Under the bright moonlight, Rong Yueyuan suddenly saw a faint red mark on Song Yizhi's neck.
He stretched out his hand, and Song Yizhi ducked back reflexively.
After hiding, Rong Yueyuan could see clearly the circle of dazzling red marks on Song Yizhi's neck.
The red mark is not very heavy, but Song Yizhi's skin is porcelain white, so it looks particularly obvious.
Combined with Song Yizhi's strange reaction before, Rong Yueyuan instantly guessed where the red mark came from.
The marks on her neck should have been made by the half-dragon.
"It's not an injury!" Song Yizhi said before Rong Yueyuan could.
Looking at the nervous little girl in front of him, Rong Yueyuan sighed slightly but had nothing to say, "Come in, I'll give you some medicine."
As expected, you can only selectively believe what this little girl says.
Song Yizhi responded obediently and followed Rong Yueyuan.
inside the house.
Rong Yueyuan dipped some Bailiang Jade paste with his fingertips, and then carefully applied it on the red mark.
The cold plaster was applied to his neck, and Song Yizhi moved uncomfortably.
Rong Yueyuan reached out and clasped the back of Song Yizhi's head to stop her from moving.
While applying the medicine, the man asked in a warm voice, "What did you do to save that half-dragon?"
Song Yizhi is not someone who repays kindness with kindness. The half-dragon made a red mark on her neck. Judging from her temper, the half-dragon should have been strangled to death by her instead of being brought back alive.
"Pity?" Song Yizhi said even uncertainly.
Seeing the half-dragon, she thought of herself back then.
At that time, I had imagined countless times whether someone would rescue me. In fact, it was not necessary to rescue me. It would be good to give myself a happy relief. Unfortunately, there was no one.
Thinking about it carefully, I'm afraid this half-dragon is thinking the same thing.
I can give it a break and free it, but...it's not like I can't save it.
He is a half-dragon after all!
Very valuable!
Rong Yueyuan raised his eyes slightly and met Song Yizhi's gaze.
Song Yizhi breathed softly involuntarily. She looked at the man's deep and gentle eyes, and her hands on her legs nervously rubbed her clothes.
Before she could say anything, she felt a tingling pain in her palms.
Song Yizhi lowered his head and saw that the half-dragon he held in his hand had woken up. Then, the half-dragon that woke up bit his hand.
What's going on?
Farmer and snake?
Mr. Dong Guo and the Wolf?
Song Yizhi looked at the half-dragon biting her thumb with an incomprehensible expression. After a while, she slowly raised her hand and then let go of her other fingers.
The half-dragon's limp body hung in a straight line.
Only after the half-dragon bit it did he realize that the woman had saved him. It wanted to let go, but... it had already bitten Song Yizhi's finger, and blood flowed into his mouth along the fangs. The thick power in the blood swept through his body in an instant.
Its body was filled with unfamiliar power, and it was unable to move for a while.
Looking at the half-dragon that was biting her finger and refusing to let go, Song Yizhi suddenly found joy. She shook her hand, and the half-dragon that hung into a straight line began to sway like fallen leaves in the air.
Seeing that Song Yizhi was not angry but instead entertaining himself, Rong Yueyuan lowered his eyes and continued to apply Bailiangyu ointment on her.
After applying the medicine, Rong Yueyuan wiped the remaining ointment on his hands with a handkerchief, then bent down and sat down.
Song Yizhi raised his hand and poked Banlong's head, then discussed, "How about you let go of me first?"
The half-dragon said nothing.
"This is the compensation given to you by Sect Leader Xu." Rong Yueyuan took out a storage bag and placed it on the table.
When Song Yizhi saw that Banlong didn't respond, he moved his eyes to look at the storage bag on the table.
She took the storage bag and glanced inside it with her consciousness. She withdrew her consciousness and looked at Rong Yueyuan in shock, "Have you emptied out the old people of the Weapon Refining Sect?"
All kinds of ores were shining brightly, and there were a lot of spiritual stones, the light almost blinded her eyes. In addition, there were all kinds of magic weapons.
Is Rong Yueyuan going to wipe out the Weapon Refining Sect?!
"No, although the Weapon Refining Sect is in decline now, a lean camel is bigger than a horse, and the Weapon Refining Sect's heritage is not bad." Rong Yueyuan's calm voice sounded, "This apology was given by Sect Leader Xu on his own initiative.
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Song Yizhi responded, she put away her storage bag, and then looked down at the half-dragon biting her thumb.
"Why don't you let go?" Song Yizhi shook his hand, and then felt that his temper had improved. "If you don't let go, I will pull out your fangs."
When Song Yizhi's voice fell, Banlong still didn't respond.
Just when Song Yizhi was about to take action, the half-dragon digested the power in its blood. It barely controlled its body, retracted its fangs, and then fell straight down.
Song Yizhi quickly caught the half-dragon with quick eyes and hands. She put the half-dragon on the table and then looked at the two small bleeding holes in her hands.
The fangs are so powerful.
However, my own blood should be a great supplement to the half-dragon, but... more than a drop of blood flowed into its mouth. Can it digest it?
Song Yizhi thought for a moment, then saw the half-dragon already entrenched on the table, and closed his eyes.
It looks like it fell into a deep sleep and digested the blood returned to the body and its own blood.
Rong Yueyuan would not care about Banlong's life or death. He took out a bottle of hemostatic herbal powder and took Song Yizhi's hand.
The powder of styptic grass was sprinkled on his hand, which caused slight pain in the wound. Song Yizhi shrank his hand, and the next second, Rong Yueyuan circled his wrist.
After taking the good medicine, Rong Yueyuan said in a warm voice, "Go to rest early."
Song Yizhi nodded, then pulled Rong Yueyuan's sleeve with his wrist and said, "This is my house. Do you want to find a room to rest?"
Rong Yueyuan glanced at Song Yizhi in slight shock.
Her house?
She just arrived in the Refining City and bought a house?
Song Yizhi responded and said, "Go out and turn left. The yard there is empty."
Rong Yueyuan nodded, then stood up and went out, holding the door for Song Yizhi as he left.
After Rong Yueyuan left, Song Yizhi looked at the motionless half-dragon on the table and raised his hand to poke it.
Seeing the half-dragon without any reaction, Song Yizhi pinched a dust-removing formula and lay down to sleep.
The next day.
After sleeping, Song Yizhi felt not very good.
Every time I breathe in, I feel a dull pain in my lungs. Although I took the elixir in time and went to Yaowang Valley to see it, the gap in cultivation is too big and it still takes a few days to recover.
Bei Xianyue and others looked at Song Yizhi's bad expression, and after questioning her, they found out what happened to her last night.
Seeing the worried looks of several people, Song Yizhi said helplessly, "I'm really fine."
Wei Ling frowned and said, "Look at your face, is it okay?"
"I originally planned to call you out to find out the news, but you should stay in the house." After Bei Xianyue finished speaking, she couldn't help but sigh, "You are also in trouble."
One moment, he was kidnapped and choked to death by the followers of the Princess of the Scarlet Dragon Clan, and the other moment, he was captured and beaten to death by the elders of the Weapon Refining Sect.
No wonder she has so many magic weapons. If she had fewer magic weapons, she might have gone to the Palace of Hell to drink tea.
"..." Song Yizhi was unable to refute for a moment. She raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose.
Seeing the two circular wounds on Song Yizhi's thumb, Lu Li asked, "What's wrong with your hand?"
"I was bitten, it's okay." Song Yizhi waved his hand.