"Grandpa Di, how is the poison on my body?"
With a look of worry hidden in his eyes, Xie Yuan asked the old man who was taking his pulse softly.
"Congratulations, young master, most of the poison in your body has been eliminated."
The old man withdrew his hand, touched his gray beard as usual, and replied very kindly.
Di Jiang is worthy of his reputation as a medical fairy, and his medical skills are very good. In the past two years, the antidote he dispensed to Xie Yuan has become more effective each time, but this method of fighting poison with poison is not a long-term solution. The toxins accumulate more and more, and sooner or later the body will not be able to bear it and will explode completely.
The wind was whistling outside the window, the door frame was clattering from time to time, and while the candle was flickering, Xie Yuan lowered his eyes silently, "I don't know what's going on, I've been feeling stuffy lately, and sometimes I can't breathe.
Having said that, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was awkward: "Do you think I will not be able to wake up one day?"
The old man was a little silent.
The medicines he used were all potent aphrodisiacs, and he couldn't tell what side effects there would be.
The young man's soft voice came from his ears: "It's okay to die. I feel sick every time I look at such a mutilated body."
"Young master, don't say that."
Hearing the meaning of seeking death expressed in Xie Yuan's words, Di Jiang was startled and let out a trembling voice.
The teenager raised his head and smiled without emotion, "Don't worry, I won't do stupid things."
How could he be willing to die without repaying his pain to his master.
***
With the treasure map given by Yin Ruoyu, Chen Heng has been recruiting troops and horses continuously in the past two years, and the power of the Blood Nether Palace in the rivers and lakes has become more and more powerful, almost to the point of being frightening. He methodically expanded the territory of the possessed religion, and under his leadership, the Palace of Blood Hades reached unprecedented heights.
Perhaps the methods of the Blood Underworld Palace were too brutal and bloody, and the decent people who had been suppressed all along began to unite to discuss the grand plan of eliminating demons.
Of course Chen Heng knew their plans, but he was always arrogant, and he didn't care about those little ones at all.
What he cares most about now is the antidote for Meigu.
Xie Yuan and Bai Qing are already seventeen this year, and in another year, his charisma will break out.
For the past two years, Chen Heng has been shutting himself up in the study, devoting himself to studying medical books every day. Seeing that the antidote is about to be developed, he deviates from the last one.
To say that this last medicinal herb is not a rare and exotic herb, but for him, it is rare.
Legend has it that the founder of the Rakshasa Sect invented the perverted poison, Meigu, to punish the unscrupulous person who abandoned him. This inherited his poison full of resentment and curse. If you want to resolve it, you need to truly love him. The blood of people's hearts comes to medicine.
Of course, legends are legends after all, and no one knows if they are true or not.
Chen Heng couldn't wait that long, he was going to be poisoned in a year, and he didn't want to end up like Xiao Wulin.
Therefore, whether the legend is true or not, he has to give it a try.
Three days later, the news that the leader of the demon sect was terminally ill spread like wildfire, and disciples of the demon sect came to see him one after another. Chen Heng was not seen, so he hired Bai Qing to enter the house alone.
As soon as Bai Qing entered the room, he threw himself on the head of the man's bed, looking at the man who used to be in good spirits lying on the bed at this moment, his face pale, his pupils gray, and the tears in the eyes of the boy were unsatisfactory. He came up and called out in a trembling voice, "Master, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
Chen Heng deliberately used his internal strength to suppress several large acupoints all over his body, creating the illusion that he was about to die soon. Facing the worried and frightened eyes of the young man, he pulled his pale and ragged lips, and comforted with a hoarse voice.
Biting his lip and shaking his head vigorously, tears unknowingly wet his cheeks, Bai Qing buried his face in the man's neck and cried out, "You were fine a few days ago, it's only been a few days, you How did it become like this?"
Chen Heng shrank his neck subconsciously, and the hot tears of the boy splashed on his skin. The feeling was very strange, as if the residual warmth of the tears could be conveyed to the bottom of his heart along the veins of his body.
Abandoning the strange feeling in his heart, the man raised his hand and stroked Bai Qing's blue silk pretending to be struggling, his voice becoming softer and softer: "Don't cry."
Bai Qing didn't raise his face, as if doing so would not let the man know that he was crying.
He sniffed, and his voice was hoarse: "Master, promise me to live well." After a pause, he hugged the man's waist tightly, and said hoarsely: "You said that when I was eighteen, I would be beautiful. It's been a year since I was greeted by the light, and the master can't speak."
Of course Chen Heng will not forget such an important thing, he still wants to appreciate Bai Qing's painful appearance at that time.
But now, Chen Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the fleeting light in his eyes, he stopped stroking Bai Qing's hair, "I must live a long life as a teacher, so that I can be with me. Qing'er will always be together."
Speaking of numb words, Chen Heng's face was expressionless, but his voice was soft and soft, "Qing'er, this disease for my teacher is very strange, only you can save me."
Bai Qing suddenly raised his face and widened his tears-soaked eyes, "As long as I can save the master, I can do whatever I want."
"Is anything really possible?"
Chen Heng's face was still pale, but there was a hint of sweet and bewitching breath in his eyes. He stretched out his white index finger without a trace of blood, and slid down Bai Qing's collarbone, and finally stopped at his heart. .
The ambiguous behavior made Bai Qing feel a little helpless, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he swallowed, "Well, anything is fine."
Chen Heng listened and smiled slightly.
"Good boy." With his fingertips lightly touching the boy's heart, Chen Heng said meaningfully, "What if I kill you?"
A moment of blankness flashed in his eyes, Bai Qing's lips parted slightly, "As long as the master can be saved, the disciple is willing to die for the master."
I want to die for him.
It seems that Bai Qing really likes him.
Chen Heng smiled with satisfaction, "I really didn't hurt you for nothing."
***
The boy lay on his back on the soft big bed, the clothes on his chest were open, the coolness of late autumn hit, and fine particles gradually floated on the snow-white skin.
Chen Heng glanced at Bai Qing, holding a sharp dagger firmly in his hand.
"Don't be afraid, it's over."
"Um."
Bai Qing nodded with a fearless look in his eyes.
He was just a little nervous.
Chen Heng had already roasted the knife on the fire and sterilized it in advance. At this moment, the silver-white blade in his hand exuded a slight chill, which seemed a bit permeating under the moonlight. He slowly walked towards Bai Qing on the bed, and when he was in front of him, he aimed the blade at Bai Qing's heart, "It may hurt a little."
"Even if the master cuts the knife, the disciple will endure it."
After all, Bai Qing slowly closed his eyes.
Chen Heng was not polite, raised the knife in his hand, and ruthlessly gouged the dagger into it.
"Hmm!" A muffled groan overflowed from the boy's mouth.
The man patronized to pick up the blood, but he didn't care about him. After a while, the air was filled with the sticky smell of blood.
Due to excessive blood loss, Bai Qing's face was as pale as paper, and he felt dizzy in his mind. He was stunned for a moment, then blinked subconsciously, and when he opened it again, he saw the familiar gentle smile of the master showing him again.
It must have been an illusion just now.
How could the master look at him with the same cold eyes as he looks at a stranger.
Thinking like this, he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Master, is the blood... enough?"
Chen Heng glanced at the blood in the bowl and said softly to Bai Qing, "Enough."
After helping Bai Qing bandage the wound and tuck in the quilt, the man gently ordered him to rest on the bed. Bai Qing was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes, so he could only nod his head in a daze and say ok. .
When Bai Qing fell asleep on his bed, Chen Heng turned around and left the room without hesitation, holding the half bowl of blood.
What he didn't know was that not long after he left, a figure slipped in silently.
Xie Yuan fell silently beside the bed, his eyes fixed on Bai Qing who was in a coma, his dark eyes were darker than the night, and there were countless dark surges in them. Bai Qing had fainted early because of excessive blood loss, so he didn't know that danger was coming quietly.
This is a good opportunity.
Xie Yuan stood at the head of the bed and watched for a while, and finally couldn't help but stretch out his hand towards Bai Qing...
At the same time, as soon as Chen Heng got the last pair of medicine leads, he couldn't wait to come to the pharmacy, opened the dark cabinet on the table, and took out a wooden box with intricately carved patterns. He took out a crystal clear glazed porcelain bottle from the wooden box and poured the fresh blood into it. At the end, he shook the bottle slightly and mixed the medicinal liquid with the blood.
When he felt that it was almost the same, he opened the cork and poured it into his stomach without hesitation with the choking bloody smell.
After taking the antidote, Chen Heng was not in a hurry to return to the room, but waited in the pharmacy for a while. A person who has been hit by a charm bone will have a mark in the shape of a plum blossom on his shoulder. He just wants to see if this mark will disappear to determine whether the antidote is effective.
However, to his disappointment, the plum blossom did not completely disappear, and the last two petals remained on his shoulders.
Why is this happening
Chen Heng was a little stunned for a while.
He was prepared for failure in advance, but he did not expect to encounter such a situation. The antidote he dispensed was the result of his careful research and development over the years, and there was absolutely no chance that something could go wrong. Only Bai Qing's efforts were not within his expectations.
Could it be that Bai Qing doesn't love him
Impossible, Chen Heng quickly denied this guess, because if Bai Qing didn't love him, the imprint of the plum blossom would not be less than a single petal.
Just as Chen Hengxiang was gradually fascinated, a sharp pain suddenly came from his heart.