Chapter 70:

"Da Grandpa, how is the poison on my body?"
There was a sorrow in the bottom of his eyes, and Xie whispered softly to the old man who was taking the pulse for him.
"Congratulations to the Lord, the toxicity of your body has been solved."
The old man pulled back his hand and, as usual, touched a white beard and replied very timidly.
Di Jiang does not despise the name of his medical immortal, and his medical skills are very good. In the past two years, his antidote effect to Xie Zhen has been significantly more than once. However, the method of poisoning and poisoning is not a long-term solution. In the long run, Xie Tao’s body The more the toxins accumulate, the sooner or later the body will be unable to withstand and completely erupt.
The wind whistling outside the window, and the door frame came from time to time. The candlelight swayed, and Xie slammed down silently. "I don't know what happened. Recently, I always feel bored, sometimes I can't breathe."
Having said that, his long eyelashes are trembled, and the smile on his lips is awkward: "Do you say that I will not wake up one day?"
The old man listened to some silence.
The medicine he used was a strong aphrodisiac, and he was not sure what side effects he would have.
In the ear, the voice of the young boy was light: "Dead is good, such a broken body, I feel sick every time I see it."
"Less Lord, don't say that."
Hearing the meaning of seeking death in Xie Zhen’s words, Di Jiang was shocked and trembled.
The teenager looked up and smiled without any emotion. "You can rest assured that I will not do stupid things."
He did not return his pain to the master, how can he be willing to die?

With the treasure map given by Yin Ruoyu, Chen Heng has been recruiting troops in the past two years, and the power of the Blood Palace in the rivers and lakes is getting bigger and bigger, almost to the extent of the horror. He systematically expanded the territory of the cult, and the Blood Palace reached an unprecedented height under his leadership.
Perhaps the means of the Blood Palace is too cruel and bloody, and the decent people who have been suppressed have begun to unite and discuss the demon plan.
Chen Heng certainly knows their plans, but he is negative, and he does not put those little shackles in his eyes.
What he cares most now is the antidote to the bones.
Xie Tao and Bai Qing have been seventeen this year. In another year, his charm will be attacked.
In the past two years, Chen Heng has been keeping himself in the study room, and devoted himself to researching medical books every day. He saw that the antidote was about to be developed, but it was biased by the last drug.
To say that this last blind drug is not a strange thing, but for him it is impossible to meet.
It is said that the reason why the founder of Rakshamen was to invent the metamorphosis poison was to punish the person who abandoned him. This inherited the poison of his grievances and curses. If you want to resolve it, you need to really love him. The blood of the person's heart comes to the medicine.
Of course, the legend is a legend after all, is it true that no one knows.
Chen Heng can't wait that long, and he will be poisoned in another year. He doesn't want to fall to the same ending as Xiao Wuzhen.
Therefore, regardless of whether the legend is true or not, he must try it.
Three days later, the news that the demon teacher was ill and went away, the demon disciples came to visit, and Chen Heng never saw him, and he recruited Bai Qing to enter the house.
When Bai Qing entered the house, he rushed to the man's bed. He looked at the man who had been stunned in the past and was lying on the bed at this time. His color was pale, his wife was gray, and the tears in the eyes of the youngsters rushed. Come up, the voice trembled: "Master, how are you?"
"I am fine."
Chen Heng deliberately used internal force to suppress several large points around the body, creating an illusion that was about to die in the near future. Facing the terror of the teenager's fears and fears, he pulled away the pale and ruined lips and hoarse and snorted.
Bite his lips and shook his head, tears unknowingly wet his cheeks, Bai Qing buried his face in the man's neck, and cried out with a cry: "You have been good a few days ago, it only took a few days, you How did it become like this?"
Chen Heng subconsciously shrunk his neck, and the hot tears of the teenager splashed on his skin. The feeling was very strange, as if the residual temperature of tears could be conveyed into the bottom of the heart along the veins of the body.
Abandoning the strange feelings of the heart, the man pretend to raise his hand and stroke the white silk of the Qing Dynasty, the voice line is softer and softer: "Don't cry."
Bai Qing did not lift his face, as if doing so would not let the man know that he was crying.
He smoked his nose and his voice was low and dumb: "Master, promised that I must live well." Suddenly, he clung to the man's waist and muttered: "You said that when I was 18, I would be windy. I have been greeted by the light, and for another year, the master can’t talk without saying anything."
Of course, Chen Heng will not forget such an important thing. He also wants to appreciate the painful appearance of Bai Qing.
But now, Chen Heng slightly narrowed his eyes and hid the fleeting light of his eyes. He stopped the move of touching his white hair. "The teacher must live long and long, so good with me. The children are always together."
Speaking of the words of numbness, Chen Heng's face is expressionless, but the voice is light and soft. "Qinger, the disease for the teacher is very strange, only you can save me."
Bai Qing suddenly lifted his face and widened the eyes that were soaked in tears. "As long as you can save the master, you can do whatever you want."

Is it really ok?

Chen Heng’s face was still pale, but his eyes showed a sweet and sultry scent. He stretched out his white, without a trace of the index finger, slid down the white collar bones, and finally stopped at his heart. .
His demeanor made Bai Qing feel awkward. His eyelashes trembled and swallowed. "Well, anything can be."
Chen Heng listened, and smiled slightly.
"Good boy." Fingertips lightly ignited the heart of the boy, Chen Heng said profoundly: "If I want your life?"
The eyes flashed for a moment, and the white lips were slightly open. "As long as you can save the master, the disciple is willing to die for the master."
Willing to die for him.
It seems that Bai Qing really likes him.
Chen Heng smiled with satisfaction. "There is no white pain for you."

The teenager lay on his back on a soft big bed, the clothes on his chest were open, the coolness of the late autumn came, and the fine particles gradually appeared on the white skin.
Chen Heng glanced at Bai Qing and held a sharp dagger in his hand.
"Don't be afraid, it will pass."
"Ok."
Bai Qing nodded, and there was no fear in his eyes.
He is just a little nervous.
Chen Heng had already put the knife on the fire and sterilized it in advance. At this time, the silvery blade on his hand exudes a cold chill, which appears to be somewhat infiltrating under the moonlight. He slowly walked toward the white clearing of the bed. When he came to the front, he pointed his knife at the heart of Bai Qing. "It may be a little painful."
"Despite the division of the master, the disciple lived."
After all, Bai Qing slowly closed his eyes.
Chen Heng was also polite, and he took the knife and fell, and he smashed the dagger.
"Hey!" A sigh of pain and pain overflowed from the boy's mouth.
The man patronizes the blood, does not care about him, not a moment, the air is full of thick smell.
Due to excessive blood loss, Bai Qing looked pale and pale, and there was a feeling of dizziness in his mind. He opened his eyes and looked at the man with difficulty, and he couldn't help but confront the other party's cold twilight. He bowed and blinked subconsciously. When he opened it again, he saw the gentle smile that the master showed to him.
It should be an illusion just now.
How could the master look at him with the cold eyes of a stranger?
Thinking this way, his mouth barely squeezed out a smile. "Master, blood... is it enough?"
Chen Heng glanced at the blood in the bowl and softly said to him: "Enough."
Helping Bai Qing to wrap the wound, and after quilt the quilt, the man warmly told him to rest in bed. Bai Qing was too tired, his eyes could not open, and he could only nod his head and said a good voice. .
When Bai Qing fell asleep in his bed, Chen Heng took the half bowl of blood and turned and left the room without hesitation.
What he didn't know was that, not long after he left, a figure slipped in silently.
Xie Wei silently fell to the bedside, staring at the white clearness that was in a coma. The dark scorpion was darker than the night, and there were countless undercurrents. Bai Qing had already fainted because of excessive blood loss, so he did not know that the danger was coming quietly.
This is a good opportunity.
Xie Tao stood on the bed and watched for a moment, and finally could not help but extend his hand to Bai Qing...
At the same time, when Chen Hengyi got the last drug guide, he couldn't wait to come to the pharmacy, opened the dark cabinet on the table, and took out a wooden box carved with complicated patterns. He took out a crystal-clear glazed porcelain bottle from the wooden box and poured the fresh blood into it. At the end, he shook the bottle slightly and mixed the liquid with the blood.
When he felt that he was almost there, he opened the cork and took the smell of the monk and poured it into his stomach without hesitation.
After taking the medicine, Chen Heng did not rush back to the room, but waited for a moment in the pharmacy. In the middle of the bones, there will be a mark of the shape of a plum on the shoulder. He just wants to see if the mark will disappear, to determine whether the antidote has any effect.
However, to his disappointment, the plum did not completely disappear, and the last two petals remained on his shoulder.
Why is this happening?
Chen Heng was a bit stunned.
He had prepared for failure beforehand, but he did not expect to encounter such a situation. His antidote is a result of his careful research and development over the years. There is absolutely no possibility of making mistakes. Only Bai Qing’s heart is not within his expected range.
Could it be that Bai Qing does not love him?
Impossible, Chen Heng quickly denied this speculation, because if Bai Qing does not love him, then the imprint of plum blossoms will not be less.
Just as Chen Heng thought gradually became fascinated, the heart suddenly came with a bitter pain.