"You have already shouldered enough. Now just have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine. Ten thousand years ago, you could trust the Master. This time, can you trust the Master as well?"
Hot tears welled up in her eyes and soaked Xiyue's hands. At this moment, Xiaonuo could no longer hold back her tears.
During this day and night, she had been holding on, insisting on protecting her master, but seeing people dying one by one and being tortured to death, she really could not hold on any longer.
Now the master is here, and he is still standing in front of her like he did ten thousand years ago. He is still as calm and composed as before, as if nothing can stop him. Great... Master, it's great to have you here.
Xiao Nuo slowly closed his eyes and finally fell into a coma.
Xi Yue fed her a pill, then untied the restraints on Principal Qi and fed him the pill.
Principal Qi just gently called out "Sister Goddess" and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Xi Yue smiled at him and handed the unconscious Xiao Nuo to him.
At this time, Song Zhen had already crawled to Meng Zisu's side. Looking at her broken hand and the scars all over her face, the grown man was at a loss, with tears on his face.
Xi Yue skillfully reconnected Zi Su's broken bones, fed her some medicine, and then put her back into Song Zhen's arms.
Meng Zisu turned her head to look at her, her eyes were red, but her pupils were shining, and she said weakly: "Teacher, we... didn't embarrass you, did we?"
Xi Yue's eyes suddenly became hot and her nose felt sore.
She glanced around and saw that those students who were once full of lively minds were now lying in a pool of blood, dying. She could no longer hear their laughter and playfulness.
She turned her gaze back to the girl whose face was pale with pain, and said in a low, yet clear and firm voice, "No, you are my best students, and I am proud to be your teacher."
Meng Zisu's tears rolled down her eyes, but the most beautiful smile bloomed on her face.
Xi Yue looked at Song Zhen and whispered, "Gather all the injured people in Tianyi Valley who are still breathing and bring them to me. Feed them these potions and keep them alive no matter what."
Song Zhen took the porcelain bottle handed over by Xi Yue, wondering what she wanted to do, but in the end he did not ask anything and just nodded solemnly.
Xi Yue took a deep breath and stood up.
As the expression on her face changed from soft and sad to cold and fierce, the purple vines that were entangled with Yao Yuegong's dying men quickly flew in front of her.
Due to excessive blood loss and severe pain, these people's faces became increasingly pale and gray. Although they were clearly barely breathing, they were all conscious and could neither die nor faint.
The one in the middle is Lu Xuyang wearing a mask.
The purple vines seemed to have sensed Xi Yue's intentions. It pulled out a thin branch from the thick vines and then hit Lu Xuyang hard in the face.
The mask shattered and fell off. Xi Yue saw the face that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Lu Xuyang, it's you!" Her voice was cold and icy, filled with deep hatred.
Seeing this man, she couldn't help but think of the bloody massacre ten years ago that made her fall from heaven to hell.
The beloved husband disappeared without a trace.
Dandan, Xiaochi, Gu Liufeng... all fell into a coma. (To be continued)