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"Where's the medicine?"

Su Qingyue looked at the brush dust and didn't say anything.

"Former master, do you really not remember?"

The brush dust wiped the sweat off his forehead.

You don't even remember this?

This is bad, what if this woman doesn't even know how to break the contract?!

The brush dust seemed to have suddenly woken up from its stupor, as it pounded its head in distress.

If she knew what he was thinking, she would be surprised.

How do you know I won't break the contract?

That was just a bluff!

Fang Chen helplessly raised his head to look at the sky and then lowered his head to meet Su Qingyue's dazed little eyes.

Her pitch-black eyes sparkled under the night sky.

Brushwood suddenly had the illusion that he was a bad guy.

Then he seemed to have suddenly thought of something.

Ye Zichen raised his pretty eyebrows and looked straight at Su Qingyue.

The latter was completely stupefied by his gaze.

"Hey, do you know why you haven't had an attack since you were poisoned?"

Brushstroke Chen's gaze slowly turned towards the wound on Su Xianyue's arm.

The wound from the needle was still there, except for a little blood.

Only then did Su Qingyue look at her wound seriously.

It didn't seem to be working up until now. Isn't this poison taking effect a little too long?

Su Qian Yue looked at him with a puzzled expression.

He held his forehead helplessly.

Is this still my arrogant and unruly master?

He clutched his chest in pain, chanting over and over again.

"I chose this foolish master myself. Blame me for being blind!"

After thinking for a long time, he took a deep breath.

After calming himself down, he turned around and smiled at Su Qingyue.

Although it was a bit difficult.

"Your blood is different from other people's blood. Your blood contains the holy light of heaven and earth, so it's a holy treasure, a treasure that can make a dead person's flesh and bones white!"

As he spoke, his tone became more serious, and his tone was filled with helplessness.

"Huh? In other words... I am immune to poisons? "

"Humph!"

He jumped onto the roof and laid down lazily with one hand on his head.

It was unknown when the moon had managed to break free from the cover of the black cloud. A sliver of moonlight penetrated the cloud of mist and landed on the body of the brush that was lying on its side …

It added a touch of gentleness to the youth.

Su Qingyue was not in the mood to appreciate this beautiful scenery.

"Then how can I save her?"

Su Qingyue looked at the Jun Mo Xie, and her cold voice sounded.

Only then did Su Qingyue notice that his eyes were purplish-gold in color.

Due to the fact that there was not even a sliver of moonlight in the sky and land, coupled with the fact that she was in such a situation, Su Qingyue really didn't notice the brush dust in her eyes.

"Just send your blood and spiritual energy into her spirit vein …"

The purplish-gold eyes were filled with disdain. After he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and no longer spoke.

Su Qingyue was too lazy to care about the look in his eyes.

She stared at her arm. Her delicate, white, lotus-like wrist looked so soft under the moonlight.

However, Su Qingyue did not care at all. The Crippling Sun Silver Needle slid down her finger and accurately pierced her middle finger. A drop of blood slowly seeped out.

She also used the setting sun's silver needle to pierce Jun Mo Nian's finger.

According to her understanding, what Pen Chen said was similar to a blood transfusion.

Su Qingyue did not waste any time and carefully sent the medicinal blood into Jun Mo Xie's spiritual vein.

As for the brush, when Su Qingyue cut her finger, the brush had already been staring at Su Qingyue …

When he saw the drop of blood that Su Qingyue had vomited out, his pupils shrank.

You really are her …

After looking at it for a while, the corners of his lips curled up in a charming manner.

"Oh right, just one drop is enough. Your blood is very expensive, don't waste it!" The silkpants voice sounded out slowly.

"I know!" Su Qingyue saw that Jun Mo Xie's face had turned slightly red.

Only then did he let out a light breath.

"Are you worried about her?" As she spoke, a thought appeared in Su Qian Yue's mind.

Is this what it feels like to be worried?

Su Qingyue was said to be cold and merciless in her past life, and she never knew of anyone who was worried about her love affair.

All she knew was that she had completed the mission and … Submit to superior arrangements.

"Bring the green bamboo along …" Su Qingyue used her wood spirit to create a giant flower and placed Jun Mo Xie inside it.

After all, he was so heavily injured, and it was inextricably linked to him.

Ye Zichen looked at Su Qingyue with a confused look in his purple and gold eyes.

"Sometimes... My heart is too soft, the one who is hurt is myself. "

Su Qingyue was silent.

Each of them remained silent for a long time …