This is a symptom of a toxin attack!
Miao Yixiong was full of anxiety, and held Miao Rongrong's hand with one hand.
Because of the severe pain all over his body, it was as if thousands of sharp knives were cutting his body fiercely.
He had a high fever again and completely lost consciousness.
Miao Rongrong exhausted all her strength and grabbed Miao Yixiong's hand tightly.
Miao Yixiong's face twitched.
He didn't struggle, and let Miao Rongrong hold his hand, and with a tense voice, he said with pain: "Rongrong, hold on, Zhengwei will beg Miss Ye over immediately, and the antidote will come soon." It's...you hold back..."
Deep in the lowered eyelids, there was a gloomy look.
But Miao Rongrong couldn't hear his voice.
The body convulsed by the pain was as stiff as a ghost, extremely terrifying.
Miao Yixiong was caught in so much pain that he couldn't stand it. With all his strength, he struggled to free Miao Rongrong's hand, and immediately turned around: "I'm going to check on Zhengwei's situation, Rongrong, you..."
Turning around, when he saw the two people behind him, his expression suddenly changed.
He widened his eyes, ecstatic: "Emperor, Lord Emperor... Miss Ye, you, you are here..."
He seemed to be excited, trembling all over, staring straight at the two people in front of him with uncontrollable excitement and joy.
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly.
Miao Yixiong's performance was too exaggerated.
It was an exaggeration, but she had some doubts about Miao Yixiong.
Or rather...
If Miao Yixiong is really as he has shown, then he cares about Miao Rongrong.
The first reaction when seeing them should be to beg her to detoxify Miao Rongrong.
Instead of standing here, watching them ecstatically.
It seems that she has completely forgotten her "distressed" daughter and is still suffering.
Di Moxuan slightly retracted Ye Qingluo's hand, his eyes passed Miao Yixiong, and fell on Miao Rongrong.
Only then did Miao Yixiong react, and rushed towards Ye Qingluo: "Miss Ye, save Rongrong, her antidote... her antidote has been eaten... please give her the antidote..."
He was just about to jump forward.
Not within three steps of Ye Qingluo.
A ray of purple light flashed past his eyes.
A powerful profound force blocked his footsteps.
Di Moxuan's purple robe fluttered, his cold eyes stared at Miao Yixiong without any warmth.
Miao Yixiong felt cold all over his body, and his feet dared not take another step forward.
"Miao Rongrong isn't dead yet." Ye Qingluo smiled and looked at the distorted person on the bed, "Why does Patriarch Miao think that I will give her the antidote?"
As soon as the words were finished, Ye Qingluo looked at Miao Rongrong's eyes, and there was a slight flicker.
With her small hand, she pulled the robe around Di Moxuan's waist imperceptibly.
He lowered his eyes.
She looks up.
The four eyes meet, conveying a message.
If you read it correctly...
She was teasing Miao Rongrong just now when she was still alive...
Miao Rongrong's curled fingers seemed to gain strength suddenly, and they clenched tightly into fists.
Di Moxuan nodded slightly.
At this moment, Miao Yixiong suddenly knelt down in front of the two of them, his face full of guilt and pleading, like a father...for his own daughter, regardless of self-esteem and face.
"Miss Ye... don't you need Rongrong to do things for you? As long as you are willing to save her, as long as she is alive... I promise you as the patriarch of the Miao tribe, let Rongrong help you... I will do my best to help you..."
"Ah… "
Ye Qingluo snorted slightly, his eyes full of sarcasm: "Yes, I really need Miao Rongrong to do something for me... But, your daughter is not obedient."