Seeing the black blood from the wound turn red, Yan Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a hemostatic pill and drank one.
The wounds gradually stopped bleeding, and Yan Lingyu simply bandaged the wounds.
Afterwards, Yan Lingyu unceremoniously put away the detoxifying pill and the hemostatic pill.
Song Yizhi glanced at it but said nothing.
"Well, according to the demon world, these two wolf demons are traitors to the wolf clan. They seem to have teamed up to steal the holy scriptures and fled to the world of immortality." Yan Lingyu said.
Holy scripture?
Was the Holy Scripture stolen again?
Song Yizhi looked at the two wolf corpses and fell silent.
"Did you kill the demon cultivator next to Jiang Yan?" Yan Lingyu asked.
Song Yizhi responded, "What does this have to do with it?"
"That's right." Yan Lingyu looked at Song Yizhi, "These two wolf demons are good friends with the demon cultivator next to Jiang Yan. They killed you to avenge their friends."
After finishing speaking, Yan Lingyu clicked his tongue and said, "I didn't expect that this demon clan really values love and justice."
Song Yizhi twitched the corner of his mouth.
Then, she squeezed the secret with one hand, and her spiritual power flew out.
After a while, Song Yizhi found a book on the female wolf.
The spiritual power flew over with the holy book floating in the air, and Song Yizhi glanced at it.
The aura fluctuations in this book are somewhat similar to the holy book Shen Zheng is looking for.
Come to think of it, this should be the holy book of the wolf clan.
Song Yizhi put away the lost sacred scriptures of the wolf clan.
Yan Lingyu dug out the she-wolf's demon pill.
He took out a box and put the two demon pills in it, then handed the box to Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi looked at Yan Lingyu confused.
Although human cultivators cannot absorb demon pills, spiritual beasts can swallow demon pills. If he contracts a spiritual beast in the future, wouldn't it be good to give him a spiritual beast?
Yan Lingyu said, "When you have the opportunity to see the Demon Lord in the future, you can ask him to receive the reward."
Song Yizhi: "..."
This is so reasonable!
After putting away the box containing the demon pill, Song Yizhi couldn't hold on anymore and his body fell straight down.
Yan Lingyu quickly stretched out his hand to support Song Yizhi.
The light inside the cave was dark, and Yan Lingyu couldn't see clearly what Song Yizhi's complexion was, and her breathing was slow, so she couldn't hear anything.
But Song Yizhi couldn't stand still, which showed that her current situation was not very good.
"Don't move, I'll take it slow." Song Yizhi's voice was very calm, so calm that nothing could be heard.
Yan Lingyu didn't believe this, so he took out the Night Pearl with his backhand.
Under the soft light, he saw Song Yizhi's pale face and slightly rickety back.
When he looked back, he was shocked.
There was a lot of blood on Song Yizhi's back, and his clothes were soaked with blood.
The cave was filled with a strong smell of blood, and Yan Lingyu couldn't distinguish it at all.
If he hadn't stretched out his head to take a look, he might not have noticed that Song Yizhi's back was so seriously injured.
"Ancestor, you should take some elixirs!" Yan Lingyu said, his voice full of anxious worry, "What do you want to eat? Let me see if I have brought it with me!"
Song Yizhi said in a calm voice, "It's okay. You go and search the surroundings. I'll take a rest."
Yan Lingyu was really worried about Song Yizhi's current situation, so he didn't move.
"Go, I'm fine." Song Yizhi said.
fine??
The external injuries are so serious, let alone how serious the internal injuries are, do you call this okay?
"Song Yizhi, don't..." Yan Lingyu didn't say anything, and a very oppressive consciousness swept over him.
The next second, Rong Yueyuan appeared in front of the two of them.
With just one glance, Rong Yueyuan saw that something was very wrong with Song Yizhi.
At this time, Song Yizhi was like a fragile porcelain doll. Her face was bloody and her body was in a mess.
The moment Song Yizhi saw Rong Yueyuan, his body stiffened suddenly.
Why do I feel guilty?
It's really weird.
When Yan Lingyu saw Rong Yueyuan coming, he glanced at the person and handed Song Yizhi over.
Rong Yueyuan reached out to hold Song Yizhi's arm, and then smelled the smell of blood coming from her body.
He glanced up and down, and then, when he turned his head and looked back, he saw that the clothes on Song Yizhi's back were soaked in blood.
The injury was serious.
Sensing that Rong Yueyuan's breath was a bit colder, Song Yizhi felt a little guilty for no reason, and she unconsciously relaxed her breathing.
"I'll go search, you go back to heal first." Yan Lingyu said to Song Yizhi, then bowed to Rong Yueyuan and turned to leave.
After Yan Lingyu walked away, Rong Yueyuan took out a porcelain bottle and poured out a pill and handed it to Song Yizhi.
Song Yizhi looked at the dark pill and slowly stretched out his hand under Rong Yueyuan's gaze.
Seeing how slow her movements were, Rong Yueyuan simply picked up the elixir and fed it to her mouth.
Song Yizhi opened his mouth silently.
The elixir that melted in the mouth was a bit bitter, Song Yizhi swallowed, and then his throat became itchy.
"Cough cough, cough puff..." He coughed and coughed, and suddenly he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
Song Yizhi bent his back, and the injury on his back hurt.
Before Song Yizhi could slow down, blood rushed to his throat, "vomit—"
A few mouthfuls of blood mixed with blood clots were vomited out, and the congestion in Song Yizhi's chest dissipated.
"Hoo, ho, ho..." Song Yizhi gasped for air, looking like the situation was getting worse.
Then, she raised her hand with difficulty to wipe the blood on her lips.
"Don't move." Rong Yueyuan's voice was slightly harsh.
Song Yizhi stiffened, then silently put down his hands and did not dare to move.
Rong Yueyuan pulled up his sleeve and carefully wiped the blood from Song Yizhi's lips.
In an instant, a dazzling stain of blood appeared on the clean and smooth sleeves.
Song Yizhi moved her lips, but looking at Rong Yueyuan's serious and focused look, she didn't know what to say.
Song Yizhi blinked as his sleeves passed before his eyes.
Rong Yueyuan wiped away the blood on Song Yizhi's face.
Gentle and careful movements with a hint of spiritual power ensure that the blood stains can be wiped clean.
After wiping it clean, Rong Yueyuan put down his hand.
The surroundings were too quiet, and Song Yizhi felt a little panicked for no reason. She swallowed, and her mouth and throat were filled with the taste of rust.
"Um, I, I didn't..." Thing...
Meeting Rong Yueyuan's gaze, Song Yizhi couldn't say the word behind it.
Rong Yueyuan suppressed his temper and said in a calm voice, "I'll take you back to heal first."
Song Yizhi responded dryly.
Returning to the private house, Yizhi saw Ye Hanxing standing in the yard.
Ye Hanxing had only taken a few steps forward when he smelled the smell of blood on Song Yizhi's body.
"The injury is serious." Rong Yueyuan said.
Ye Hanxing responded, then calmly took Song Yizhi from Rong Yueyuan's hand and helped her walk in.
After the door closed, Rong Yueyuan stood in the yard.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the blood stains on his sleeves, his face expressionless.
It’s normal to get injured during training.
Qiuxian asked, no one can have smooth sailing, even he has experienced many crises, and even had to go to the Palace of Hell for tea several times.
Song Yizhi's injuries were serious, but not fatal.
Normally, he should be calm and rational, but this time he was not calm and rational.
Seeing Song Yizhi's fragile look with blood on his face, he even panicked.
Rong Yueyuan looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his mind a little confused.
Suddenly, he understood the reason for his abnormality.
With feelings, it is difficult to be fair and just. He will subconsciously or even unconsciously lean towards Song Yizhi.
Seeing Song Yizhi being injured, he would be concerned but confused and a little angry.
Angry, why are you angry?
Is it because Song Yizhi was injured?
It seems not.
Rong Yueyuan thought for a while and then figured it out.
He wasn't angry at Song Yizhi, he seemed to be angry at himself for not being able to prevent Song Yizhi from getting hurt.
Rong Yueyuan raised his hand to his forehead and sighed.