Today, Xiaoqing is dressed in light red floral cotton clothes and pink soft shoes on her little feet. She has a pretty face and eyesight.
When she saw Xia Yan was being carried back covered in blood, she didn't lift it up, her eyes darkened and she almost fainted. When Xia Yan was carried into the room, he woke up suddenly, and rushed into Xia Yan's room stepping on a pair of golden lotuses.
Not long after, an old bearded pharmacist came with various special tools, and even the patriarch and several elders followed the pharmacist.
Xiaoqing only saw that Xia Yan's face was pale, and the blood on his chest had already dyed the green clothes black. At that time, Xiaoqing's head was blank, and tears kept falling like broken strings.
She couldn't hear anything from the noisy noise around her, and her mind was full of whether Master Xia Yan would die, who beat Master Xia Yan like this, that person must be a big villain...
"Young master, you have great perseverance..." The pharmacist held five or six small bottles in his left hand, and a handful of silver needles that shone with cold light in his right hand.
"Oh?!" Standing behind the pharmacist, Xia Feilong couldn't help but let out a soft sigh when he heard what the pharmacist said.
"Hehe, this young man has suffered such a serious injury, but there is no expression of pain on his face. I don't believe that such an injury is really painless. This kind of endurance, even if I ask myself, I can't do it myself. The pharmacist blinked, nodded and smiled at Xia Yan.
Xia Feilong laughed, with a look of pride on his face, "Xia Yan, he is the most outstanding child of our Xia family."
Seeing the conversation between the two, Xia Yan couldn't help but part his mouth, "Patriarch, this senior, I'm actually in great pain!"
Hearing what Xia Yan said, Xia Feilong, the pharmacist and several elders all showed a smile in their eyes.
It wasn't until the pharmacist finished treating Xia Yan's wound, and then Xia Feilong asked Xiaoqing to take out a new set of clothes for Xia Yan to put on, that Xiaoqing regained her sanity slightly, her beautiful eyes were still flustered.
Xia Zixin, who was at the side, saw Xiaoqing's distraught appearance, she shook her head lightly, and helped Xiaoqing take out a set of white underwear from the purple wardrobe.
After a while, in the room, the patriarch and others had all left, leaving only Xia Zixin and Xiaoqing.
"Xiaoqing, help me." Xia Zixin waved to Xiaoqing.
Xiaoqing walked up to Xia Zixin, took the hem of the clothes in her hands, and watched Xia Zixin clumsily put the clothes on Xia Yan's body.
Xia Yan was conscious at this time, and after the pharmacist's treatment, Xia Yan's wound stopped bleeding, so it didn't hurt very much. However, it was still a bit difficult for him to stand up and cooperate with Xia Zixin to put on his clothes at this time. The chest pierced brightly by the long sword is not something ordinary people can bear, as long as the chest moves a little, there will be heart-piercing pain.
"Miss Zixin, let me do it!" Xiaoqing said in a low voice, with a look of shame on her face.
Xia Zixin's face was already as red as an apple, and seeing Xia Yan's strong muscles, her heart beat uncontrollably.
Hearing Xiaoqing's voice like a mosquito behind her, Xia Zixin quickly stood up and looked at Xiaoqing.
"Well, this... I'm not familiar with this, Xiaoqing, I'll leave it to you. Xia Yan, take care of yourself, I'll go back first, and I'll come see you tomorrow." Xia Zixin's fair hands didn't know where to put them. Where, he didn't dare to look at Xia Yan, his eyes swept across the room indiscriminately.
Seeing that Xia Zixin seemed a little nervous, Xiaoqing couldn't help but feel a little strange, just now the pharmacist said that Master Xia Yan's life is not in danger...
Xia Yan smiled and said, "Go, Xiaoqing is here."
Xia Zixin let out a 'huh', quickly ran out of the door, and closed the door behind her.
Although she has been Xia Yan's maid for more than a month, Xiaoqing has never changed Xia Yan's clothes, let alone her underwear.
Trembling small hands touched Xia Yan's body, Xia Yan felt that those small hands on her body were extremely cold, and then looked at Xiao Qing's small face, biting her lip, her face was so red as to be seductive, her beautiful eyes purred Turning around.
"Xiaoqing, go out, I'll do it myself." Xia Yan said.
Xiaoqing's face turned pale, and she hurriedly moved her small hands quickly, and said nervously: "How can I do that? Master Xia Yan, you are seriously injured now. Xiaoqing is your maid, let Xiaoqing serve you."
Xia Yan had no choice but to continue to lie still. In fact, Xiaoqing's cold hands kept touching her body, which was very comfortable.
At night, Xia Yan was half lying beside the bed.
Even though he was seriously injured, Xia Yan's cultivation still did not stop. Lingluo's mind is running in his mind, and Xia Yan is still condensing "Sky Feather Spear" at this moment.
At this time, the old man Shenghuang appeared again. Xia Yan felt a sudden wave of energy, so he stopped his mind, opened his eyes, and saw that it was the old man of the Holy Emperor who came out.
Xia Yan smiled lightly, and he knew that the old man Shenghuang would definitely appear today. Sure enough, now the old man Holy Emperor appeared.
The old man Shenghuang walked to the bed and looked at Xia Yan who was lying on the bed and smiling.
"Xia Yan, you are still laughing, today, you almost died, do you know that?!" The old man Shenghuang looked at Xia Yan with an angry tone.
That's right, today, Xia Yan and death just passed by, the distance between them was less than one centimeter.
"I'm not dead yet?!" Xia Yan smiled like a rascal.
He knew that the old man Shenghuang was completely angry because of worry.
"You didn't die this time, but it doesn't mean you won't die next time. Xia Yan, you have to remember, never give up your vigilance in front of your opponent. Even if you don't want to kill him right away, you can't give him your back. You Do you understand?!" The old man Shenghuang's voice became extremely dignified.
Xia Yan also had a serious expression on his face. After returning from the square, Xia Yan had been thinking about it all the time. If he hadn't been careless today, thinking that Xi Qiushui would not attack him again, how could he be almost killed by a sudden sneak attack with his strength
The old man Shenghuang was right, this time he escaped his fate, but next time, it may not be so.
"Well, I see, I will remember it in the future." Xia Yan nodded.
Seeing Xia Yan like this, the old man Shenghuang vented his anger a lot, and his face gradually returned to calm.
"The potion is almost used up, right?!" The old man's eyes flickered.
Xia Yan's heart skipped a beat. Of the twelve bottles of medicine he prepared under the guidance of the old man Shenghuang last time, there was only one bottle left. This bottle was originally supposed to be used today, but now it seems that it will take at least a week to use the last bottle of potion.
"Yes, there is another bottle. My mental strength is much stronger than before. Hehe, the "Sky Feather Spear" has been condensed to more than 30%. When I completely condense the "Sky Feather Spear", Ling Luo The power of the sword is probably stronger than the ordinary secret codes of superior people." Xia Yan is quite satisfied with his cultivation speed.
Especially since using this potion, Xia Yan's mental strength has become more and more tenacious, and Xia Yan himself can clearly feel this change. For example, if he was seriously injured today, if he didn't have the mental strength, Xia Yan might really pass out from the pain. But today, Xia Yan kept his head clear.