God-level Quick Wear: Sick Host, Ask For Light Pet

After doing all this, Qi Yu looked natural, as if the person who just pressed Ning Meng into the darkness was not him.

He squeezed Ningmeng’s soft body, took his hand out of his pocket, and faced Yue Haotian with a flat expression: "City Lord Yue, I guess Young City Lord took some kind of poison. He has entered his internal organs. If it is two hours earlier, I might still think of a way, but now, I can only make him wake up from his coma, and how long he can carry it is up to him."

"What are you talking about!" Yue Batian widened his eyes and stared at Qi Yu with a fierce expression, as if Qi Yu was his father-killing enemy.

Yuebatian really did not expect that Qi Yu would not be able to save his son!

After all, in the daytime today, Qi Yu easily cured the sleepiness that had entangled him for more than a year!

Yue Batian looked at Qi Yu with a gloomy expression. He suspected that Qi Yu was not incurable, but he didn't want to.

Zhang Li had been waiting aside for Yue Batian's instructions. Now that Yue Batian's expression was wrong, as Yue Batian's first guard, Zhang Li could more or less guess his thoughts.

Zhang Zhang's psychological secret was not good, he quickly stepped forward, pulled Yue Batian, and whispered a few words quietly in his ear.

Yue Batian took a deep breath, his eyes were red, and the original excitement gradually cooled down.

He raised his hand to Qi Yu and said, "I'm really sorry, I was so excited just now. Master Qi, is there really no other way to save the child?"

"There is only the method just mentioned, and it can't save him. It can only make him wake up from a coma. The length of time is uncertain." Qi Yu said coldly, his expression unchanged under the pressure of Yue Batian.

Yue Batian turned his head and glanced at Yue Shaohua who was lying on the bed. He felt heavy in his heart, a little unwilling to lose his only son.

However, he was also unwilling to let the murderer who hurt Yue Shaohua get away with it.

In the end, Yue Batian turned his body sideways: "Master Qi, please."

"Don't worry, I will do my best." Qi Yu raised his head slightly, took out the already prepared pill from his sleeve, and took it to Yue Shaohua.

The pill that Qiyu refined was not a perfect-level pill.

As soon as the pill entered the throat, it immediately worked.

After a while, Yue Shaohua woke up.

When Yue Shaohua woke up, he glanced around, and suddenly understood that this was his room.

He was rescued by someone!

"My son! How are you feeling?"

As soon as Yue Shaohua woke up, Yue Batian immediately jumped on it.

Yue Shaohua's breath was a bit unstable. He grasped Yue Batian's hand, and felt the continuous spreading pain in his body. Yue Shaohua looked at Yue Batian fiercely and said: "Father! Help me take revenge. It's An Haocheng, everything is An Haocheng's strategy! He designed me to steal...No, he gave me a pill, saying that it was a profound spirit pill, and after eating it, it can make people improve their cultivation. But after I ate it, my body was so painful that I was pushed into the canal by the people he arranged. They thought I was dead, but they didn't know what they said. All of them were heard by me. Dad! You must do it for me. Revenge! I want An Haocheng's family to die!"