Tian Xueqing was stunned for a moment, lowered her eyes, then raised her eyes and looked at Ji Yunhuang sincerely: "Thank you, Mr. Ji, for saving Master, the debt between you and me will be written off from now on..."

She is always thinking about writing it out with him...

How could she know that his and her accounts were complicated and could never be written off--

Ji Yunhuang slowly glanced at her, and after a while he said a sentence, his voice could not tell the emotion: "You're welcome."

The sky was choking there.

Ji Yunhuang walked down slowly, her figure suddenly shook, and then stood firm, but his face became paler, almost the same color as the robe on his body.

Tian Xueqing felt her heart shaking, and she couldn't help but walk to him: "How are you?" She reached out and wanted to check it out for him.

However, Ji Yunhuang kept hiding over, and his tone was faint: "Nothing happened."

Tian Xueqing looked at her empty palms and felt a little empty. She calmly withdrew her hand: "Then you can rest well."

Ji Yunhuang's slightly cold chin slowly walked out.

When he reached the door, his figure shook again. Fortunately, he was able to hold the door frame in time to stabilize his body. His face became paler and he was sweating frequently.

Tian Xueqing twitched in her heart and said dryly: "Be careful..."

Ji Yunhuang was unheard of. He walked away step by step. His back was a little desolate and desolate, and the dark patterns on his white robe became much dim. Tian Xueqing looked at his back and felt like a big stone was pressed in her heart.

"Xueqing, Young Master Ji is not in good health, go and take care of him." Ji Mo's voice sounded behind him. Tian Xueqing hesitated for a moment, looked back, as if he was a little hesitant.

Ji Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, the poison of your teacher has been cured. You should take good care of Mr. Ji."

Tian Xueqing nodded: "Master, please have a good rest, your disciple will leave first." After that, he hurriedly walked out.

Ji Mo looked at Tian Xueqing's hurried back, and a deep thought flashed through his eyes.

In his impression, his apprentice was slow and calm when he was so anxious and panicked?

Ji Yunhuang walked slowly in the corridor with her big sleeves, and the scenery on both sides became a foil.

His face was pale, his thin lips were almost blood-colored, and his white robe was swaying in the wind, and he looked like he could ride the wind at any time.

Tian Xueqing caught up with him, looked at his back, and pursed his lips slightly.

He had a faint indifference and noble aura around him, and she felt that she was rejected...

As Ji Yunhuang was about to walk out of the corridor, she quickly walked forward and slightly supported him.

Very ice!

Bing Detian Xueqing almost shook her hand away, but she put her entire palm on his arm, and the coldness came along her palm...

The touch of the hand is not like a human arm, but like an icicle.

Something is wrong!

His body temperature was too low! Normal people wouldn't be so cold! She almost reflexively pressed towards his pulse, trying to diagnose what was going on with him.

Her degree was very fast, but Ji Yunhuang's degree was even faster. He silently avoided her hand again.

He seemed to be avoiding his touch...
Chapter completed!