doorkeeper, the price was to be stabbed in his abdomen and thighs by a hidden weapon.

The third time, Juechen seemed to not feel the pain at all, and did not dodge, or wait. Without waiting, the sharp blades and hidden weapons were greeted mercilessly. He blocked it like a flesh shield, just hoping to climb to the top pavilion as soon as possible.

Wu Qinghong has been in Jiuli Tower for many years and has rarely seen anyone covered in blood. When Juechen appeared in front of him, his black and red outfit was soaked with sweat and blood, and he was tightly pressed against his body.

The young man had no face, his blue veins bulged, he had a three-inch-long semen iron knife inserted on his shoulder, a five-tooth gold wheel embedded in his right chest, and a piece of his back was cut off with a belt. His internal organs were even more terrible. As soon as he stepped over the last step, he fell heavily in an extremely strange and twisted posture. With Wu Qinghong's eyesight, he could see at a glance that his wrists and right ankles had broken.

He was seriously injured, but the people behind him were completely unscathed.

He knelt on the ground with a weak wrist, his wrist was soft and he couldn't use it. He climbed forward with his elbows, gritted his teeth and said, "Save her."

The rules of Jiuli Building are that the organs must not be closed unless the author allows the author, and they must not trespass on the nine-story shelf for no reason. Juechen walked all the way up, almost desperately rushing up.

Wu Qinghong was shocked when he saw him. When he saw Qi Xiu lying on the ground without moving, his head buzzed, and rushed to her with a quick step. He fed her a pill without asking, then turned it back and turned it off, Qi Xiu on his back and ran down.

"It's too late." Juechen gritted his teeth and stood up, wrapped them with his arms on his left and right, and flew towards you.

The road that originally needed to walk two incense sticks is now just a few times to turn over and jump. When the three of them landed, Juechen lost one ankle to support him. When he landed, he heard a "kick" sound from his knees. A heart-wrenching pain made half of his body convulsive.

He had already expected that before he fell, he steadily protected Wu Qinghong and Qi Xiu with his arms before he fell to the ground.

Several sharp stones pierced into his flesh, two of which happened to penetrate the wound that had been peeled off. The pain was so intense that Juechen almost passed away.

"Save her" Seeing that Wu Qinghong subconsciously wanted to look at him, he shouted at him with a hoarse voice.

Until Wu Qinghong was already running away with Qi Xiu in his arms, he trembled and lie quietly on the ground, which was more tragic than any failure in performing a mission.

The sunlight in the sky made his eyes hurt, but he didn't have the strength to block it again.

I wonder if it is because of the heavy injury, the lofty blue sky seems to show many illusory scenes. Is it the god in the sky? He is staring at it. I prayed silently in my heart for this life. I heard Renze, my hands were covered with blood, my heart was filled with hatred, I did all the bad things, and I never believed in my life. I was deeply resentful, my grievances were even deeper, and I never feared retribution. But today, I beg you, if you really have a spirit, please bless her to wake up safely, and the man who made her dream of her. I am willing to pay any price, even if I die, even if I was hated by her for the rest of my life.

He could not think of a retribution that was even more tragic than her hatred for him.

So pious and humble, this young man who turned from nine to hell messenger because of his death, fell into tears for the first time after eight years.

Wu Qinghong led Qi Xiu to the Medicine Pavilion, and he had never run so fast in his life.

Wu Qinghong was dedicated to applying needles to Qixiu, feeding medicine, inducing vomiting, and bleeding. He lifted up her sleeve. Half of her arm was scarred, and the blades were one by one, which was shocking.

The blue veins on Wu Qinghong's cheeks were tensed one by one. After searching all his arms, he finally saw a similar wound near his wrist. He gritted his teeth and cut it down without hesitation.

The tender flesh slowly bloomed, revealing deep wounds, and the black and red blood flowed out. Her blood seemed thin and small, which seemed extremely slow than the tears dripping from the corners of his eyes.

After being a doctor for so many years, he has seen countless tragic injuries and heard countless painful wails. He has never been as heartbroken as he is now, so he trembled with his hands and was reluctant to start to squeeze out poisonous blood for her.

A pair of hands suddenly appeared beside him, and he took the slender forearm from his palm, squeezing blood along the tendons and veins without hesitation.

Wu Qinghong turned his head and looked at it, but Zhu Yunjiu didn't know when it was. Her expression was extremely calm, and there was not even a teardrop in her empty eyes, and her movements were straightforward and neat. Even though her already scarred arms were re-scarred in many scabs under her constant rolling, her movements were not slow and gentle at all.

Wu Qinghong calmed down his mind. When he turned around and saw that Li Qianchong was there, he got up and went to the side, saying, "Go and get a bowl of sea."

Li Qianchong turned around without saying a word. Earlier, Wu Qinghong made two bucket covers with bamboo and wrapped several layers of soft cotton cloth on his thighs, which could barely replace his legs to walk.

Li Qianchong practiced for more than half a month. Although he was still very difficult to walk, he at least didn't have to rely on a wheelchair all the time. At this moment, he heard Wu Qinghong's orders and walked out the door with a crappy step. When he came back, he was holding a white porcelain sea bowl in his arms.

Wu Qinghong took the sea bowl and put it on the edge of the bed. He hesitated for a moment and said to Zhu Yunjiu, "Take a bowl first."

Seeing the sea bowl, Zhu Yunjiu's hand trembled suddenly, and he deeply forgot about Wu Qinghong's glance. He lowered his head and continued to roll Qi Xiu's arm without saying a word.

After Wu Qinghong said that, he hurried out. After a while, a pungent smell of medicine came from the yard. Half an hour later, he came in with two bowls of black medicine. The bowls on the ground were already full, and Zhu Yunjiu sat by the bed without saying a word, holding Qi Xiu's arm at a loss. He did not dare to move too much without looking as if he was just straightforward.

He pointed to one of the bowls of medicine and said to Zhu Yunjiu, "I'll try to feed her." He picked up another bowl of medicine directly, reached out to test the temperature, and then soaked the wound of Qixiu's wrist in it, letting Li Qianchong stare, and he left again with the big bowl of blood.

This time, he didn't come back until dawn the next day.

Qi Xiu on the bed was motionless, her body was slightly cool, as if she was dead. Wu Qinghong reached out to her nose, and her faint breath was intermittent, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured more than a dozen pills the size of soybeans inside, fed Qi Xiu one by one and swallowed it. After half an hour, he gave her a needle again.

In the next few days, he would not only feed her medicine to give her an injection every day, but he sat quietly in front of the window, guarding her without blinking, did he feed her some water, and occasionally get some rice soup to feed her, but most of them were vomited out.

This state lasted until the fifth day, and Zhu Yunjiu couldn't help but ask, "What's the situation in Xiu'er now?"

Wu Qinghong was silent for a moment and said, "I can only suppress it and not do it, but detoxification depends on luck."

On the day of bloodletting, Wu Qinghong went to Juechen to ask him about the origin of the poison he took. When he said that Ye Yingxiang gave her, Wu Qinghong knew that it was. Ye Yingxiang never left a way out for herself in her work. Since she gave her this medicine to "defend" herself, she would definitely not leave any room for maneuver. After drinking it, the poison would be done in a moment. If Juechen had not fought to climb to the nine-story shelf, even the Daluo Jinxian would be helpless.

Fortunately, the poison is only strong in nature and not without medicine. So I tried countless prescriptions in one night with that bowl of blood, and finally found a way to suppress the toxicity.

However, he pointed to the rice soup on the ground, "The poison and the antidote are both strong. Xiu'er refused to eat, so she had little blood and had no strength to resolve the toxicity."

Zhu Yunjiu looked at Qi Xiu in a daze. Before she could say a word, tears could not be kept falling. She touched her face randomly, and a forced smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "You, what are you talking about? You are a world-famous miracle doctor. How could there be poison in the world that you can't get rid of? Even if she refuses to eat, you will definitely have a way." Zhu Yunjiu grabbed his shoulder and became more and more excited as he spoke.
To be continued...