Chapter 1301: She can't help but scare

The demon power of this poison scorpion is about one-third of his year, and he does not understand the method of breaking the battle. The eighteen subordinates are dead and running. The remaining few may not be willing to help him. This time the poisonous scorpion was afraid of losing the mold,
However, this poisonous scorpion is not easy to associate with. The piece of white tofu carries people who want to catch it, for fear they will have to pay the price ...
He doesn't have to wait to see the results in the next battle, and knows that in all likelihood, he will lose both.
He glanced down again coolly, hoping that this poisonous scorpion would not die here, he also wanted to make up this traitor who dare to plot against him!
Suddenly, the palms were a little wet and sticky. Feng Xiaoxun sank in his heart, raised his hand and looked at it. It was a bright red color--
Why did he bleed for her? !!
His kung fu has recovered only less than one-third of the original. Even if he is alone, he may not be the opponent of that Scorpion King, not to mention that there are so many demon soldiers and generals. , He can only outsmart the incompetent--
Just now in that demon house, he dealt with that scorpion lord with all his heart. With years of accumulated power, the scorpion lord dared not turn against the water--
He didn't have time to carefully examine how many injuries Fang Xiyan had on his body, but he only used a method to stop her blood.
However, she did not expect that the original unsatisfactory hemostatic method did not have much effect on her. There was still blood leaking from the wound under her ribs, soaking his palms--
"Xi Yan, Xi Yan-" He sank in his heart and called her low.
Fang Xiyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she seemed to want to open, but there seemed to be a heavy load on her eyelids, and she couldn't open them at all. With a slight movement of the body, he did not respond again.
His face was getting paler and paler. A line of blood flowed slowly from the corners of the tightly closed mouth, and his breath became weaker and weaker--
Damn it! She was really hurt!
Although Feng Xiaoxun is very good at fighting, he is not good at healing.
He is a nine-tailed fox, and his body has a strong ability to heal automatically. Even if he is injured, he can heal very quickly under the impulse of his demon power. He does not need to seek medical treatment at all.
After suffering a serious injury, he can live alive for a while and continue to harm the world--
At most, he had some precious medicine for treating trauma and enhancing spiritual power. He was not prepared to treat internal injuries at all--
Seeing her breath getting weaker and weaker, he was so anxious that he pressed his palm against her vest to deliver spiritual power for her, and wanted to hold her breath for that first.
Helpless, he did not have much experience in healing others. He couldn't grasp the strength of the spiritual power transmission. A large amount of spiritual power poured into her body, but made her blood flow faster and more urgent.
Her cheeks were paler and she was breathing more and more quickly, but her heartbeat gradually slowed down ...
Feng Xiaoxun didn't dare to act arrogantly, just hugged her tightly, almost gritted his teeth: "Fir, I won't let you die again! If you die again, I will transfer your soul to the demon fox-"
He was so anxious that he was holding her all the way, and when he saw that there was a big city ahead, he flew towards the city.
His fisherman is human now, maybe the doctor on earth could save her life—
In this life, he will never let her die in his arms! That taste would be enough once, he didn't want to try it again!
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Tomorrow I'll probably pull out the Emperor's shoes and play with soy sauce, Xiaoyin Party can cheer for a while. Haha.