Lian estimated that these foods were not incompatible, and they didn't seem to be eating bad things.
But looking at the little disciple's appearance, it doesn't seem to be fake.
"Ouch, oh, my stomach...it hurts so much..." Qingyin's eyes were wet with pain, and she felt that her lower body seemed to be wet.
Feeling strange, she hurriedly lifted the bedding.
It would be fine if she didn't look at it. She was so scared that her face turned blue, "Aaaa, Master, I'm bleeding... Woo, I'm really sick..."
"This..." Lian frowned. This was the first time she encountered this situation.
The little apprentice was really bright red, soaking her fur pants.
Lian’s medical skills are open.
All kinds of difficult and complicated diseases are handled perfectly.
But he has never encountered this situation in his little disciple.
Especially, the little disciple had some bleeding under him, and it was really inconvenient for him to check that position.
"Qingyin, this is a pain relief pill. You can take one pill first. Let's go and go!" Lian took a pill and asked Qingyin to take it, and left in a hurry.
Since there is no one in the fairy world who thinks is high in medical skills, he actually used the anti-wind technique that consumes spiritual power and took the Golden Lotus to the Palace of Jule to look for Feng Xiqing.
Feng Xiqing was extremely surprised by the sudden arrival of Lian, especially at night.
"Brother Lian, why are you here?"
"Let's talk about it on the road." Lian was worried that his little disciple was alone in Putuo Hall, so he didn't have time to explain too much to her, so he pulled up her sleeves and stepped onto the golden lotus.
Along the way, Lian Jian told Feng Xiqing about Qingyin's situation.
Although he didn't see me, Feng Xiqing had already understood about it seven minutes.
On the golden lotus, looking at Lian Ruyu's side face, Feng Xiqing clearly felt that over the years, her finally silent heart was changing little by little.
But so what if there is any change? She and Lian can no longer go back to the past.
After calming down, she adjusted her mentality. Feng Xiqing was still the pure, noble and cold fairy Lingbo.
"Are you... okay?" Lian asked softly after a while.
If it weren't for the little disciple's "sickness" today, maybe he wouldn't want to disturb Qing'er's life.
"It's pretty good!" Feng Xiqing raised a bitter smile.
She was as quiet as water, and a grain of cinnabar between her eyebrows seemed to flow with a contradictory light, as if she was thinking.
Hearing her affirmation, Lian was relieved, "That's good!"
All the way, no words anymore.
Crossing the ocean and flying through the forest, the two of them rode the golden lotus to the thirty-third heaven.
As soon as he entered the palace, Lian was anxious and rushed straight to Qingyin's bedroom.
Seeing him appear, Qingyin's little face had been stained with tears. She wiped her tears and cried, "Master, where have you been?"
Her voice was crying and a lot of complaints.
Feng Xiqing, who followed Lian in, heard the tender voice and resentment, and her pretty eyebrows couldn't help but jump.
I thought to myself, this little girl is really brave and dares to talk to Lian like this.
However, this is correcting the rumors outside that the Illusion Lotus God is extremely favored.
Now it seems that this is true.
"Brother Lian, she is Qingyin!" Feng Xiqing stepped forward, stood beside Lian, and asked with a smile.
There was suddenly one more person in Putuo Palace, and he was also a woman, and Qingyinda felt a sense of crisis.
Her eyebrows frowned for a moment, and she stared at the other person with a cautious look on her face, "Who are you? How could she appear in my house?"