Fang Yan's face was very bad because Leng Xiaobai's face was no longer bloody, and Wang Yi's face was even worse, and he was bleeding a lot, so he was very weak.

Fang Yan couldn't understand why the injury was treated the day before, and there was no problem with the wound at this time, so why did such an accident suddenly occur?

Wang Yi withdrew his hand and looked at Fang Yan and shook his head.

"I have been a doctor for many years and I am helpless with his symptoms. I was originally a man with great destiny. After getting Liuli, I thought I could pass this level, but I didn't expect that he had both qi and blood. Even the medicine stone was powerless, so I could only leave it to fate."

Wang Yi has been a doctor for many years. This is the first time that he has been helpless due to his injury, except for his lack of ability to turn things around. His pride for many years has been wasted.

Just when neither of them could do anything, Leng Xiaobai actually woke up. After Wang Yi came here in the morning, he woke up, but his body was exhausted. The feeling of lightness and flying feathers in the wind made him open his eyes with difficulty.

"I'm not dead yet, so don't worry about what will happen next. I can't say that I'm lucky and have a big life, and my small loss of qi and blood will not hurt me."

Seeing that Leng Xiaobai was so haggard that he was only in two days, Fang Yan felt ache in his heart. Although Leng Xiaobai said that, his blame for him could not be eliminated.

"Supercredity has been given to me and can hand myself over to me, but when I come to me, not only does not restore your injury, but it is getting worse and worse. This is my fault. If you die, I..."

Leng Xiaobai stopped Fang Yan's words, but he had no idea of ​​letting a man die with him, and there was no need to save his life for a dead person.

"Things have happened, no one can blame me. I can only blame me for not continuing to appreciate the world. I want to be quiet, you all go out."

The reason why the abdominal wound can last until now is that Leng Xiaobai has only three things left, a few thousand-knotted leaves, a handful of keratinous soil, and a bottle of raw liquid.

Qianjieye is very good to treat diseases and save lives. Along the way, Leng Xiaobai used a lot of keratin, but in the end he still became like this. As for the raw fluid, in addition to replenishing physical strength, it was just some simple diseases.

It is of little use to Leng Xiaobai now.

When a person knows that he is no longer helpful, he is the most calm and a little terrifying. Although Leng Xiaobai has no strength, his eyes are the biggest time in his life. Looking at the roof, he seems to see an old beggar waving like him. This time he did not scold him. The old beggar he saw was smiling.

"Old beggar, the little beggar is coming to you. You can't want me. If you don't want me anymore, I will die of loneliness when I get down there?"

The old beggar was still smiling and said nothing.

"The world is so big. If you let me appreciate the style of the world and look at the beauty of the people in the world, I am afraid I don't have this opportunity. I can't follow your wishes. Am I very unfilial?"

The old beggar is still smiling, as if he is talking about it again, you still know that you are unfilial?

"The old beggar is twenty years old this year. The life of begging for you is sixteen years. But the remaining four years are even more intense and exciting than those sixteen years. Will it be even more intense and exciting if I live?"

The old beggar stopped laughing because Leng Xiaobai didn't really want to go down and be his companion now, so his anger did not appear. Leng Xiaobai saw the face on the roof clearly, and he was not an old beggar at all.

It was a griffin, but it was a bit hazy when I was confused.

The vulture spitted out a bloody thing from his mouth, and his feet were on Leng Xiaobai's belly that had just been sewn for only one night. He stepped on it. The pain made him so much that he had to open his mouth wide. So the bloody thing fell into his mouth.

The disgusting smell that was indescribable was as if it was a thousand-year-old stinky tofu.

"What are you giving me food again? Are you so willing to force others to eat?"

Hearing Leng Xiaobai's choking roar in the room, Fang Yan and Wang Yi rushed in outside the door, with a "bang", a big hole in the window and a black shadow flew out of the room.

Seeing the blood on the corner of Leng Xiaobai's mouth, Wang Yi diagnosed his pulse again, and Fang Yan, who was behind him, came over and asked.

"What was that thing just now? Why did I look like a bird? Could it be that I would send you something to help you?"

Leng Xiaobai looked at Fang Yan as if he was looking at the devil. How could this guy who was not here just now know that the hateful guy came here to send something? Could it be that he was peeping outside the door?

"Not mentioning those, his heart veins are slowly recovering. It's amazing."

Wang Yi lifted the quilt and looked at the wound on Leng Xiaobai's stomach. There was no change except for a trace of red blood flowing out of the edge.

"Although the beating of the heart pulse has recovered, I still can't be sure if there will be any other sudden changes. We must find a very quiet place and cultivate well. I will take his pulse three times a month, and the rest is being decided."

"It's my fault for Uncle Wang."

Wang Yi nodded, took the medicine box and left.

As soon as Wang Yi left, Fang Yan closed the door and flew in through the big hole in the window. The leading yellow bird held a letter in his mouth. Looking at the dust on it, it was a letter that had been kept for a long time.

"What the hell are these birds? Why do they still deliver letters? Could it be that the one who flew out just now is the same?"

Fang Yan wanted to say something, but the yellow bird threw the letter into his hand and fell on the quilt covered by Leng Xiaobai.

After shaking off the dust on it, Fang Yan took a look, and saw Leng Xiaobai nodding, then he opened the envelope and saw it.

"The beginning of the letter is Xiaobai Wuer."

"When you saw this letter, you have already walked back from the gate of hell. Not all the treasures in the world are in my hands, and I cannot save you anytime and anywhere. Therefore, you must learn to take good care of yourself. Liulixin has saved you more than once, but Linglongxin cannot save you. I won't tell you about his origin, but you must know that living is not for yourself, and fighting hard is not for yourself. Even if you don't do it for the people of the world, you should leave your life behind."

"I have raised you for sixteen years. I didn't die after you came out and did nothing. Maybe you resisted my actions. Those are not important. What matters is that I have already turned into ashes and saved you again."

"Thirteen little yellow birds are staying by your side. Although they can't speak, they can understand human words and help you. The road is long and arduous, and you will search up and down."

Leave a pen: the old beggar.

That was the most familiar name Leng Xiaobai, an old beggar. He has been calling this name for more than ten years, and it will only be this name in the future. Bai Wuren always feels that it is too beastly.

"Scream if you have something to do, Cuihua and sauerkraut are outside."

Looking at Leng Xiaobai's not-so-very-like expression, Fang Yan walked out.
Chapter completed!