Chasing Husband Diary

Yu Fu was unconscious, frowning, blushing, breathing heavily, and mumbling in his mouth.

His body was getting hotter and hotter, so hot that he was sweating all over, Yinyue kept wiping his body with a wet kerchief but it didn't make him feel better.

He was in a daze, but his teeth were clenched tightly, the medicine couldn't go down, and he managed to get some into his mouth, but he vomited again in a blink of an eye.

Yinyue tried to send him some spiritual power to fight against the power of the monster race in his body, but he is now a mortal, and he couldn't stand the collision of two incompatible forces in his body, and spit out a big mouthful of blood .

He was suffering from great pain, trembling all over, his fair skin was abnormally red, with thin blood streaks looming, as if it would burst at any time.

"Well……"

Yu Fu closed his eyes tightly, his lips turned white, perhaps his body was in unbearably itchy pain, he was also moaning in pain in a coma, he couldn't help scratching the injured hand with his other hand, and easily The fragile skin was scratched, and a mixture of blood and pus flowed out.

The festered skin spread over a large area, and there was a vague tendency to affect the entire arm.

Going on like this is not an option, Yinyue was anxious and worried, but she didn't dare to act recklessly, for fear of hurting him, so she could only try to feed him medicine again and again.

The clothes on his chest were all wet, but what he ate was far from what he vomited out. Yinyue was at a loss, her hand holding the spoon was trembling, and she wiped off the black concoction that he spit out. Then hello.

Yinyue knew in her heart that these medicines were useless against the poison of the Yaozu. Those villagers were the best examples. After suffering for a long time and using various medicines, their condition did not show any improvement.

But he has no other way, there are a lot of things from the Celestial Clan that can deal with this bit of demon poison, it's no problem, but Yu Fu's body is weak, and he has been picked out of the bones of the gods, so he can't stand it at all, this is also the most troublesome In Yinyue's place, he didn't dare to use those fetishes on him casually.

He had unconsciously scratched many wounds on Yu Fu's hands, the bloodstains were shocking, and the skin would fester more severely where there were wounds, Yinyue had no choice but to tie his hands with cloth strips.

"I'm sorry." Yinyue felt distressed and blamed herself, pressed his hands and kissed his lips tenderly.

His lips were cool, with a strong smell of blood, Yinyue licked it with the tip of her tongue, and kept saying sorry, blaming herself for not taking good care of him.

The wound was itchy, and Yu Fu felt uncomfortable, so he couldn't help struggling. Although the cloth strip was soft, it was not as delicate as the skin, and the wrist was rubbed red. Seeing this, Yinyue felt distressed, and held his wrist, The soft voice coaxed in his ear.

He seemed to have listened, and the extent of his struggle became smaller, moaning, and weeping softly in pain.

Yinyue applied medicine to the wound on his hand, temporarily relieving the pain and itching, but his body was still hot and restless when he fell asleep.

At this time, Mo Che walked over and whispered, "I have a way to save him."

Yinyue turned her head to look at him, her face was full of doubts, she was worried about handing Yufu into his hands, and seeing Mo Che's sullen face, she said word by word, "If you can't save him, then give him to me, I don't want to Look at him in so much pain."

Yinyue was conflicted in her heart. At this time, the wound on her hand was no longer effective, and it was painful and itchy. Yufu was so uncomfortable that she kept crying and began to struggle. Yinyue couldn't bear it, and finally let go of her hand and gave the seat to Mo Che.

"You'd better be able to cure him. If you hurt him, I will never let you go." He gritted his teeth, threatened viciously, and clenched his fists.

Mo Che recovered his real body, put Shen Ling's body in a corner, sat on the edge of Yufu's bed, looked at him deeply, raised his hand, the sleeve slid down, revealing his smooth wrist, and swiped his two fingers , Suddenly a wound appeared, bleeding continuously.

He clenched his fist, and the blood flowed faster, down his arm.

He wanted to hand his wrist to Yufu's lips, but Yinyue grabbed it and asked sharply, "What do you want to do? You are of the blood of a god, and he is just a mortal. With his current body, he drank you How can you bear his blood? Do you want his life?"

Mo Che looked at him with gloomy eyes, resisted not having a fit, and said coldly, "He has my heart and blood in his body, and he has already fused with my flesh and blood, why can't he bear it?"

He looked at Yu Fu, gently wiped away a drop of blood that dripped on his face, and said softly, "He gave me the inner alchemy, and he will be inseparable from me forever, and mine is his." Yes, there is no one in the world who can withstand the blood of the gods better than him."

Yinyue's face turned pale, and she let go of her hand.

He was telling the truth, but every word was ruthless, every word was like a sharp knife mercilessly piercing Yinyue's heart.

Mo Che stared at Yinyue's fierce eyes that wished to kill someone, helped the person lying on the bed up, leaned into his arms, pinched his chin, and put his wrist to his lips.

His pale lips were stained with blood, bright red and coquettish, he was frowned by the smell of blood, and shouted in a daze not to, Mo Che coaxed him, fed him, forcefully forced him to drink a lot.

It seemed to work, Yufu gradually calmed down, without struggling or crying, and fell into a deep sleep.

Mo Che put him back on the bed.

There was a lot of bleeding, his face was a little pale, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at Yufu intently.

Yinyue also nervously stood aside.

Visible to the naked eye, Yufu's skin returned to normal blood color, rosy in the white, the temperature of his body gradually became normal, not so hot, the wounds on his hands healed little by little, and the festered skin was intact as before. Show the slightest trace of illness.

This method is really useful. Seeing this, Yinyue breathed a sigh of relief, and said coldly to Mo Che, "He's fine, you can leave now."

"You!" Mo Che looked at him furiously.

Yinyue smiled contemptuously, "You don't think the person he wants to see when he wakes up is you?"

Mo Che glared at him viciously, endured and endured, finally caring about Yu Fu, did not make a move with him, clenched his fists, stood up, staggered, supported the pillar by the bed, closed his eyes , stabilized his mind, calmed himself down, returned to Shen Ling's body, and left the room angrily.

Not long after he left, Yufu woke up, Yinyue was concerned about his body and asked how he was, but he just shook his head and said, "Just a little dizzy."

Yinyue asked again, "Do you feel any pain on your body? Does it still itch?"

Yu Fu looked at him suspiciously, took his hand, and asked, "I'm fine, brother, why do you ask such a question? What's wrong with me?"

He only remembered going back to the temple, talking to that woman, but suddenly lost consciousness, and he didn't have any memory of what happened next.

Yinyue remained silent, Yufu urged him eagerly, "Brother, what happened to me? Tell me."

He looked around and said, "Where are we? Have we left the temple? Where are the villagers? How are they?"

Yinyue kept silent, Yufu was anxious to get out of bed barefoot, but Yinyue pulled him back to lie on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and explained in a low voice, "Don't worry, they're fine for now. "

He told him the truth about Yufu contracting the strange disease of the villagers.

Yufu was greatly shocked, mouth closed in surprise, looked at his hands in disbelief, then looked at his arms and legs, there was no scar at all, and the symptoms were completely different from those of the villagers, he asked suspiciously, "But I don't have any injuries on my body. What's going on?"

"You have been having a high fever. I was worried about you, so I took you to the town. This is the inn." Yinyue did not tell the truth, and said half-truthfully, "Your illness was cured by yourself. Presumably you should It is because you have tasted all kinds of herbs since you were young, so all kinds of poisons are invulnerable, and when the poison enters your body, it will be dissolved by itself."

Every sentence he said was reasonable and logical, Yu Fu had always believed in him, so he took it for granted.

"Since I'm fine, let's go back and go back to the village to see the villagers." Yu Fu got out of bed and put on his shoes, but Yinyue couldn't stop him and pulled him back and put on two more shoes A piece of clothes, took his hand, and went out with him.

Shen Ling was still standing outside the door, when she saw them coming out, she immediately pulled Yu Fu and asked, "How are you? Are you okay?"

Yufu looked at him, then at Yinyue, smiled, and said, "I'm fine, nothing at all, you see."

He let go of Yinyue's hand and turned around in front of the two of them.

"It's fine." Mo Che murmured.

Yufu said complacently, "Fortunately, I'm lucky. I grew up eating a lot of herbs, and I have a body that is invulnerable to all poisons, so there is nothing I can do about this disease."

His eyes were crooked like crescent moons when he smiled, and his cute and nimble appearance was like a little fox. Seeing Yinyue, he felt very happy.

However, Mo Che's eyes darkened, and he looked at Yinyue behind him, his deep eyes were full of suppressed anger.

The favored one has no fear, Yinyue relies on Yufu to like him, acts recklessly, turns black and white, and easily erases everything he has done to Yufu with just a few words.

On the way back, Yu Fu suddenly thought of a way to save the villagers.

His blood can dissolve the poison that brought this strange disease, so if his blood is used as a medicine and the villagers drink it, they will also be cured.

It's just that he didn't dare to tell his senior brother about this method. He didn't need to think about it, and his senior brother would never agree, so he could only keep this matter from his senior brother.

What's more, these are just his conjectures. As for whether it is really effective, he has to try it to know.

When he returned to the temple, he found the few purple grasses that had fallen down before. They were trampled to the point that they could no longer be used. He went to the dry well behind the temple. Strangely, the well was covered with purple grasses. Grass, but now there is no one.

Finding the antidote is impossible, there is only one way, so he dismissed Yinyue and Shen Ling with insufficient herbs, and with the wounded villagers on his back, he cut his wrist and dripped the blood into the frying pan. in good herbs.

He fell into a coma for a long time before waking up. Although there was no external injury on his body, he was still weak. There were so many patients outside. He was afraid that the medicine would not be enough, so he bled a lot. Suddenly, his face was as pale as paper and he felt dizzy. Powerful, holding the stone statue for a long time.

He hastily bandaged the wound briefly, blood oozes out, he didn't care too much, when Yinyue and Mo Che came back, they hurriedly hid their wrists in their sleeves and walked out with the medicine bowl.

"Are you back?" Yu Fu distributed the medicine to a few children who were seriously ill, watched them drink it, and when he stood up, his eyes darkened and his figure swayed.

Yinyue put down the herbs in her hand, walked over to support him, and asked softly, "What's the matter? Why is your face so ugly? Are you still not feeling well?"

Yu Fu rubbed the center of his brows, and said softly, "It's okay, brother, don't worry, I'm just a little tired, I'll be fine after a short rest."

Yinyue supported him to sit and rest at the foot of the stone statue.