"You are indeed here!" Mr. Baicao bent down and helped Jiu'er, who was about to faint, with a look of pity on his face. "What kind of poison did you take!"
She tried her best to open her eyes and saw the blurry face in her sight. The corners of Jiu'er's lips slightly raised, and a touch of lucky joy appeared on her pale, paper-like face.
Mr. Baicao is here, Ning'er, I won't die!
"Ice grass..." He just spat out three words with difficulty, and then he fainted in Mr. Baicao's arms.
He had been relying on his consciousness to keep himself from falling. Now that he saw Mr. Baicao, his energy slackened, and the tight string finally reached its end.
He quickly took out a medicine bottle from his body, poured out the pills from it, picked out a fiery red pill and fed it into Jiu'er's mouth. He placed his palm on his chest and used his inner strength to help Jiu'er lift up for a moment, and then pointed at his chest again.
Feeling that his wrist pulse had stabilized, Mr. Baicao breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to stand up with Jiu'er in his arms, Jiu'er trembled slightly in his arms. He didn't even open his eyes, but just murmured in his mouth, "Don't... let people know that I... am... injured... take my order... my order."
The order was issued to seal off the whole... the whole city... to search for... Duan... Duan Linfeng and others... and others..."
Mr. Baicao wanted to talk to him again, but after Jiuer said this sentence intermittently, he fainted again.
Looking at his side face lying on his arms, Mr. Baicao just shook his head and sighed, "You can still say these words even though you are already unconscious. Am I the miracle of love?!"
After thinking about it, he finally reached out to Jiu'er and found the golden dragon tablet that said "I am here in person". He carried Jiuer back to the secret passage and turned the mechanism to restore the stone door. Mr. Baicao took a look at the golden dragon tablet in his hand, and then
It was a long sigh, "Forget it, for your family of three, I, the 'Golden Finger Old Man', will reappear in the world!"
Raising his hand to tear off the old bamboo hat on his head, Mr. Baicao raised his hand to grab his face at will, and pulled off a yellowed human skin mask from his face. His body, which had always been hunched over, straightened up in an instant.
He is not an old man at all. Looking at his face, he looks like he is only in his fifties. His face is slightly pale because he has not seen the sun for a long time, but he cannot hide the heroic spirit between his eyebrows. It is not difficult to imagine that he is twenty or thirty years old.
Year, what kind of grace will this face look like?!
After walking slowly behind the water curtain, Mr. Baicao took a deep breath, and finally flew out of the water curtain without hesitation.