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Fu Luobei's face was pale, and he couldn't open his eyes. He could only hear Que Ling'er's voice faintly echoing in his ears.

"Xiaobei, don't sleep, Biyuntian will be here soon."

Fu Luobei thought, I'm not sleepy, I'm sure I won't fall asleep, but my eyelids are a bit heavy, I just want to close my eyes and rest my mind.

Fu Luobei thought he had answered, but in fact he was still unconscious on the carriage.

Que Ling'er was driving the carriage in mid-air, and the Pegasus was running very fast. It was a race against the life of Fu Luobei.

Que Ling'er turned her head several times, hoping to see Fu Luobei waking up, but it was a pity that Fu Luobei was still in a coma.

It's coming soon.

Que Ling'er looked at the mountain peak not far away, and Biyuntian was there.

"Big sister is back, big sister is back."

Que Ling'er had just approached the mountain when someone saw her in the carriage.

The disciples cheered and shouted, the days when Que Ling'er was away were really difficult.

Elder Zichen likes to make troubles for his disciples the most. In the past, even if he made troubles, he only asked Que Linger to solve them.

Que Ling'er wasn't here for a while, but Bi Yuntian's address was a pain.

Que Ling'er got out of the carriage, and instead of greeting these disciples as usual, she turned around and carried out a petite woman from the carriage.

She hurried to the head's room, ignoring the greetings and concerns all the way.

"Master, master!" Que Ling'er started to shout when she reached the entrance of the courtyard.

"What's the matter, what's the matter after going out for such a long time..." The head of Ziyang came out, and before he finished speaking, he was pushed aside by Que Ling'er. He stood aside and looked at the pale-faced Fu Luo Bei, noticed the red blood on her stomach, "What's going on, with such a serious injury, didn't you stop her bleeding?"

As the master Ziyang said, he reached out and pulled Fu Luobei's wrist to feel his pulse.

"Is this poisoned?"

"Put her on the bed quickly."

The head of Ziyang went inside, hung up the curtain on the bed, pointed to the bed and said.

Que Ling'er gently placed Fu Luobei on the bed, held the pillow under Fu Luobei's head with one hand, and said: "Master, I have already used Biyuntian's unique wound medicine, but there is still no way to stop it." Stop the blood."

Que Ling'er looked anxious.At the beginning, neither Fu Luobei nor Que Ling'er took the whole wound seriously. As a cultivator, if he was afraid of this wound, it would be a joke to tell it.

But this wound is not an ordinary wound, but a wound that cannot heal.

When the wound medicine is applied, the wound can heal, but it cannot last for a long time, and then this kind of wound medicine is useless. Along the way, Que Ling'er used seven or eight kinds of wound medicine.

Even if this wound is not a fatal wound, if this continues, Fu Luobei will bleed to death.

Que Ling'er said eagerly: "Master, what should I do, she is almost unable to hold on."

Headmaster Ziyang rolled up his cuffs and said, "You untie her clothes, as a teacher, you have to take a look at the wound."

Que Ling'er took a step forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and carefully lifted the clothes off Fu Luobei's stomach.Along the way, for the convenience of applying the medicine, Fu Luobei's clothes had already been untied many times.

The head of Ziyang looked at Que Ling'er suspiciously.

In Biyuntian, Que Ling'er seemed to be very gentle, but the head of Ziyang felt that Que Ling'er's gentleness was only because she didn't care, and her magnanimity and magnanimity were more because she didn't care, because she didn't care. She really cared about it, so no matter what others do, she can treat it with a fair heart.

The head of Ziyang smiled, and now his proud disciple, this heart, I'm afraid it's a little unfair.

The head of Ziyang shook his head, and turned his attention back to Fu Luobei's wound.

The wound was two fingers long. Due to excessive bleeding, the wound was a little swollen at this time, and the bright red flesh inside was turned outwards, which looked a little scary.

"Go to the third shelf of my shelf and get a bottle of medicine." He pondered for a moment, then directed to Que Ling'er.

As soon as Que Ling'er stood up, her clothes were pulled by Fu Luobei. Although she was unconscious, her hands were strong.

Que Ling'er said, "Wait a moment, I'll be right back."

Hearing this sentence, Fu Luobei let go of his hand.

Que Ling'er trotted to the shelf to get the medicine bottle.

She once again managed to watch Fu Luobei, took her hand and said: "Look, I'm coming back soon, don't be afraid, my master will save you."

The head of Ziyang opened the medicine bottle and sprinkled the medicine powder on Fu Luobei's wound.

The wound healed quickly. This is the top-grade wound medicine that Elder Ziyang has collected. Although it is impossible to say that the flesh and bones of the living dead are almost the same, it is almost the same.

But even so, Fu Luobei's wound was still the same as before, and soon began to fester again.

The head of Ziyang let out a "huh" and beat the rhythm in the palm of his hand with the wound medicine bottle.

"Master, how is it?"

Que Ling'er was not curious to see the current scene, and the notes could have seen such a situation many times.

She looked hopefully at the head of Ziyang, hoping to hear some good news from him.

The head of Ziyang shook his head and said, "This kind of wound..."

He did not go on.

He had seen such wounds before, and that was a long time ago.

At that time, he was just a little Biyuntian disciple. It was the time when the monster race was at its peak. In order to fight against the monster race, the immortal gave humans weapons that could restrain the monster race.

Although this kind of weapon looks ordinary, it has a strange characteristic. As long as a small wound is gently made on the skin, the wound will never heal.

Even if you have the ability to reach the sky, you still can only watch the wound continue to deteriorate, and then bleed to death.

In fact, there were not many who bleed to death in the end.

Because most people will continue to suffer other attacks because of the existence of this wound, such as poisonous mist that can enter the blood, such as attacks from monsters that survive on blood.

How long ago did this happen, so long that if he hadn't seen this wound, the head of Ziyang probably wouldn't be able to remember it for the rest of his life.

"Where did she get injured?" Ziyang asked.