It’s poisonous!
Damn it, I was so absorbed in looking at her that I completely forgot about the time when I was poisoned!
Namco gritted his teeth to prevent himself from humming. He wanted to mobilize his internal strength to fight the cold current in his body, but he was getting colder and colder. The blood in his body seemed to have turned to ice, and his limbs were stiff and numb.
Finally, he fell down like a stone statue with a bang.
"Namtso! What's wrong with you?"
Hearing the sound of him falling, Shen Ning suddenly came back to her senses and found that he fell on the stone, his whole body curled up in a ball, trembling non-stop, and his face always had a sunny smile. Becomes pale and bloodless, lips turn purple.
"Cold... cluck... cold..." Namco's teeth chattered from the cold, and his hair was actually covered with a layer of white frost.
Shen Ning immediately understood that he was suffering from a poisonous attack in his body.
She frowned immediately.
There is no cure for this angel's horn. The only way to delay the onset of his poison is to soak in hot springs.
Only the sulfur-containing hot springs could make the frozen blood in his body flow again.
But now on the top of this mountain, where can we find hot springs
"Namtso! Namtso!" She squatted beside him and shouted. She saw that his originally bright eyes had dimmed, and his lips were bitten by himself, causing blood to flow.
She touched it lightly and felt that the blood was cold. When she was next to him, she felt a wave of cold air coming towards her.
She took off her cloak and wrapped it around him, but it was of no use to him. The cold was radiating from his bones.
"Namtso, tell me, besides hot springs, is there any way to reduce your toxicity?" She shouted loudly in his ear, because she was not sure whether he was sane.
His eyes seemed to have stopped moving, and his whole body curled up into a ball, like a figure carved from ice, with even a thin layer of ice forming on his clothes.
The more she watched, the more frightened she became. She had never thought that the angel's trumpet attack could be so powerful.
"..." He moved his lips, his tongue was stiff, and he spat out an indistinct word.
She looked at the shape of his lips and nodded in understanding.
What he said was: blood!
Without any hesitation, she pulled out the scimitar from his waist and scratched her left wrist, causing blood to gush out immediately.
"Drink, drink quickly!" She put the wound on her wrist to his lips, and the hot blood flowed into his mouth.
Namtso's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at her for a moment.
The hot blood flowed down his throat and into his abdomen, and he felt a warm warmth in his body. As the blood increased, his body became warmer and warmer.
"Enough...enough..." He wanted to say enough, but his words were unclear.
Seeing that the blood from the wound was gradually solidifying, she cut her right wrist again and continued to feed him blood.
Namco closed his eyes and took a slow breath. The true energy in his body slowly circulated, sending the warmth to his limbs. Gradually, he no longer felt cold, and his cold and stiff limbs became softer. .
Suddenly, he jumped up from the ground and let out a clear whistle. He felt that his whole body was full of energy and vitality again.
However, he knew that this was only temporary. The hot blood he drank could only suppress the cold poison for about half an hour. He had to soak in the hot springs to control the poison.
But the half hour she fought for him was enough.