Quickly Transmigrate: A Tsundere God Always Asks For A Hug

Chapter 47 The Flower Demon (47)

When he was getting closer to Yanyi Pool, Chen Yuan took out a bag of powdery things from his bosom and waved it towards Yan Yi Pool.

As soon as the wind blows, it rushes straight to Yan Yichi.

The first thing Yan Yichi thought of was Nan Xin, and he raised his injured hand to cover Nan Xin immediately.

The moment before the eyes are closed, some powder has entered the eyes, which is unavoidable.

In an instant, the eyes felt as if they had been pricked by a needle, and dense tingling pains rushed up immediately, as if piercing to the bone, and bloodshot eyes began to emerge from the entire eye socket.

When Nan Xin looked up and saw it, she was so anxious that she burst into tears, regardless of whether someone was there or not, she yelled at Yan Yichi directly.

"Yan Yichi, Yan Yichi, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing her voice, Yan Yichi touched her lightly with his hand, tried hard to open his eyes, and found that his eyes were blurred, and he could only vaguely see the outline of Chen Yuan.

He was out of sight.

He could only judge Chen Yuan's position through the sound, but no matter how sensitive his ears were at this time, his eyes were no match. He could manage to avoid Chen Yuan's attack at the front, but he couldn't do what he wanted at the back.

The eyes hurt too much, and so did the arm, it hurt so badly.

Once again, the fatal spot was avoided, but the other arm was cut again, bloody and bloody, so deep that the bone could be seen.

While reminding Yan Yichi of Chen Yuan's direction, Nan Xin used healing techniques to heal him to stop the bleeding.

If this continues, he will die!
Chen Yuan seemed to have pinpointed Yan Yichi's weakness, seeing that he was more concerned about protecting the cat in his arms than himself, so he immediately changed his target.

Dao Dao approached Nan Xin directly.

Yan Yichi felt it, and after holding on to the tree trunk to take a breath, he immediately turned around, and the knife that should have pierced Nan Xin's body pierced Yan Yichi's back at this moment.

Nan Xin's eyes widened suddenly, and her body froze completely.

She felt it.

Yan Yichi snorted, spit out blood from the corner of his mouth, and was seriously injured.

Taking advantage of this force, he clasped Chen Yuan's wrist with his backhand, twisted it hard, and pulled out the knife that had penetrated deeply without hesitation, and then stabbed it into Chen Yuan's chest instinctively.

Chen Yuan's eyes widened in a daze, and he fell straight down in extreme unwillingness to believe it. He fell to the ground and slowly spurted out blood.

Pile upon pile, the snow all over the place melted.

The clean white and bright red are very dazzling.

After dealing with Chen Yuan, Yan Yichi couldn't hold on any longer. The hand that was holding Nan Xin had no strength left. His legs softened and he slid down slowly while holding onto the tree trunk.

"Yan Yichi, Yan Yichi, don't, don't..."

Nan Xin couldn't finish her words, and her whole body couldn't stop trembling.

Originally, the knife should have stabbed her, it should have stabbed her...

It shouldn't be Yan Yichi, it shouldn't be him.

Why is he so stupid, it doesn't matter if she gets stabbed, the system will save her, but he can't...

What to do, what should she do...

Nan Xin has been continuously inputting mana into Yan Yichi, but sooner or later the already weak mana will be exhausted, and the mana will become more and more sparse.

She quickly took out the potion given to her by the system, and poured it on Yan Yichi's wound.

Not including minor injuries, there were three extremely deep wounds, and a bottle of potion was not enough.

"System, system, not enough, not enough potion!" Nan Xin was so anxious that his eyes were red and his teeth were chattering.

The system had no choice but to say, "The host is sorry, this is my last bottle of potion."

It was originally reserved for your life, but in the end it was used on Yan Yichi.

"Yan Yichi, hold on, hold on, the shadow guard will be here soon."

Yan Yichi heard her words and wanted to open his eyes to look at her.

However, he forgot for a moment that he was no longer visible.

It was pitch black, and only the faint cry of the little girl could be heard.

He stretched out his hand, groping to touch her, but his hand paused in mid-empty space for a while.

Nanxin has been treating him, and his mana is getting weaker and weaker.

The ink clothes on Yan Yichi's body had long been soaked in blood, and the color of the large pieces of cloth became extremely dull.

The shadow guard finally rushed over at this time, Nan Xin looked at the black clothes not far away, his body was weak due to the exhaustion of mana, his head slowly drooped, and lay limply on Yan Yichi's body.

……

When he woke up and opened his eyes again, it was already dark.

Nan Xin looked around and found himself on a soft couch.

The house was unbelievably quiet, the candles were not lit, and it was almost impossible to see clearly except for the bright moonlight.

Yan Yichi lay quietly on the bed, breathing gently and lightly. If Nan Xin hadn't seen his figure, he wouldn't have thought that there were still people in the room.

The sound of breathing was so soft that it seemed to stop in the next second.

Nan Xin's heart was pulled up, and she was sore. She slowly groped and walked towards him, her steps were very light, so as not to disturb him.

But after thinking about it, he was so seriously injured now that he might be unconscious and unable to hear.

Nan Xin jumped onto the bed and lay beside him. Moisture slowly overflowed from Qing Lingling's eyes, silently dripping tears, falling on the mattress, soaking a small area.

Yan Yichi changed a piece of clothes, the blood stains were cleaned, and the injured area was bandaged up, and he didn't know what was going on.

His face and lips were pale, and his ink-like black hair lay obediently on the side, making him look extremely fragile.

"Basson, how long will it take for his injury to heal?"

After thinking about it systematically, I replied conservatively: "It is estimated that it will take about three months to cultivate."

The wound is deep, especially now that he can't see clearly, this is the most fatal problem.

The potion it gives can only suppress the trauma, but the eyes are blind...

Unable to control.

Nan Xin fell into a predicament of self-blame. Before she woke up, she vaguely heard what the doctor said.

"The wounds on the arms and back are too deep and poisonous..."

"Especially the eyes..."

Nan Xin suddenly remembered, eyes, eyes...

"Basson, what happened to his eye?"

The system hesitated a little, not daring to tell her about it.

But under Nan Xin's questioning, he still said: "His eyes should be affected by the bag of powder, and he is now blind."

Immediately, Nan Xin felt five thunderbolts hit his head, like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, or someone poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, his whole body was numb, and he would not be able to react completely for a while.

"What did you say?"

It took her a long time to find her own voice, and squeezed out such a sentence with difficulty.

The system had no choice but to repeat it again, saying that it was more tactful, eye diseases can also be cured, and it will work hard to apply to the headquarters.

Nan Xin was dumb, as if a ball of cotton was stuck in her throat, which was itchy and astringent.

How did that happen?

It shouldn't be like this...

These pains should not have happened to him...

What did he do wrong?

(End of this chapter)