Nangong Yu's eyes were filled with tenderness and sweetness: He knew that he couldn't tell the secret to others, but he told it to himself easily!
You little thing who says one thing and thinks another, and you dare to say that you don’t like me!
He Xi checked Nangong Yu's body again to make sure there was no problem. He left him a few bottles of spiritual spring water before calling Qinglong in.
This time, Qinglong confirmed once again that Nangong Yu was safe and would recover in three days. He was overjoyed and looked at He Xi with awe and gratitude in his eyes, no longer with his previous vigilance.
After He Xi explained some precautions, she was about to leave, but Nangong Yu grabbed her hand with a sad expression as if he was about to be abandoned.
He Xi was so upset that she repeatedly expressed that she would come again tomorrow. Only then did Nangong Yu reluctantly let go and let her leave.
While Qinglong followed Hexi to see her out, he secretly glanced at his master who had regained his calm and unfathomable expression. When comparing his appearance just now, he couldn't help but shudder all over.
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As soon as Hexi and Qinglong walked out of Nangong Yu's bedroom, they saw Baihu, Wuxin, Zhuque and others waiting anxiously outside the gate.
Because he had consumed too much spiritual energy while treating Nangong Yu, and because he had just returned from a hot place to a cool place, the blood color on He Xi's face quickly faded, becoming a little pale, and there was obvious fatigue on his face.
When Zhuque saw her haggard appearance, he was immediately overjoyed, thinking that he had definitely won. He glared at Qinglong and shouted, "Qinglong, is this woman simply incapable of curing the master? Now the master's treatment time has been delayed and his body has been damaged. Can you afford such consequences?"
Qinglong narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at Zhuque with disgust in his eyes, but he always lacked expression, so outsiders could not tell the truth from his expression, "Zhuque, do you really hope that the princess can't cure the prince? In your eyes, the safety of the master is not as important as your dirty thoughts?"
"Stop slandering me!" Zhuque screamed and growled, "It was you who trusted this bitch and put the master in danger. You even called this bitch princess. Were you attracted by her beauty and seduced by her to the point of losing your mind?"
Qinglong's eyes suddenly burst out with cold spiritual power, and the sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed, slashing fiercely at Zhuque.
Suzaku only felt a huge spiritual pressure coming at her, like a mountain pressing down on her, causing her knees to slam to the ground, causing her to spit out blood and her face to turn pale.
"You...you..." Zhuque's voice trembled, blood foamed at the mouth, but he could no longer utter a complete sentence.
Wuxin walked forward and asked anxiously, "What happened to the master?"
Qinglong glanced at He Xi, who seemed to be smiling, and then said calmly: "The master has woken up and will be fully recovered in three days. This is what I just confirmed with the master."
When Wuxin and the others heard this, they immediately showed expressions of relief, and their tense nerves relaxed instantly.
Although the master is only a young man of twenty, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the son or nephew of them who have lived for dozens of years. However, over the years, the master has used his unparalleled strength and wisdom to become the backbone of Iron Qilin and the Hades Palace. Without the master, they will be like headless flies who have lost their direction and don't know what to do. (To be continued)