Chapter 3609: What did you do to Xiaobao? !! (two)

Little master, little master you bleed! !!
This call awakened everyone inside and outside the space.
Little Phoenix, the evil sword, and Huang Huang all screamed in anxiety, scurrying across the space.
Qihuang frowned, pulled Xiaobao aside, looked him up and down, his eyes became more and more suspicious.
Only Jin Wuhuo Jing gleefully watched the excitement.
Yes! Let you bully me together, now you will be revenge.
Xiaobao wiped the blood off his face and whispered softly, "Brother Qihuang, don't worry, I'm fine, maybe it's just that I've been too cultivating during this time, and I'm a bit tired."
Qihuang instinctively said proudly: "Who is worried about you! The deity just doesn't want to see you dirty the space of the deity."
Immediately, however, the brows became more and more wrinkled and tighter.
No matter how you look at it, Xiaobao shows no signs of injury.
There are also no unusual energy fluctuations.
Everything works as usual.
But that's weird!
Because this is Xiaobao's third nosebleed.
For no reason, how can a person keep bleeding nose?
There must be something weird.
Qihuang said with a cold face, "Did your kid have been poisoned during this time?"
Xiaobao shook his head blankly.
But his mind unconsciously emerged from the unstained rabbit meat that had been eaten in the cave three days ago.
The little hand clasped for a moment, then released quickly.
Xiaobao grasped Qihuang's hand tightly, and Ai Ai said, "Brother Qihuang, don't tell your mother that I have a nosebleed, okay? I'm afraid my mother is worried."
Qihuang's eyebrows were crossed, and he wanted to curse, "Why can the deity help you keep secrets?"
But against Xiao Bao's big watery eyes, he swallowed it when he reached the mouth.
"Okay, don't say nothing. The deity is not a big mouth."
Huh, he's not soft to this little cub, so promise him?
Xiaobao urged a few more and threatened Jinwu Huojin, which relieved him.
But when she lay down and slept again, her small body still curled up uneasily.
...
Two days later, Zhou Zi ordered to send specially tailored winter clothes.
Most of them are Xiaobao's clothes.
It looks exquisite and cute, which makes Mu Yan just love it.
But Xiaobao aside was absent-minded.
The room was warm and the little face was flushed red, healthy and vigorous.
But those crystal clear ice-blue eyes seemed to lose their luster and dimness.
"Little treasure, what's wrong? Are you sick?"
Mu Yan finally found out what was wrong with him.
Xiaobao barely smiled: "Madam, I'm fine, but there are too many clothes, I don't need ..."
It's not over yet.
He felt some warm liquid gushing from his nose.
No, not just the nose, but also the eyes, mouth, and ears.
For a moment, the blood in the body seemed to be drained quickly.
And his body became cold and stiff.
"Little treasure-!!!"
Mu Yan startledly embraced Xiaobao, who was slowly softening, "Little treasure, don't scare your mother!"
Xiaobao opened her eyes and looked at Mu Yan, and her little hand exhausted her strength to hold her placket: "My dear, I ... am I going to die?"
"No!" Mu Yan gritted her teeth and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Xiaobao will live for a long time, happy and healthy, and my mother will never let you die."
Xiaobao's eyelids trembled, and finally he couldn't help but fell into a coma completely.