The leader of the Demon Cult ran away with the ball

After spending so long with this monster, it was the first time for Xue Jingying to clearly see the appearance of this monster's national teacher.

I saw that the national teacher had long black hair tied up in a high crown, and a blue-black mask was tightly fitted on his face. He was wearing a purple golden noble robe with gold thread trim on the cuffs and necklines. He had a broad back and a slender figure. Even if it doesn't move, it is also imposing.

He was holding Xue Jingying's arm with one hand, and he was wearing a black black iron wristband and silk gloves. Except for the eyes under the mask and his bare feet at this time, the rest of his body was tightly wrapped, without an inch of skin. exposed.

The iron chain as thick as an adult's arm was locked around his ankle at this moment, and he stood motionless by the edge of the hot spring, staring at Xue Jingying with a pair of blood-red eyes.

Xue Jingying choked for breath, she threw off his restraint with her backhand and was about to run away, but the master's hand was like iron tongs, and she couldn't shake it off at all.

In the next second, Xue Jingying felt the bone-piercing chill coming from him, and the frost followed the hand held by the national teacher, all the way up from the wrist.

Xue Jingying felt that the blood all over his body from his arms began to slowly coagulate, except for the cold, it was still cold, his teeth began to chatter, his whole body trembled, frost began to condense on his eyebrows and hair, and the only blood and lip color faded from his face. Black and blue.

His vision began to blur slowly, his mind began to lose consciousness, and something in his dantian seemed to flow out of his body bit by bit.

And the national teacher holding his hand didn't know what he got from Xue Jingying's blood. The cold air around him began to melt slowly, as if he had swallowed some extreme sun fruit, and it began to warm up from his dantian, and his whole body exuded a kind of warmth. And full of heat.

His expression also began to change, the expression in the eyes under the mask gradually changed from violent and frenzied at the beginning to enjoyment, then greed, and finally clear eyes.

When he let go of Xue Jingying, Xue Jingying was completely unconscious. He fell into the hot spring like a frozen ice sculpture without support, and then slowly sank.

Standing in the hot spring, the national teacher could only feel a wave of yang internal force swimming in his dantian, and the cold and violent aura around him was instantly dispelled. laugh.

Just now, the obsession that had trapped him for many years was finally resolved, and even the Mingyue Divine Art had a breakthrough, reaching the eighth level.

After he finished digesting this internal force, he finally recalled the "benefactor" who allowed him to get rid of his obsession and break through to the seventh level. He raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect that there would be such a person with such profound internal force among the people who paid tribute.

In the past, he was either a death row prisoner who committed the most heinous crimes, or a poor man who sold himself for money, but he didn't know what kind of person he was.

However, whether it is a death row prisoner or a poor person, if he is kind to himself, then if he is alive, he will be released and given some money; if he is dead, he will be buried richly.

Thinking about it, the national teacher jumped into the hot spring and swam towards the person who was almost sinking to the bottom of the lake, but the closer he got, his originally lazy and wanton expression gradually became stiff, and his heart began to beat in a panic, wait and see Looking at the face of the underwater man, his expression completely changed.

He picked up Xue Jingying and patted his face in a panic, but the person in his arms was no longer breathing.

He took off his mask, kissed his lips and tried to breathe out for him, but he didn't move.

He was petrified, picked up Xue Jingying and went upstream with all his might, once he got to the bank and put Xue Jingying down, he began to press hard on his stomach, sucking in enough air to give him artificial respiration again and again.

It's a pity that the people under him still didn't move at all.

He panicked, and kicked the bead in the golden dragon's mouth, shattering the chains on his feet. He picked up Xue Jingying and ran out of the open door. The stunned guard shouted: "Xuan Imperial Physician Xie Chan has entered the mansion! Hurry up!"

In the exquisite wing room, burning incense and a heater were lit, and the room was silent.

On the bed in the room, lay a pale-faced man, his eyes closed and he lay quietly, motionless, his breathing was so weak that it was barely audible.

Standing beside the bed was a man in a luxurious purple robe, his whole body was condensed, his eyes under the mask were deep and cold as frost.

As for the guards and servants kneeling on the ground in the outer room of the wing, they kept their heads down and did not dare to move.

The man in purple glanced at them coldly, and said in a toneless voice: "I will ask you again, how did this person end up on the list of tributes?"

His tone was cold and stern, and his expression was stern, which made the guard servants kneeling below tremble.

After a while, someone finally spoke up, it was the housekeeper of the mansion: "I... tell my lord, it's an old slave, this... this man was sent by the Prince's Mansion, and the guards of the Prince's Mansion said that he was caught and sentenced to death." It's a pity to execute a criminal, and it happens to pay tribute to the Lord. The old slave wants to be a death row criminal, so... the old slave is confused, please forgive the crime! Please forgive the crime!"

"Heh!" The man in the purple robe sneered, and then flicked his sleeves: "Pull it down! The stick is one hundred! Expel him from the mansion!"

When the words fell, the housekeeper was dragged away crying. The purple-robed man had a bad expression on his face. He frowned and looked at the group of people kneeling in the room, and waved them away with his hands.

When silence returned to the wing room, the man in purple looked at the person on the bed, then turned to the man in white next to him and asked, "How is he?"

The man in white was dressed as a frail scholar, he was a young man in his twenties, his face was clear and open, he was not as submissive as the guards kneeling outside just now.

While injecting needles on the person on the bed, he shook his head solemnly: "Not very good, this person's pulse is weak, his meridians are cut off, and his internal organs are congested, which proves that he has serious internal injuries. He probed his veins and found that in addition to the cold poison you passed on, there was another poisonous poison in his blood. The poison was so overbearing that it was suppressed by his internal energy, but now that the internal force was sucked away by you, the poison would also be suppressed. It began to spread throughout the body. Now his body is not as good as that of an ordinary person, it is like the candle in the strong wind, it is hard to say whether he can survive."

The purple-robed man's face darkened a little when he heard the words, and he said to the young man, "This man can't die, aren't you the apprentice of that legendary doctor of the rivers and lakes, the master of Buddhist medicine, no matter what, you must save him!"

The man in white was stunned when he heard the words, and said helplessly for a while: "My lord, I am an apprentice of a genius doctor, not a god. Even a genius doctor can't save a person who is destined to die. I can only say my best. The final result, look at this People's lives."

The man in purple robe heard the words, but didn't say another word, but from his eyes, it was clear that he was going to save this person.

The national teacher gave the order, and the man in white Xie Chan could only do it with all his strength.

He sealed Xue Jingying's blood vessels, locked the cold poison and the nameless poison in his acupoints so that they would not flow, and then prescribed some life-sustaining medicinal materials for the national teacher to get.

Naturally, the National Teacher's Mansion would not be short of these precious things, and within a few days they prepared everything for Xie Chan. Xie Chan ordered people to boil it, and then began to pour it on Xue Jingying.

Every day, Xue Jingying was given precious snow lotus, peerless deer blood ginseng, and all kinds of medicinal materials that cost her a fortune.

In this way, he took good care of him every day and night, and watched him all the time, but the person on the bed still had a high fever every night, and his life was hanging by a thread every day.

The servants of the National Teacher's Mansion were all in fear, and they didn't even dare to make a loud noise while walking, for fear that if they did something wrong, they would disturb that person's life, and then all the servants in the courtyard would be buried with them.

After suffering like this for several days, finally, under the irrigation of decoction day by day, the condition of the person on the bed finally gradually stabilized, and there was no fear of his life, but he was still unconscious.

Every day people don't wake up, everyone dare not slack off, Xie Chan has to follow the order of the national teacher to visit him every day.

After half a month like this, the person on the bed finally regained consciousness.