withered prosperity

"This is wrong!" Wei Heng's face changed.

"Ah—" Although the cry was not loud, it was heart-rending, and it made people's hearts tremble.

The servants who were passing by were all frightened by the scream, let alone those who were still in the house.

"Mr. Cuiwei!" In desperation, Wei Heng even forgot to address him as "Mr. Yan", and shouted anxiously, "What's wrong with you? Where is the pain? Don't move around, be careful of the wound!"

He tried to hold Yan Hai down, but Yan Hai, who suddenly sat up, slapped him back on the opposite wall.

Yan Hai, who was still lying quietly on the bed just now, suddenly groaned in pain while drowsy.

Wei Heng was about to step forward to check the situation when he shot and hurt him.

And the strength of this palm is not like someone without martial arts at all.

Yan Hai staggered off the bed, a lot of blood oozed from the shoulder that had just been bandaged.

But he didn't notice it at all, and after walking a few steps, he knelt down on the ground, pressed his cheeks with both hands, and screamed in pain.

You must know that even if he drew the arrow without using anesthesia just now, he did not make the slightest sound.

"Mr. Cuiwei!" Wei Heng rushed over again regardless of the possibility of internal injuries.

Yan Hai suddenly hit the ground with both palms, and a burst of energy spread out around him, pushing Wei Heng to the corner again.

The ground of the green brick was smashed and shattered, forming a huge shallow pit, and the blood soon gathered a small puddle inside.Yan Hai seemed to be unsteady on his knees, bent down on the ground, supported the ground with one hand, covered his face with the other hand, and let out another hoarse cry of pain.

Although Wei Heng was anxious, he fell so dizzy that he couldn't get up for a while.

Yan Hai pressed his cheeks, and because he bent his fingers too hard, his nails gradually sank into the flesh.

From the bone marrow to the skin, it was like being stabbed by thousands of knives, and it was also like being burned by a raging fire. The pain was unspeakable for a while.

He stretched out his hand and slammed down on his Heavenly Spirit Cap, just hoping to be freed from this unbearable pain.

A figure broke through the door and caught the self-destructive palm.

He exerted great force, obviously intending to kill him, if he hadn't stopped in time, he might have been smashed to pieces.

Thinking of it this way, Yun Ji couldn't stop being furious.

"What are you doing!" Yun Ji clasped Yan Hai's wrist with one hand, trying to restrain him.

Yan Hai suddenly raised his head and looked at him, Yun Ji was startled.

Not only was Yan Hai's face distorted in pain, what was even more frightening was that the original white part of his eyes suddenly completely turned into a deep purple.

The whites of the purple eyes reflected the black pupils, looking terrifying and eerie, extremely weird.

Startled, Yun Ji involuntarily let go of the restraint.

Yan Hai saw this opportunity, jumped up and slapped him.

Yun Ji took the palm forcefully, and his figure shook.

He hadn't recovered from the fact that Yan Hai's martial arts had recovered, and the next palm came again.

Yan Hai seemed to have found an outlet to vent his anger, each slap became more ruthless.

In a blink of an eye, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves.

Yun Ji backed up as he met, and didn't try to fight back.

But Yan Hai's internal strength is strong, and his palm technique is also tricky and unique, even it is difficult for him to deal with it.

Moreover, he could tell that Yan Hai was not good at palming, and he was not very clear-headed, otherwise he would have to use all his strength...

At move number 20, Yun Ji finally saw a weakness in Yan Hai, and stretched out his hands to seal several of his big holes.

Yan Hai couldn't move, and fell straight into his arms.

Although the acupoints were sealed, Yan Hai's expression was still grim and distorted, obviously the severe pain could not be stopped at all.

"Wei Heng!" Yun Ji shouted loudly.

Wei Heng scrambled to their side, grabbed Yan Hai's wrist and began to feel his pulse.

"Seal his Tianxing Cave!" He said to Yun Ji.

Yun Ji injects internal force into the acupuncture point on the back of Yan Hai's head, and Yan Hai immediately closes those terrifying eyes.

Wei Heng took out the silver needle from the medicine box, and quickly inserted it into the acupuncture point on Yan Hai's head.

Yan Hai's distorted expression gradually eased.

"Wei Heng, what's going on?" Yun Ji asked coldly after he pulled out the last needle.

He had just seen that Yan Hai had calmed down, so he went out to tidy himself up a little bit, but who would have thought that Yan Hai would suddenly go crazy at the moment of turning around. If he hadn't arrived in time, the only thing left to him at this moment was a corpse.

Wei Heng didn't answer him, he didn't even seem to hear his question, he just rummaged through the medicine box on his own, his face turning blue and then pale.

"Wei Heng!"

With a "snap", Wei Heng's medicine box was knocked over on the ground.

Wei Heng stared blankly at the medicine box that he knocked down on the ground, looking at a loss.

Yun Ji hugged Yan Hai horizontally.

"Wei Heng." He said to Wei Heng who was in a daze: "The wound is open, come and help him bandage."

When he put Yan Hai on the bed, Wei Heng hadn't moved yet, so he could only raise his voice and shout again.

"Good! Good!" Wei Heng hurriedly found something to bandage, and ran to the bed.

Yun Ji asked Yan Hai to lie halfway in his arms, and Wei Heng quickly reapplied the medicine for him, and then wrapped up the wound.

After confirming that the dressing was done properly, Yun Ji took off his middle coat and wrapped him in a clean quilt, but he didn't put him back on the bed, but still hugged him in his arms.

Wei Heng looked at him silently until he finished all this and looked up at himself.

"What's going on?" Yunji asked calmly.

But I don't know why, this kind of calm seems a little strange at this time.

Wei Heng couldn't help but backed away a little.

"tell me."

Wei Heng opened his mouth and then closed it again, as if he had great concerns.

"Is it related to that 'Thousand Lotus Island' again?" Yun Ji looked at the broken bricks and blood on the ground, and said lightly, "If you don't tell him, he will lose his life. What's the use of keeping these secrets?"

"He's... a blood poisoning attack." Thinking of the unusual attack that this person had just seen, and the fact that he seemed to have a close relationship with Mr. Cuiwei, as if he knew nothing about the island, Wei Heng decided to tell He had a part of the truth: "I only saw it once, and I'm not very clear about the details, because the person committed suicide immediately because of the severe pain when the poison broke out."

As he said that, he shivered. The scene at that time was so terrifying that he felt terrible when he thought about it.

"Poison|medicine?" Yun Ji glanced down, the person in his arms was now peacefully asleep, and he couldn't imagine how crazy he was just now. "Who put the poison? Did you keep the clothes that month?"

Wei Heng suddenly felt that if he nodded, he might soon see Yue Liuyi's head placed in front of him.Of course he had such an illusion, maybe it was purely because the moment the Western barbarian said this, his body was a bit too hostile... After all, no matter how good the martial arts are, who could easily take Yue Liuyi's life?

"Probably not." He shook his head honestly: "When I was on the island back then, the matter of blood poisoning was kept secret, and only Mr. Cuiwei might know about it."

"That is to say, you don't know how to detoxify?"

"Yes." Wei Heng looked a little sad: "Before, Cuiwei-jun was unwilling to tell me why he lost all his martial arts. Now it seems that he still has most of his martial arts, just to suppress the blood poison and not to act rashly. I think he must have met Liuyi-jun last night. It is only by moving the hands that the toxicity can emerge."