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In front of the dragon coffin, Mr. Lin Lulanhua, who was originally elegant, intellectual and had a lot of mysophobia, seemed to have forgotten the filth and horror of the surrounding environment. He did not see the blood-stained brains. Rulan's delicate body raised her arms without any regard for the image.
Confucian scholars, move carefully.
It's like a mother feeding her baby.
This scene fell silently into the eyes of the tall, thin old man.
Even the snow-white Mo Xia, who was calmly looking around, couldn't help but look sideways a few more times.
Zhu Yourong turned his back to the two of them, knelt down and hugged him, lowered his head and remained silent.
After carefully examining Zhao Rong, she breathed a sigh of relief.
He is still alive.
The woman in Confucian robes quickly touched her arms, and realized that she was in a virtual state, without any Xumi items or belongings.
Zhu Yourong immediately made a secret and cast a spell, bringing his two fingers together and tapping lightly on Zhao Rong's body, sealing the corresponding meridians and blood vessels.
Zhao Rong lost an arm and lost too much blood. He had just gone through a brutal and fierce battle. His physical strength and body were severely exhausted. He even reached the point where he was exhausted. Even if he recovered, he would inevitably fall into the trap.
, even if the treatment is late, there may still be hidden injuries.
But when Zhu Yourong breathed a sigh of relief, thanks to his martial arts body which was unusually strong compared to others in the same situation, Zhao Rong still had a long breath, which was not too bad. He could survive as long as he stopped the bleeding and received treatment in time.
"It's good to be alive..."
The woman lowered her head, stared at the unrecognizable black face in her arms, and whispered something in a low voice.
Zhao Rong rested his head on the female gentleman's plump and soft breasts, but he couldn't enjoy it, as if he had fallen asleep peacefully.
Zhu Yourong hugged him tightly, and then seemed to be afraid that he would be uncomfortable sleeping, so he loosened his arms, adjusted his posture a few times, and then.
She picked up Zhao Rong's Xumiwu on the ground next to her, used a drop of his blood to gently break the Xumiwu's restriction, carefully identified some healing pills, and fed them to him.
The woman was sitting on her knees, lowering her head and focusing seriously, while her hands were busy.
Occasionally, he would whisper something to Zhao Rong in his arms. Only his lips would move slightly, but others could not hear clearly.
In the main hall, it became quiet for a while.
The tall and thin old man looked away from the dragon coffin. He was silent for a moment, but turned around and finally looked at the snow-white Mo Xia behind him.
The old man nodded towards him.
Snow White Mo Xia also nodded in response.
The two knew each other, and could even be said to be colleagues who worked together to some extent.
Just when Snow White Mo Man was about to turn around and check for any clues in the hall.
The tall and thin old man suddenly spoke: "She is the new teacher at Mochi Academy, the first class she has taught, and she has a kind-hearted nature and protects the weak... In a hurry, she took care of the students, which made you laugh."
The old man explained and bowed.
The snow-white Mo Xia, who had an extremely long belt at one end, couldn't help but glance at the serious old man who he didn't usually interact with much. He nodded, his expression was unclear, but he didn't look there any more.
At this time, the woman in Confucian shirt who lowered her head to take care of Zhao Rong suddenly said:
"who is he?"
The hall will be quiet for a while.
The tall and thin old man had just confided in Zhu Yourong the identity of Snow White Mo Xia.
So she was not asking about the Snow White Ink Man.
It was the strange corpse on the ground, the owner of the golden elixir in the corner... the person who nearly killed Zhao Rong with his arm broken.
The tall, thin old man didn't answer, turned around and walked a few steps, without looking back:
"The academy has been notified, and people will be sent to worship at Yue Mountain soon. You should stabilize his injury first. This scholar's jade can't hold on any longer. Let's go back first. I will tell you the location later. You are here.
The baby is outside the body. Although the body is protected by the happy wind, you still have to be careful..."
Zhu Yourong: "Who did it? Him, or them."
She lowered her head and spoke calmly.
The tall and thin old man looked back at the woman in Confucian shirt in front of the dragon coffin, but did not speak immediately.