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At this moment, Yang Xiaole's face was very white, her lips were slightly black, and her body was purple. At this moment, Yang Xiaole's face was very white, and her lips were slightly black, and her body was purple.

Xie Yuan glanced at her and felt a pang of sadness in his heart. He helped her sit beside the rock and whispered, "Little girl, you've been bitten by a poisonous snake. The little coachman was just about to save you, you have to bear with it." Xie Yuan's voice became a little hoarse as he spoke.

"En!" Yang Xiaole nodded and responded. Although the poison was not very deep, her mind had become drowsy and her body could collapse at any moment after being tortured by the poison. If not for her last bit of conviction, she might have been struck by the poison in her heart within a minute.

Xie Yuan gently raised her arm. Using the starlight, he looked around but didn't find any traces of venomous snakes biting at her. He then asked softly, "Miss, where is the wound?"

"Ugh …" Yang Xiaole paused, her face flushed red, she gritted her teeth and mumbled, "He's here …" In … At someone else. I've got it on my left leg! "

It turned out that when Yang Xiaole was sitting on the green rock, she touched the snake's body with her right hand and then alerted the snake, triggering it to open its mouth to bite. At that time, Yang Xiaoliu's body happened to fall forward, exposing his left body to the snake's mouth, which was why he fell on his left leg and was bitten by the snake. But his left leg was under the girl's privacy section, and if a boy saw it, then the girl was the boy's.

But how could Yang Xiaole dare to say such bashful words? At that time, she thought Xie Yuan already knew where she was bitten by the poisonous snake, so he didn't pay much attention. But now, wouldn't it be harder than ascending to heaven if her own wound was on her thigh?

After listening to her lecture for a long time, Xie Yuan realized that the wound was on her thigh. Patting her head, he thought to himself, "How stupid I am. How could I not have thought that I would make that lady feel so embarrassed? I'm so stupid. So stupid. I'm so stupid." But then he thought, "The wound is on my thigh. I can't do this and sully the innocence of a girl, but if I don't do this, her life will be in danger! What do we do now, what half? " He was caught off guard and was sweating profusely.

However, Yang Xiaole's injury did not allow him to think any further. At this time, her poison aura began to gather and her vision started to blur. She began to speak crazily, her head was so dizzy that she could faint at any moment.

Xie Yuan inwardly cried out, "I'm sorry, little miss. Saving a life is better than creating a Seven Annihilations Fortune. Later on, if little miss wants to punish or beat it, little miss can decide." He closed his eyes and came over to untie Yang Xiaole's pants.

Yang Xiaole was wearing a pink dress, which was a tight sweater made of expensive silk. Touching it with her hand would give off a feeling of touching someone's skin.

When Xie Yuan's hand touched Yang Xiaole's body, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, making him involuntarily do the wrong thing. Immediately, he chanted the Buddhist scripture, "The air is the air, the color is the air, the air is the color, the color is the color, the color is the air …" He stretched out his hand to untie Yang Xiaole's pants, only stopping when she was halfway down her knees. After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes and used the starlight to find the place where the venomous snake had bitten him.

The place where the viper bit was now swelled up with black torrents, while the surrounding area was completely covered in black. Xie Yuan took a deep breath, smelling the stench, his mind relaxed as he stopped chanting the Buddhist scripture, thinking, "Miss, I'm sorry, your body is about to be tainted by the little coachman." Think, drop your head, suck the poison from her leg.

Xie Yuan understood that when he was bitten by a poisonous snake, he would suck out the poisonous blood first and then apply some medicinal herbs. But at this moment, where would the medicinal herbs come from? At this time, he could only take out the poison blood first and inject it into her body.

Xie Yuan lowered his head and moved it back and forth on her thigh. After a few hundred rounds, he was so tired that he couldn't even raise his head. However, he still persisted and spat out all the poison after 150 rounds. At some point, Yang Xiaole had fallen asleep and was lying in Xie Yuan's arms.

Xie Yuan pushed her away and helped her put on her clothes. He then looked up at the sky, and a ray of moonlight shone through the gaps in the branches. At this moment, the mountains were completely silent. Only the faint sounds of their breathing could be heard.

Night! It was too quiet!

Xie Yuan placed her flat on the stone and sat beside her. He raised his hands and closed his eyes, gently placing them on her back in accordance with the Zhen Qi healing technique that Le Yigang had just taught him and passed his power to her.

After a while, white smoke rose from their heads. It turned into smoke and surrounded the two of them. From afar, it looked like a cloud in the sky, surrounding the entire pitch-black and silent forest. She looked good in an instant.

At this moment, the night was very quiet, and he could no longer hear the breathing.

Only after an unknown period of time had passed did the white cloud slowly dissipate, revealing two thin figures. Under the faint starlight, they appeared exceptionally desolate.

Xie Yuan slowly withdrew his hands from Yang Xiaole's shoulders, placed them on his lap, and began to meditate next to her. It took a lot of effort to heal someone with this technique. It would take hours for Beauchamp to get back to his original self.

Xie Yuan adjusted his scattered true energy and calmed his mind. Only then did he let out a long breath, thinking to himself, "This little girl took several hours to recover from her injuries, those people must have already found this place. I dare to hurry up and leave before they discover it." He turned around and was about to carry Yang Xiaoliu on his back when he suddenly exclaimed, "Ouch!" He shouted, "Crap, when did this little girl get a high fever?!" The area he reached out his hand to touch was very hot and a few drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. His face was pale, his lips dry, his gums clenched, and he trembled slightly.

Xie Yuan inwardly cursed, 'Not good! The little girl must have caught a cold!' He dared to keep her warm. With that thought, he took off his jacket and put it on her. His clothes were the same as the ones he had worn when he escaped on the Mudslide. There were a few big holes on his clothes after he escaped several times. It was a funny thing to wear on Yang Xiaole.

Xie Yuan was only wearing one set of clothes. Now that he had taken off his clothes and given it to Yang Xiaole, only his broad shoulders were exposed. Under the faint starlight, he looked like a clay sculpture. A faint earthy smell.

Xie Yuan found a dry piece of wood and lit it with a lighter. Carrying Yang Xiaoliu on his back, he groped his way forward.