Standing next to Xuanwu was a young man dressed in moon-white brocade. His features were clear and handsome, but his expression seemed to be mixed with ice, and his whole body exuded an aura of "keep away from strangers".
He Xi had a vague intuition that this person was stronger than Qinglong, and had a very cold and unruly personality, but he didn't know who he was.
When her eyes fell on the third person, she was slightly startled. She had actually seen this person before, and she had a faint impression of him. It was Wu Yu, who hosted the auction at Taotie Pavilion.
Wu Yu saw her looking at him, and he curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly. His eyes were deep and dark, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Seeing Hexi coming, Qinglong didn't even bother to greet him and said directly: "Come in with me."
The door of the room was pushed open in an instant, and He Xi followed in. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a rolling heat wave coming towards him.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He Xi frowned and quickly used a trace of water spiritual power to resist. Only then did he feel much more comfortable.
Seeing the pure spiritual power emanating from her body, Qinglong was slightly surprised and explained, "The cold poison in the master's body has begun to invade the lungs. We have tried our best to suppress it, but to little avail."
As soon as I turned the corner, a huge bed came into view. Smoke was rising above the bed and the temperature was getting higher and higher. Lying in the smoke was Nangong Yu.
The first time he saw Nangong Yu, He Xi's pupils suddenly contracted.
The man on the bed was only wearing a white silk undergarment, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes were closed. From a distance, his handsome face looked like a jade sculpture. Although the room was burning hot, there was no trace of blood on his face. Instead, it was as pale as if it was frozen transparently.
He Xi had never seen Nangong Yu like this before.
In her impression, Nangong Yu was always elegant, evil, rogue, and unbridled, but at this moment, Nangong Yu looked so fragile, as if he would break at the slightest touch.
Without waiting for Qinglong to call out, He Xi quickly walked forward and grabbed Nangong Yu's wrist.
So cold! He Xi's hand trembled slightly. She was clearly holding a human wrist, but the touch felt like holding a piece of cold jade just taken out of the refrigerator. And this kind of coldness, when touched, had the illusion that it would penetrate into one's bones.
He Xi calmed his mind, slowly infiltrated the spiritual power into his pulse, and began to circulate throughout his body.
A stick of incense passed, and Hexi still maintained this posture, but his brows were getting more and more furrowed.
Qinglong was extremely anxious watching from the side and wanted to interrupt Hexi several times to ask about her master's condition, but he was afraid of disturbing her treatment and being bad for her master.
Just when his patience almost reached its limit, He Xi finally slowly let go of his hand, but his frowning brows remained unchanged.
Qinglong asked hurriedly: "How is the master? Can he be cured?"
If even Xi Yue, the genius doctor who cured Ouyang Haoxuan, was helpless, they could only seek help from Elder Cheng of the Medical Association, who was Zhuque's master. But in this way, the master's condition would be known to others, and by then, the Pluto Palace would no longer be able to maintain such a transcendent position. The master might also bring about a greater disaster.
Thinking of this, Qinglong clenched his sword tightly, and looked at Hexi with a hint of expectation. (To be continued)