Chapter 455: Sympathy

"Qing Dai's blindness should not be related to Amber's disfiguration?" Di Fuyi guessed.
"Well, you can see how much their brother and sister suffered on the dead continent."
Think about how charming the brothers and sisters were before. Standing on the clouds, one day they were taken into hell. It was really humbling.
From a distance, she heard Yao Nu's lingering voice coming from the dungeon.
It was dark, depressed, and dull that made the scalp numb.
As soon as she entered the dungeon, Di Fuyao saw the medicine slave lying on the ground, and she kept saying something. She came forward and asked softly, "What are you talking about?"
Medicine slaves haven't changed their clothes for a long time, their bodies are dirty, and that face is so dirty that they can't distinguish the features.
He lifted his head hard, his red bloodshot eyes looked at her in despair, his skinned and white lips were closed one by one, and he uttered an intermittent but angina sentence.
"Please ... give me ... a knife ..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he kept spitting the blood against his mouth.
Although she is not a good person, she is not a kind of wicked and wicked person.
Anyhow, she still had good thoughts in her heart. Seeing this scene, she could not help feeling a little sympathy.
"Sorry, I can't do it. My duty is to keep you alive."
It was said that the light in Yao Nu's eyes faded out instantly, dim and dull, like a dead dog, lying on the ground without moving.
"However, I can make you less painful and a little better."
Emperor Fu saw that his entire body was covered with shocking blood stains, and the odor caused a lot of flies. This was not good for the recovery of the drug slaves, and it was likely to be infected with incurable bacterial viruses.
She had to move lightly to move the medicine slave to a clean place.
"Although I can't give you a good knife, it can reduce your physical pain."
Said, Di Fuyao took out the bowl, and there was still half a drop of unused iced honey liquid in the bowl.
After she crushed the golden dragon herb in a bowl, she wrapped the half drop of ice honey liquid and sent it to the medicine slave's mouth.
"This ... this is ..."
"Ice honey liquid can relieve pain. Although it is a little bit, it can relieve some pain more or less." Di Fuyao explained.
There was a gleam of light in Yaodu's dim eyes, and he trembled, "Really?"
"It's true." Her shallow smile was like a ray of sunshine after the storm, and finally gave him a trace of heating.
The medicine slave opened his mouth and for the first time swallowed the bitter and bitter Golden Dragon herb, although it was really difficult to eat, he still took it.
Di Fuyao squatted beside him and looked at him curiously.
The medicine slave's eyes dodged a little, which seemed to be embarrassed.
"How do you feel after eating ice honey?"
The medicine slave clenched her pale lips tightly and said nothing.
"I'm not malicious, I just want to adjust the right amount of iced honey liquid next time according to your situation."
"You ... aren't afraid?" The medicine slave looked at her, meaning to feed me a medicine slave with such precious ice honey liquid, aren't you afraid of being killed.
Di Fu shook with a smile: "I have collected the ice honey solution myself, but they didn't give it to me, so why should I be afraid?"
Her words and her smile were full of self-confidence and frivolity. This power came from the bones.
But unlike him, Gou lives, not even pigs and dogs ...
Medicine slave bowed his head, "Thank you."
"So, can you tell me?"
"It hurts ... but it's much better," Yao Nu said truthfully.
If the pain is divided into ten levels, taking this low dose of ice honey liquid will reduce the pain by at most one level.
The reason why he said he was much better was because no one had cared about him for a long time, so this was good, it was mentally good.
"Then I'll add some ice honey to you next time."
This medicine slave had shocking wounds all over her body. In some places, the pus was rotten and was bitten by tapeworms. The pain must be painful.
The next time she gave him medicine, she would just add more iced honey.
To her, it was nothing more than a hand.
"What's your name?" Di Fuya sat beside him, without disappointing the taste on him, but asked with a smile.
The medicine slave took a deep breath, "Gong ... the wind is blowing."
"Winds up? Haha, your name looks like me." Emperor Fu laughed and laughed.
"Why?"
"There is a saying that Dapeng rises with the wind one day, and Fuyao goes up to 90,000 miles. You are the wind, I am Fuyao, do you say there is a fate?"
"Um." Gongfeng raised his chest slightly and finally smiled.
The dungeon was divided into two, and there was a skeleton with Sensen's bones, and the empty one was only two of them.
When Emperor Fu shook and laughed, the silver bell-like voice echoed in the dungeon, combined with the yin in the dungeon, and made a voice of yin, if someone who did not know listened to it, it would be scared to death.
After watching the time, she got up and left.
Suddenly felt that the legs of the pants were pulled, looked back, and saw Gongfeng look at her.
"Are you ... coming tomorrow ..."
"If I don't come, who will give you the ice honey solution to relieve pain?" Di Fu shook his lips with a deep smile, then he let go.
After getting out of the dungeon.
Emperor Gou laughed and laughed, "Boss, you are so good to him, Gongfengqi must be very grateful to you!"
"Everyone has a day that needs help. Since I can help him by raising my hand, why not do it. As for being grateful, it doesn't matter."
She can only live if the public wind is alive. Of course, she is worthy of the public wind. After all, it is not her who blame him for this.
The only thing she could do was make her feel better.
"Don't say this, I found that my body was a lot lighter after drinking the spiritual pulp fluid." Di Fu shook his voice and smiled: "It seems that I can start practicing ancient martial arts."
Just do it. After coming out of the dungeon and coming to Taolin, she immediately picked a relatively hidden place and started practicing ancient martial arts.
The ancient martial arts focused on practicing qi. Previously, she was burned and burned, her veins were destroyed, and her body was beaten to the realm of waste wood.
Now that my bones are almost raised, we can practice the ancient martial arts again!
From dawn to darkness, and then from dawn to dawn, Emperor Fu became more and more fascinated, and never stopped.
"Three-legged cat."
As she practiced earnestly, a sneer of ridicule and ridicule sounded behind her.
Di Fu glared away, and saw that Jiuyin, who did not know when he came, had hung on the peach tree behind him for a long time.
"This deity is the first time I've seen a warrior with such a weak chicken. What is this called? It's so rubbish." Jiuyin was playful.
"Master, is she all right?"
Jiuyinhan's eyes froze slightly, and her slender figure moved to the front of her eyes. She suddenly caught her sharp chin like an electric light, and her weight was so strong that she pinched her skin directly.