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Chapter 1291 Twin Life Tribulation (87)

Only Luo Xing and Mo Yu were left in the room. Mo Yu came back from his thoughts, took the empty bowl from Luo Xing's hand and put it aside, then leaned forward slightly and took off the silver needles from her body one by one.

Put the silver needle into the needle bag, put the ink feather into the sleeve pocket, and then go to dispose of the small stove and medicine pot dregs.

Mo Yu's detoxification of Ji Yuan was carried out in secret, except for the medicine dregs, which were packed away and disposed of by himself, other things could not be taken out of the room.

He extinguished the charcoal fire with sand, rinsed the medicine jar that had been emptied of medicine dregs with clean water, and put it in the cabinet together with the small stove.

Holding the water for cleaning the medicine pot, Mo Yu went to the porch and looked around, seeing no one, his men quickly poured the water into the gutter.

Back in the room, Mo Yu put all the things he should take away into his sleeve pockets, saluted and said: "Master Ji, today's treatment is over, there is nothing else, I will leave first."

Luo Xing took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and put it aside, "This is the amount for next month, take it and put it away."

Mo Yu suddenly realized, is it already the end of the month?
He stepped forward, took the small porcelain bottle, put it in his arms, and stepped back.

With so many things to look at, Ji Yuan wouldn't rest at this point, so Mo Yu closed the door without fuss.

Listening to the footsteps receding, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Luo Xing's lips. She reached out and brushed the corners of her lips, silently enduring the pain he inflicted.

Taking out the handkerchief and wiping the bright red off her fingertips, she suddenly felt a little dizzy in front of her eyes, and her brows could not help but twist into a "Chuan".

Luo Xing leaned back on the soft pillow, and took her own pulse. After the pulse was over, she sighed faintly.

When everything was going according to her plan before, she still felt that the future would be bright, and although Mo Yu and Mo Yu couldn't get to know each other, they could see each other every day in the academy.

At this moment, he didn't want her to live. She suddenly felt that all efforts and arrangements had become meaningless.

Luo Xing turned her head to look at the bamboo outside the door. As winter approached, all the bamboo leaves fell off, leaving only the bare bamboo stems swaying in the wind.

She smiled suddenly, he wanted her life, so why not give it to him.
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It took Luo Xing almost half a month to sort out the roster. In the past half month, she appeared to be very Buddhist.In the morning, he didn't practice swords or exercise, and when he was tired from looking through the roster, he sat by the window in a daze. Luo Zi'an followed him every day, wondering if the people around him had been dropped.

Among other things, just practicing swords is something Uncle Ji must do every day. When Physician Mo started to detoxify Uncle Ji, he never slacked off for a single day. How could he be so tired in the past half a month?
At this time, Luo Xing was sorting out the last small stack of rosters, a rare look of tiredness appeared in his eyes.

Luo Zi'an pinned the long sword in his hand to his belt, walked to Luoxing and sat down, put the roster that had been sorted out into categories, and then asked in a low voice: "Uncle Ji, have you been drinking the medicine for so long? , hasn’t your body recovered a bit? Do you want to...do you want to see another doctor in secret? "

Before being taken care of by Mo Yu, Luo Zi'an still had some friendship with Mo Yu. He didn't want to doubt Mo Yu, but nothing could compare to Uncle Ji's status in his heart.

Now that Uncle Ji doesn't practice martial arts, it is very likely that there is a serious problem with his body. He can't tell whether it is because the poison is too strong, or there is something wrong with Mo Yu's detoxification method, so he can only use the method of elimination. Then make a conclusion.

And the premise of doing this is that Uncle Ji himself is willing.

Others may not be able to see it, but I can see that Uncle Ji is very different to Mo Yu, who seems to be alienated and guarded, but she has never guarded against Mo Yu.

Looking back now, Uncle Ji has never had anyone to serve him, and he relied on himself to support himself when he was injured, not to mention hiring a servant to take care of the food, daily life, laundry and cooking. I'm afraid the servant was not invited for him, but for Mo Yu.

He also couldn't figure out why Uncle Ji treated Mo Yu so differently.

Luo Xing reached out and rubbed the position of his temple, and did not respond to Luo Zian's words, but said: "Zian, you have been with me for so long, and you have learned my habits, but you still lack a bit of boldness and murderousness, what can I teach you? Yours is about the same, you can go to the Dark Guard Camp to practice and study tomorrow, I will look forward to your transformation in a year's time."

Luo Zian suddenly stood up from the soft couch, his face pale, but when he met those suddenly warm eyes, his words of rejection were silently blocked, and he responded with red eyes: "Yes, sacrifice." uncle."

Uncle Ji had told himself before that he wanted to get rid of Damu's position as the God of War, but Damu couldn't live without the God of War, so he let himself follow him and learn his style of acting, his tone of voice, every bit of it, just for One day when the name Jiyuan disappeared, he was able to rise up.

Uncle Ji never said he would take the lead one day, so he just lived his life normally. When this day came suddenly, he was extremely reluctant to give up, and at the same time, he was a little worried.

Uncle Ji doesn't answer his own words now, but prepares to retreat, afraid that he will not retreat when he is alive, how can he hold back the tears in his eyes.

The young man who had not cried for a long time shed tears. Seeing that Luo Zian had guessed it, Luo Xing waved to Luo Zian, "Sit down and talk for a while, while... there is still time."

Luo Zi'an's heart skipped a beat, couldn't it last a year?

He wiped away his tears with his sleeves, sat down in a hurry, and asked urgently: "Uncle Ji, is the poison so powerful that even the disciples of the miracle doctor can't cure it?!" He could only temporarily heal Mo Yu look.

Luo Xing lowered his head and divided the registration form, not wanting Luo Zi'an and Mo Yu to become enemies, and said lightly: "I have more than a strange poison, he hasn't diagnosed it, how can I detoxify it, he is Mo Qing's apprentice, He hasn't even diagnosed it, so who can cure this poisonous world?"

Luo Zian was confused for a moment, "Uncle Ji, Imperial Physician Mo hasn't diagnosed you yet. How do you know you have more than one poison?"

Luo Xing suddenly smiled, seemingly proud, "I also won a thousand chances and suppressed it for ten years, how about it?"

She had indeed won a thousand chances, and only Mo Qing knew whether the poison was cured or not.

Things that can be traced are used to deceive people, and they are the most convincing.

Luo Zian's eyes widened, and he was silent for a long time, Qianji?

Is it the Qianji he knows?

"Uncle Ji, could you be lying to me? How can anyone survive the Thousand Chances of Poison for ten years?"

"This poison is really not something ordinary people can bear. I have some chance to get something that suppresses the poison, so I can live until now. Unfortunately, the balance is broken now, and my body is going from bad to worse."

(End of this chapter)