Chapter 1117: Heal

"This fruit is a great supplement. My body is too weak to eat too much, but it is not beautiful. Once this fruit is cut, it must be eaten immediately, or it will quickly deteriorate. You are now in the stage of growing your body. This Half the fruit can replenish your spiritual power for more than a thousand years, and it is a pity to waste ... "
Emperor Shiyin has strength and speaks more coherently.
That's it.
Feng Qingyu glanced at half of the fruit in her hand, and the picture of Emperor Shiyin's desperate effort to grab the fruit just passed by.
This fruit was brought to him by Mingbo, and it was really a pity to throw it away.
Feng Qingyu was not a pretentious girl at first, and she figured this out, she would no longer be polite with him, and quickly ate that half of the fruit.
Di Shiyin took a sigh of relief after watching her finish.
Although he had some strength, the wound on his body still hurt his heart and bones, making him sweat more frequently.
"Now can you apply the power to treat the injury?" Feng Qingyu's gaze swept over his wound again.
Di Shiyin took a breath. He struggled to sit up, but his heart hurt when he moved the wound, which made him sweat again.
Feng Qingyu couldn't see it, and stepped forward and hugged him, "It turns out that you, the god, also has such a weak time--"
Her breath was approaching. It was the unique scent of fragrance that was unique to her, which he had used to smell, and now he smelled again, Di Shiyin's heart was warm, sweet and sad, and even the pain on his body seemed to forget— —
She supported him to sit cross-legged, and Di Shiyin meditated for a while. His mind slowly circulated in his body.
Mo Canghai's gun also contained highly toxic substances. If it was an ordinary person, it might be fatal to scratch a little skin with that gun.
Fortunately, Di Shiyin's constitution is different from that of ordinary people, and his blood has a detoxifying effect. Therefore, he was not poisoned after taking these shots.
With this dedication and detoxification, he rushed Feng Qingyu's acupuncture point for his hemostatic point, and blood oozed out from the wound, except that the blood that bleed out this time was pink, like the brightest peach blossom ...
Feng Qingyu frowned, knowing that the wound on his body was also poisonous.
Eyes couldn't help but glanced at his leg again, could the poison there also force it out?
Elder Yunkong was also poisoned by the same, should he be able to get it out in the same way?
"Qing Yu, look away." Di Shiyin said suddenly, he didn't know when to turn a silver knife into his hand.
Feng Qingyu's eyes narrowed slightly, this silver knife is familiar—
White jade couch, silver knife, beating red heart ...
The heart seemed to be pierced by the needle tip, and her face turned pale, and she couldn't help taking a step back.
Di Shiyin let her back, but she was afraid that the blood would contaminate her. Suddenly she saw her big eyes staring at the silver knife in her hands, her face was different, and her heart moved, and suddenly she seemed to understand something. Twisted.
The damage she had done to her was almost fatal, but it was irreparable ...
The silver knife in his hand was naturally not the one and the style was different, but it evoked a bad memory of Feng Qingyu—
"Qing Yu, you—" He couldn't remember how to comfort her for a moment.
Feng Qingyu shook her head: "I'm fine!"
She subconsciously took the bad picture just back in her head: "You deal with it first, I'll pick up some dry wood."