However, if that sword had only pierced his magic pill but not shattered it, he still had hope of surviving. "

Hearing this, Shen Jimo's complexion finally eased a little, and he even broke his tears into a smile, and said firmly: "He must still be alive."

Xiaoheng looked at him with a smile, "I don't know if he's alive or not, but with your face now, it looks like you're going to die in a second." Then he reached out to his hand, "Let's Let me take my pulse!"

Shen Jimo didn't think there was something wrong with him, but he didn't refuse to feel his pulse, and he didn't withdraw his hand.

Xiaoheng probed carefully for a while, then suddenly frowned, "Your pulse is a little strange?"

"Huh?" Shen Jimo looked at him blankly, "What's the matter?"

"Hmm... I'll try again." Xiao Heng felt for his pulse again as he spoke, and after a while he let go of his hand and looked at him complicatedly, "Well, this news is also very important for you now. I don't know if it's good news or bad news."

Shen Jimo looked at him puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Xiaoheng looked at him steadily, "It's Ximai."

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