C7 Treatment

"Meow, why are you asking so much? What does it have to do with you?" Eight-Tailed snorted coldly. Only now did Hee Nai realize that he had asked too many questions. After all, they were not very familiar with each other. There was no need for others to tell him everything.

"Ah, sorry, I have offended you. " Hee Nai said awkwardly and did not continue to hold on to the questions. Zhao Yun heaved a sigh of relief. It was good that he did not know anything anyway. It would save him some trouble if he said less.

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The group of people finally arrived at the end of the tunnel. Just as the eight tails had said, there was an empty tomb chamber at the end. There was only one path that led to the center of the tunnel. The other places were full of dark green corpse water, and that path was cut off.

"How ruthless. If we lose our footing and fall, there will be no bones left. . . " Mu Feng stood on the shore and sighed. "Even if we are lucky enough to climb up, we will definitely lose a layer of skin. Tsk, General Zhao, was this tomb designed by you?"

"Brother, there's no need to be polite. Just call me Long. Actually, that's not the case. I don't know about this. " Zhao Yun shook his head. His heroic and imposing sword-shaped eyebrows were tightly knitted together. His life was simple, and he could only live a peaceful life. How could he have the mood to design a mausoleum?

Mu Feng suddenly patted Zhao Yun's chest and said in a carefree manner, "If that's the case. . . Ziloong, you don't have to be so polite. My name is Mu Feng. These two are my disciples, and one is called Wang Chuan. The other is called Hee Nai, but I don't know about the one on your back. I don't know this kid either. My disciple said that he was picked up in the tomb. Anyway, Ziloong, you are alone. A corpse isn't a burden. I'll leave this kid to you to take care of. "

Mu Feng and Zhao Yun had just gotten close to each other. He immediately cut off his relationship with Xia Mingyu and sold it to Zhao Yun. Wang Chuan and Hee Nai both blushed with shame. Sure enough, he was a troublesome master, but was he really a real man?

Wang Chuan carefully stepped onto the stone platform and dispelled Mu Feng's thoughts. "Master, this won't do. Not to mention that Mr Zhao was a person from a thousand years ago who didn't know how to appear in the world, even if we go out and send him to the hospital, Mr Zhao wouldn't know those rules. We can't shirk the responsibility. "

"That's right, Master. If we don't do anything about it, it will cause unnecessary trouble if someone dies. "

While they were talking, they went up the spiral staircase. After passing through the staircase, they turned left and entered a gloomy and dark path. This path was extremely narrow, and only one person could pass through it. In order to ensure the safety of Zhao Yun and Xia Mingyu, Wang Chuan deliberately walked at the back, while Mu Feng and Hee Nai were at the front left.

Zhao Yun turned around and looked at Xia Mingyu, who was still unconscious. The young man's dark brown short hair was sticking to his forehead, and his body felt cold because of the water. However, his body temperature was still higher than Zhao Yun's zombie body temperature. He was injured and soaked in water. At this moment, his face was red, as if he had a high fever.

"Oh. . . Brother. . . Save me. . . " The young man's unique voice had a bit of nasal sound. His tail tone was slightly trembling, helpless and uneasy. His long eyelashes fluttered twice, and a drop of tears suddenly fell from the corner of his eyes. Combined with his delicate and pretty face, it gave him a kind of sick beauty.

Zhao Yun's heart softened. He stopped walking and changed the way he carried Xia Mingyu on his back to a princess. Wang Chuan, who was behind him, did not know what he was doing, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I have a fever. . . " Zhao Yun put his hand on Xia Mingyu's forehead. The temperature in his palm was a little high, which made him worried. Wang Chuan also reached out his hand and found that Xia Mingyu did have a fever. He quickly took the cold medicine from his backpack. Luckily he was prepared. If he gave it to Mu Feng, Xia Mingyu would definitely die from a fever.

After giving Xia Mingyu some water, Wang Chuan put the cold medicine into his mouth, but he could not swallow it. Xia Mingyu was a little stunned. Not only did he spit out the medicine, but he also took a bite of Wang Chuan.

His teeth were not light, but he also licked his index finger with his soft tongue. Wang Chuan was like a lightning strike, petrified on the spot. He looked at his hands blankly. His eight tails quietly closed into ten claws. "Amitabha. " "Miaomiao, Amitabha. It's good. Almsgiver, you have a good journey ahead of you. "

When Mu Feng saw Wang Chuan's expression, he laughed even more heartlessly. Only Zhao Yun didn't know why Wang Chuan froze. Instead, he had a blank expression on his face. Hee Nai, however, became anxious. "Ah! What should he do? He can't swallow it. His fever is getting higher and higher. "

" What can we do then? It's just that he can't swallow it himself. Hey, that cat, aren't you an eight-tailed cat demon? Don't tell me you don't even know any magic? Isn't it easy to cure it with magic?"

Mu Feng saw that the three of them had stopped, so he had no choice but to stop. He heard the whistling sound coming from behind him, just like the sound of the wind blowing past the cave entrance. But it was different, because the Yin Qi in the Zhu Yin / Dao was getting heavier and heavier. They did not have torches, only torchlights. They could not warm themselves either. When the wind blew, It was a little cold.

Eight-Tailed snorted in disdain. "Meow. How can my magic be used on such a small matter like treating illnesses? Besides, I don't want to save people. . . "

The last sentence became lower and lower. Because Eight Tail was stared at by Zhao Yun in an instant, the hairs on his back stood up. Mu Feng said with a gloating tone, "Tsk tsk. As the saying goes, saving a person's life is better than building a seven-storied pagoda. How can a cat like you not understand? No wonder you haven't cultivated into a human body even after cultivating for so long. "

The eight-tailed cat's hair stood on end. Meow! Whether I cultivate the human body or not is my business. I don't need you to care!"

"Eighteen, save him. " Zhao Yun lowered his voice and scolded. Eight Tail immediately felt wronged. "Master, I don't want to. We are not familiar with this kid. Why should we save him?"

"I am the one who hurt him, and you are the one who harmed him. He is innocent, so how can we not save him?"

Eight Tail curled his lips. Seriously, Master always used great principles to suppress him. Even though this kid is quite handsome, Master, you can't be seduced by his beauty either! [Aryou?] Hmph, FEMALE, brat, just you wait. In the future, you'll have to bear the consequences!

Eight tails unwillingly stretched out. The black cat tail poked a few points between Xia Mingyu's eyebrows. The tip of the tail flashed with a blue light. Not long after, Xia Mingyu's face turned red and his breathing became much more relaxed. However, his shoulder was still bleeding.

Seeing the eight-tailed cat cast a spell, Mu Feng rolled his eyes and decided to strike while the iron was hot. "Save him until the end. Send Buddha to the west. Why don't you treat his injuries as well? I'm afraid he won't be able to make it out of his grave. "

Eight-Tailed rolled his eyes. Although he was very unhappy, due to his master's divine might, he still managed to treat the injury on Xia Mingyu's shoulder. However, Xia Mingyu's lips were still pale. He probably lost too much blood, and he couldn't use magic to recover from it in a short period of time.

"Sigh, I didn't say earlier that I knew magic. I thought he was dead for sure. I was scared to death. " Hee Nai patted his chest and looked like he was still in shock. Then, he smiled comfortably. "This is good. We don't have to worry about anything happening to him. We don't have to run away in such a hurry. "

"Um. . . " Wang Chuan was still a little embarrassed, so he only answered in a low voice. The few of them continued to walk forward.