"What are you doing!" Madam Mu rushed up to pull Su Luo away!
But at this moment, Su Luo's face was cold, looking directly at Mrs. Mu and her voice was icy: "If you don't want him to die, come and help!"
Madam Mu looked at Su Luo's eyes, and for some reason, she felt awe in her heart for a while, and an inexplicable sense of awe arose spontaneously.
Even seeing the senior senior brother... I don't have such a sense of awe.
The blood from Mu Wuji's wounds rushed to the roof!
The scene was extremely horrific.
Mrs. Mu's legs were weak and she almost fainted.
"Press the wound." Su Luo took a step back, took out a white mass and placed it on Mu Wuji's chest, motioning for Madam Mu to press it.
Mrs. Mu didn't know what was wrong with herself... She obeyed Su Luo's words and did it.
Li Zixing: "Uncle Eighth, you..."
Mrs. Mu and Mu Wuji were brothers and sisters from the same sect. Mrs. Mu was ranked eighth, so Li Zixing called her the eighth uncle.
Before Mrs. Mu could speak, Su Luo began to prick the needle along the wound.
Su Luo's needle movement was extremely fast, so fast that it was almost impossible for people to react.
"You can move it away." Su Luo said to Madam Mu.
Mrs. Mu: "Oh, oh oh..."
She released her hand and stepped aside... Those eyes were fixed on Mu Wuji from beginning to end.
She has a very good relationship with Mu Wuji, as she said, if Mu Wuji dies, she will not live alone.
On the side, Mu Jingyan's heart was beating wildly, and his eyes were fixed on Su Luo.
Is there any hope
Is there really hope
Mu Jingyan didn't dare to let out the air.
Li Zixing, who was on the side, muttered: "His technique is too rough, right? How can he sew it up? Leave the wound in the heart alone? Let it bleed? This is not right at all!"
Mu Jingyan panicked: "Is this really not possible?"
Li Zixing said angrily: "Brother, this is common sense! You have an inner injury, and as a result, you sutured the outer wound. Do you think it works or not?"
Mu Jing said: "Yes, yes..."
He was speechless.
But at this moment...
However, Su Luo stuffed a fiery red pill into the mouth of Mu Wuji's heart.
"What is that?" Mu Jingyan was surprised.
Su Luo naturally wouldn't tell him that it was a god-level medicinal pill, an artifact specially designed to treat trauma.
After Su Luo sutured the wound, she stood up lightly and said, "Okay."
"What is good? Where is it? My second uncle was killed by you..." Li Zixing glared at Su Luo and spat out, but when he was halfway through...
Because Mrs. Mu looked at Mu Wuji excitedly: "Husband! Are you awake?! Are you really awake?!"
Madam Mu rushed up and was about to shake Mu Wuji out of habit, Su Luo hurriedly said, "His wound hasn't healed yet, so be careful to shake him to death."
Su Luo said something lightly, and was so frightened that Madam Mu quickly let go.
She looked at Su Luo with pleading eyes.
Su Luo said in a low voice, "It's fine if you don't touch him. He's in a state where he can speak."
Li Zixing on the side glared at Su Luo: "Nonsense!"
Su Luo ignored him, because the facts could speak, and there was no need for her to stand up and speak in words.
Sure enough, at this moment, Mu Wuji opened his eyes and looked at Mrs. Mu: "You..."
"Mu Wuji, you're really awake!" Mrs. Mu's tears fell with excitement, "I, I, I... I can't believe it. How are you feeling now? Is there any discomfort?"
Mu Wuji showed pain on his face: "Am I already dead?"
The dagger is stabbing into his chest, can he still live