Chapter 74 Bloodthirsty Demon "Please come back to the Kingdom of Hades with me and save someone for me." Nalan Zhenqi said sincerely.
Qiao Shuang'er spoke before Liu Mo could answer, "Don't worry, as long as that person is still breathing, Brother Liu Mo will be able to save him. But who is the person you want to save? What does it have to do with you?"
"Shuang'er." Liu Mo stopped and shouted, "These questions are not yours to ask. Don't forget that you can only be in Yuluo Village now. You are not allowed to go anywhere during this period."
"Brother Liumo." Qiao Shuang'er curled her lips, "I feel so bored every day."
A trace of pity emerged from Liu Mo's eyebrows, "Shuang'er, I know you're feeling very uncomfortable, but don't let me worry, okay?"
"Okay." Qiao Shuang'er reluctantly agreed. He couldn't stand Brother Liu Mo's loving eyes, and there was a hint of guilt in his eyes. The next second she looked at Nalan Zhenqi again, "But I will go find you.
You must wait for me."
Nalan Zhenqi smiled and subconsciously looked at Yue Ya, who looked away uncomfortably. The scene of Qiao Shuang'er pestering Nalan Zhenqi really made her feel uncomfortable.
King Junqi didn't say anything, he just looked at Jing Yirong meaningfully and left Yuluo Village. From the beginning to the end, it seemed that he didn't have much passion for Liu Mo's fight.
Xiao Yan's reluctant eyes fell on Yang Feng's back. She was so scared, afraid that they would still be enemies when they met again.
Nalan Zhenqi successfully received Liumo's help, and Jing Yirong and his party sped up to the Kingdom of Hades. Fortunately, they arrived at the palace with three days left before the one-month deadline.
Liu Mo put his hand on Nalan Zhijin's hand, felt his pulse, and then put his hand on his chest and pressed it. It was obviously frozen, but blood was still flowing. Nalan Zhenqi's heart tightened.
, "Stop pressing it, he's bleeding."
Liu Mo turned a deaf ear to Nalan Zhenqi's words. He kept pressing his big palm around the long arrow, and blood continued to flow out.
When Nalan Zhenqi moved, she couldn't help but feel distressed. Yueya immediately reached out and held Nalan Zhenqi's hand. Nalan Zhenqi glanced at Yueya, who shook her head at him, "Don't be too nervous.
Zhijin will be fine."
Nalan Zhenqi nodded with a sad face and held Yue Ya's hand back. It was great to have her by his side at this moment.
Liu Mo finally stopped what he was doing and looked at Jing Yirong, "The arrow shot into his heart. The ice in these days has stopped the flow of his blood. After the seal is lifted, we only have half a stick of incense. But he lost too much blood."
More, I must have enough blood to supply him while I am repairing his heart."
Jing Yirong looked at Liu Mo, he was indeed a strange doctor. Who in this era would think of blood transfusions and heart repair, "I can give him my blood."
"You think it's so easy?" Liu Mo said in a cold tone, "It doesn't just require blood. If your blood is incompatible with his, he will only die faster."
Jing Yirong smiled lightly, how should she explain to Liu Mo that she had type O blood?
Liu Mo continued: "I have done research and found that the blood between brothers is more compatible, so now I am starting to test whether your blood is the same as his, but the testing process is a bit long."
"No need to test," Jing Yirong interrupted Liu Mo, "Since you are a strange doctor and have studied blood, I believe you must understand that there is a kind of person whose blood can be accepted by others. I am that kind of person.
Blood. So there is no need to waste time, my blood will do."
Liu Mo was a little surprised, "Do you know medical skills?"
"Now is not the time to discuss this," Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin, "hurry up and save him is what you should do."
Liu Mo nodded, "Indeed, but there is one condition left. I need a master, a master with deep internal strength. I need him to use his internal strength to support Nalan Zhijin's heart."
"I can." Jing Yirong recommended himself again.
Liu Mo crossed his arms, obviously not believing it, "What I want is a master with deep enough internal strength."
Jing Yirong curled his lips and sneered, picked up a teacup on the table, poured warm water into the teacup, held his inner strength with one hand, and placed the frozen tea in front of Liu Mo, "
I don’t know if this level is enough.”
"That's enough." Liu Mo nodded with satisfaction, "But your body will be weaker after bleeding, so be careful. I don't want you to faint suddenly while I'm saving people."
"You don't need to worry about this." Jing Yirong said coldly.
Xiao Yan looked worried, "Princess, using my blood will take a toll on your physical strength."
"I've made my decision, you don't need to say anything else." Jing Yirong flatly refused. She was the only one here who could be sure that she had type O universal blood. With the ink-flowing test method, she didn't know how long it would take.
Liu Mo ordered Xiao Yan to bring the washbasin, then put the dagger in front of Jing Yirong, "We can start."
Jing Yirong picked up the dagger. This was probably the first time in his life that he had used a dagger to cut himself. He stretched out his arm and got a cut. Blood immediately flowed out of his arm. The bright red blood seemed to be unstoppable. Jing Yirong watched quietly.
Looking at the blood, thinking that they would enter Nalan Zhijin's body, I suddenly had an inexplicable feeling. Not only the emotions, but also the blood seemed to be connected with Nalan Zhijin.
"That's enough." Liu Mo stopped him.
Jing Yirong didn't press the wound and still let it flow, "If it were any more, he would have lost a lot of blood."
"If you continue like this, you will die." Liu Mo grabbed Jing Yirong's arm and rubbed the ointment on Jing Yirong's arm. The long and deep wound that he had just seen stopped bleeding in the next second.
Liu Mo called the witch doctor again and asked them to unblock Zhi Jin's ice.
Nalan Qingyi, Nalan Zhenzhen and others were kicked out, and only Liu Mo and Jing Yirong were left in the room. Liu Mo looked at Jing Yirong, "I won't let you see the whole process of my treatment of him, but you
Make sure your internal strength cannot be broken, otherwise if Nalanzhi's Jin Qi pulse stops, don't call me a weird doctor, even if I am a miracle doctor, I won't be able to save him."
"I know."
Liu Mo helped Nalan Zhijin sit up, Jing Yirong closed his eyes, stretched out his hand and placed it on Nalan Qingyi's back, sending a steady stream of time-warming current into Nalan Zhijin's body.
Jing Yirong no longer knew what she was thinking. She was obviously weak and needed to rest, but she still insisted on using her inner strength to save Nalan Zhijin. She was becoming less and less like herself, and she actually used her own life to save him.
other people.
Time passed little by little. Liu Mo raised his head and saw the cold sweat on Jing Yirong's head. He couldn't help but worry. The longer the time passed, the greater the danger to Jing Yirong. He had to speed up, otherwise Jing Yirong would die after saving Nalan Zhijin.
Clothes and appearance.
Jing Yirong felt that her body was covered with a layer of cold sweat. Her originally warm body became colder and colder. The cold made her almost retract her hand. Now Nalan Zhijin's life was in her hands.
, as long as she shrinks her hand, Nalan Zhijin will probably not be able to survive.
Nalan Zhijin's innocent smile came to mind, thinking of him apologizing to her and carefully asking for peace. It was like a movie playing in her mind, and all the clips of getting along with Nalan Zhijin appeared in her mind, which made her
She couldn't bear to let go, let alone give up Nalan Zhijin's life.
The coldness came bit by bit, and Jing Yirong felt dizzy, as if everything was spinning. The cold feeling seeped from the skin into the blood bit by bit. The temperature of the flowing warm blood slowly dropped, and even the speed of the blood dropped.
It lowered, and her chest became more and more heavy, as if someone had punched her in the heart, making it difficult for her to even breathe.
Liu Mo raised his eyes and saw Jing Yirong's increasingly pale cheeks, "Jing Yirong, if you want to kill me, stop it."
"Leave me alone." Jing Yirong refused decisively, "Your mission is to save Zhi Jin." As he spoke, Jing Yirong felt the taste of blood in his mouth, and blood surged up from his chest and overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
Jing Yirong clearly felt that his energy was getting weaker and weaker.
Liu Mo frowned, this woman was really desperate. If she continued like this, let alone her martial arts skills, she might even lose her life.
The sounds Jing Yirong heard in her mind became smaller and smaller, and the temperature of her body became lower and lower. If it weren't for a little perseverance, she would have fainted.
"Jing Yirong, you don't want your life. I have already said that your life is mine and I can only take it." Suddenly, a warm current rushed into his body from behind, making Jing Yirong feel as if he was breathing fresh air.
.
"Ye Xie Ming." Jing Yirong could feel him without turning around.
Ye Xieming poured his inner strength into Jing Yirong with one hand and held her soaked black hair with the other, "Jing Yirong, do you think I will let you die so easily? But since it was this kid who almost let you die, why not me?"
If you deal with her directly, you won't have to waste any energy."
"You are not allowed to touch him!" Jing Yirong's face was gloomy.
"Jing Yirong, you are risking your life to save him now. I don't know who he will choose between his mother and you." Ye Xieming approached Jing Yirong's ear and said with a deep smile.
Jing Yirong stiffened, "You don't need to take care of my affairs."
Ye Xieming still smiled, "You are the woman that I, Ye Xieming, like. How can I ignore you? I think you also want to know his choice, so why not let me help you."
"What do you want to do?" Jing Yirong was alert.
"What not to do?" Ye Xieming whispered, "I just want to let you know whether it is worth paying so much for this boy. In this world, Jing Yirong, you can only die for me. No one else can think of being so special."
Jing Yirong sneered, "You are delusional. I, Jing Yirong, will not die for anyone. Even today I know that I will not die."
"Do you think you can deceive yourself like this?" Ye Xieming grabbed Jing Yirong's arm and pressed it against her faintly visible scars, "How dare you use your inner strength to protect his heart after bleeding so much."
Ye Xieming's strength was so great that he actually tore the wound that was about to heal open again. Jing Yirong bit her lip. How could the pain of the flesh being torn apart be so unbearable? The blood flowed from it.
Blood flowed from his arm. When Ye Xieming saw the blood, his eyes shone with excitement. He moved forward, lowered his head and sucked Jing Yirong's arm.
"you!"
Ye Xieming was like a wild beast, sucking the blood from Jing Yi's body. He raised his bloody lips. Ye Xieming's lips slowly raised upwards, and his evil eyes were so piercing that people could be beaten all over.
Shivering, "Your blood tastes really good."
"Devil." Jing Yirong paused and could only spit out these two words.
Liu Mo didn't seem to see Ye Xieming's appearance and was only focused on saving Nalan Zhijin. In fact, he had heard from Duan Yuliu that Ye Xieming had taken a liking to the Crown Princess of Ming Kingdom, so he was not concerned about his appearance.