Chapter 129: Cold blood

Suzaku stared at him with hatred, his voice sharp and sharp: "Qinglong, what are you doing? Are you trying to let the monk kill the master? Let me go, let me go in to save the Lord!"
There is no slight fluctuation in the look of Qinglong’s face. It is faint:
I will not violate the command of the master, right or wrong.

No matter how Suzaku insults and screams, Qinglong is completely unmoved. In addition, he is the highest among several people. Although it is the Golden Age, the addition of Suzaku and White Tiger is not necessarily his opponent, so several people are deadlocked at the door of the bedroom.
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Within the bedroom, Nangong Temple carefully placed the creek in his bed.
He was a clean-hearted person, and no one was allowed to enter this dormitory except for the small sputum. His bed, close-fitting utensils, no one can touch.
But now, watching the blood on Tunxi's body dyed his bed, he didn't have a slight disgust, and some just let him panic.
His brook should be arrogant, arrogant, and cold, not what it is today, and dying as if it would disappear at any time.
Nangong 煜 carefully untied the top of Tunxi, and sprinkled the medicine that Qinglong had just sent in the wound of the road.
The medicine of Pluto is naturally excellent. As the drug penetrates into the flesh and blood, the wounds, whether it is a sword wound or a lightning crit, heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, when all the wounds healed, the breathing of Tunxi was still weaker and weaker, and the pale face showed a bit of gas if the hair was gray.
Nangong煜 held her gradually cold body in her arms, and suddenly there was a trace of fear in her heart.
This is the first time in his life that he has produced such feelings, fear, fear, horror... The girl in her arms will leave him, and she will never see it again.
He indulged for a moment and finally made up his mind to take a quaint jade box from the storage ring.
The jade box opened, and a burning heat wave came from the face. It was the Yuanyang fruit that was handed over to Nangong Temple by Tunxi.
Compared with Yuanyang fruit a month ago, this Yuanyang fruit is still hot at this time, but the violent fire spirit has become gentle and pure, and there is no impurity that is harmful to the human body.
This is the result of Nangong’s constant use of his body for a month.
But this is not enough. Even if the fire spirit of Yuanyangguo has been tempered by the appeasement, it can be the fragile mortal body of Tunxi. Once the Yuanyang fruit is taken, it will still be swallowed up by the fiery elements of fire. Therefore, it is necessary to have a thing of yin as a guide and neutrality.
Nangong 包裹 wrapped the Yuanyang fruit with spiritual power, and then pinched the chin of Tunxi, and slowly sent Yuanyang fruit into her mouth.
When Yuanyang fruit entered the body, Tunxi suddenly made a sigh, and the pale face suddenly became red and hot.
Seeing that the fiery flame spread from her dantian, she would burn her veins and blood, and let her melt into ashes. Nangong 突然 suddenly bowed her head and kissed the red lips.
Lips and teeth entangled, blending, and gradually there is a trace of cold blood along the lips of the two touched, slowly flowing, low on the clavicle of the sinuous white scorpion.
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In the coma, Tunxi only felt that his body was burning.
Every blood vessel in the body, every meridian, is like a red that has been burned by hot oil.