Zhuque glared at him hatefully, his voice shrill and piercing: "Qinglong, what are you doing? Do you want that bitch to kill the master? Get out of the way, let me go in and save the master!"
Qinglong's expression did not fluctuate at all, and he said calmly: "My master's order, no matter right or wrong, I will not disobey it."
No matter how Zhuque insulted and screamed, Qinglong was completely unmoved. In addition, he was the most powerful among the few people. Although they were both in the Jindan stage, Zhuque and Baihu combined might not be his opponent, so the few of them stood still at the door of the dormitory.
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Inside the dormitory, Nangong Yu carefully placed He Xi on his bed.
He was a person with mysophobia, and no one was allowed to enter the dormitory except the cleaning servant. No one was allowed to touch his bed or personal belongings.
But now, looking at the blood on He Xi's body staining his bed red, he did not feel the slightest disgust, only a panic-stricken heartache.
His Xier should be unbridled, proud, and cold, and not like now, dying as if she would disappear at any time.
Nangong Yu carefully unbuttoned He Xi's shirt and sprinkled the medicine that Qinglong had just brought in on the hideous wounds.
The medicine in the Pluto's Palace was naturally excellent. As the medicine seeped into the flesh and blood, the wounds from swords and lightning strikes healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, after all the wounds healed, He Xi's breathing became weaker and weaker, and his pale face showed a trace of grayness.
Nangong Yu held her gradually cooling body in his arms, and suddenly a trace of fear surged in his heart.
This was the first time in his life that he felt such emotions, fear, terror, panic... He was afraid that the girl in his arms would leave him and he would never see or touch her again.
He pondered for a moment, finally made up his mind, and took out an antique jade box from the storage ring.
When the jade box was opened, a scorching heat wave hit his face. It was the Yuanyang Fruit that He Xi gave to Nangong Yu.
Compared to the Yuan Yang Fruit a month ago, this Yuan Yang Fruit is still as hot, but the violent fire spiritual power has become gentle and pure, and there are no impurities that are harmful to the human body.
This is the result of Nangong Yu's continuous nurturing of his own body for a month.
But this alone is not enough. Even if the fire spirit power of the Yuan Yang Fruit has been soothed and tempered, He Xi's fragile mortal body will still be devoured and burned by the scorching fire element once he takes the Yuan Yang Fruit. Therefore, it is necessary to have something extremely yin to guide and neutralize it.
Nangong Yu wrapped the Yuan Yang Fruit with his spiritual power, then pinched He Xi's chin and slowly put the Yuan Yang Fruit into her mouth.
As soon as the Yuan Yang Fruit entered his body, He Xi suddenly let out a muffled groan, and his originally pale face instantly turned red and hot.
Seeing the blazing flames spreading from her dantian, about to burn her meridians, flesh and blood, turning her into ashes, Nangong Yu suddenly lowered his head and deeply kissed those rosy lips.
Their lips and teeth were intertwined, their bodies blended together, and gradually a trace of cold blood flowed slowly along the corners of their lips, and fell on Hexi's crystal white collarbone.
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While unconscious, He Xi felt as if his whole body was burning.
Every blood vessel and meridian in the body seemed to be burned red by hot oil. (To be continued)