After leaving a camphor tree a few feet away from the wall of Liandongyuan, Zhao Chonghuan couldn't help but breathe blood under the tree.

Xie Changhuai frowned and reached out to caress her slender back, but he stopped. He looked at her back deeply, without saying a word, and his hand holding the cloth bag tightly clenched into a fist.

Zhao Chonghuan stood quietly in her original place, closing her eyes, as if exercising her true energy in her body to relieve her pain...

After the small half of the incense of the sunlight passed, she slowly relaxed her shoulders and turned around.

As soon as he turned around, there was a slender hand holding a white handkerchief.

"Wipe the corners of your lips!" The worries in Xie Changhuai's eyes were not hidden.

Zhao Chonghuan stared at the clean handkerchief that exuded a quiet and elegant fragrance, hesitated for a while, and took it.

"Thank you!" She wiped the blood on the corners of her lips, her eyes complex.

"Are you better?"

"Um!"

After a simple dialogue, the two of them were a little silent for a while.

"I didn't vomit blood before!" Xie Changhuai said again.

Zhao Chonghuan paused and said truthfully: "The second time seems to be faster and stronger than the first time."

Moreover, she had already clearly felt that the stagnation of true qi in her body was becoming more and more disorderly than the early morning flow, like a wanton tide rushing through her bloodlines.

She raised her hand and stroked her gently swaying forehead, her eyes were solemn.

Since she practiced the last level of the "No Heart Art" taught by Mr. Wu You three years ago, she felt like she could not help herself in her heart for the first time.

She knew: Something woke up in her body!

Xie Changhuai narrowed her heavy eyes and said, "I can't contact Master Amojie for the time being, nor can I listen to "Lujiaqu" anymore!"

He pursed his lips, "I have a friend who is the saint of Xinglin. Maybe he will have a solution. I have sent someone to invite him before! It will be here the next day!"

Zhao Chonghuan was stunned when he heard this.

She had no time to think about this matter carefully at the first attack in the morning, but when she felt the influence of the flute song on her again, she knew nothing about her body, which made her panic.

At present, it seems that the most likely parasitized on her forehead is the poison.

However, she only knows some daily insects in Miaojiang, which is naturally unheard of.

"Then I'll bother you!" she said softly.

He held the cloth bag tightly, then lowered his eyes and looked at the cloth bag and raised his eyes: "These are some medicines, which may be somewhat relieved and helpful to you, please keep them first!"

Zhao Chonghuan stared at the cloth bag in surprise.

He personally carried this simple cloth bag that he had even entered Liandong Hospital, but was not a lie to the servant. She thought it was probably a relatively precious thing, but she didn't expect it to be a medicine for her.

She was a little unable to react for a moment.

Could it be that since he parted early in the morning, he began to be busy with a stranger?

He sent someone to invite friends who were good at medical skills, and then searched for medicines that were beneficial to her, and then took her to find Master Amojie to solve the doubts...

She even let the monk in red play "Luojiaqu" again to cause head pain to confirm his doubts. It was because he deliberately broke a teacup to relieve her.

In just two hours, the man in front of me, who was not familiar, had already practiced all the details that could help her.

She doesn't understand why he is like this?

But the indescribable uneasiness that once secretly criticized myself for restraining my heart was once again surging my heart, just like the spring breeze on my temples, the roar of birds in my ears, and the spring light in my eyes, could no longer be hidden.

"Thank you!" She stretched out her fair white hand to take the cloth bag.

She never refused him, nor could she refuse.
Chapter completed!