Chapter 913: Prison plague

She doesn't have a relative here, what should I do?
She is an agent, originally a person who grew up in blood, naturally clever and calm, even if she occasionally acts emotionally once, she is more alert than ordinary people.
If other women encounter this situation, I am afraid that she will vomit blood with anger and unwillingness in her heart, or she will blame herself and be pessimistic, but after the grief and anger, she has started to calmly consider her future-
Although Yan Chi's mana is not good, and she is a little greedy for life and fears death, she is deep-hearted and a cruel person. She is afraid that she won't let go of herself easily. She will find a way to get rid of the nail in her eyes and the thorn in the meat. What would she do?
If I die silently in this prison, I am afraid that there is not even a person who asks!
The world is unpredictable. I did not expect that I tried my best to cultivate the immortal, and brought such a consequence, so that I fell into such a dangerous situation!
The pain in her body was scratching her heart and scratching her liver, but she was desperately struggling to keep herself awake. If she didn't guess wrong, Yan Chi would be afraid to take action tonight--
She closed her eyes for a moment, and there seemed to be a little movement outside the cell door. Then the cell door opened. A person walked in, stopped in front of her, and sighed softly: "Qing Lan ..."
Luo Qingyu froze, looked up, and it was Lan Xiu who stood in front of him.
There was a touch of compassion on his handsome face, and he lowered his body slightly: "Qing Lan, what do you think? Alas, the emperor actually had such a fierce hand, it really surprised me."
Luo Qingyu didn't expect that he would go to visit her in the prison, and his eyes flickered, and he smiled: "I knew all the immortals. Is Qing Lan very failed?"
Lan Xiu sighed: "You're too anxious, and actually pouting at him three or five times. But the emperor is too ruthless, don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, how are you my waiter, how can he With such a hot hand, I beat you like this? Come, let me see your injury ... "
Luo Qingyu's body moved slightly, avoiding his touch, and his face was slightly awkward: "Shangxian, Qing Lan's injury-inconvenient."
The injuries on her legs and were really inconvenient for a big man to give her medicine.
Lan Xi frowned, and then frowned: "Qing Lan, this stick is very bad. You see that you have shed so much blood, and you don't want to stop, you are afraid of life. You are in a hurry and you ca n’t do it yourself Smudge, or ... "
Luo Qingyu moved again, stubbornly shook her head: "No, Shangxian, I have stopped this blood with the spell, nothing will happen ..."
Lan Xiu sighed and took out a jar of ointment: "Qing Lan, even if your injury is not life-threatening, it will still leave scars. You should understand the principle of urgency. Rest assured, I will close Eyes, can't see. "
Luo Qingyu's eyes darkened slightly: "That's okay."
Lan Xiu glanced at her, her face was pale, and her forehead was still faintly sweaty, showing that she was already extremely weak ...
He sighed lightly, Luo Qingyu was lying on his back, a blood stain on his back to his leg, his dress and blood crotch stuck together, it looked terrible.