Little master, little master, you are bleeding! !
This call woke up everyone inside and outside the space.
Little Phoenix, Banxie Sword, and Huang Huang screamed anxiously, running around in the space.
Qihuang frowned, pulled Xiaobao aside, looked him up and down, his eyes became more and more suspicious.
Only the Golden Crow and the Fire Essence gloated and watched from the sidelines.
Should! Let you bully me together at the beginning, and now you will be punished.
Xiaobao wiped off the blood on his face, and said softly, "Brother Qihuang, don't worry, I'm fine, maybe it's just that I've practiced too much during this period, and I'm a little tired."
Qihuang instinctively said arrogantly first: "Who is worried about you! I just don't want to see you dirty my space."
But immediately, the frown became tighter and tighter.
No matter how you looked at it, Xiao Bao didn't show any signs of injury.
There is no abnormal energy fluctuation.
business as usual.
But that's what's weird!
Because this is the third time that Xiao Bao has had a nosebleed.
How can a person keep having nosebleeds for no reason
There must be something odd.
Qihuang said with a cold face: "Have you been poisoned by eating something indiscriminately these days?"
Xiao Bao shook his head blankly.
However, the rabbit meat that Li Weiran gave him that he ate in the cave three days ago appeared unconsciously in his mind.
The little hand clenched slightly for a moment, and then quickly let go.
Xiaobao grasped Qihuang's hand tightly, and said: "Brother Qihuang, don't tell mother about my nosebleed again, okay? I'm afraid mother will worry."
Qihuang raised his eyebrows, and wanted to scold, "Why does this deity keep you secret?"
But meeting Xiaobao's big watery eyes, he still swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"Okay, okay, don't talk if you don't say it. This deity is not a big mouth."
Hmph, isn't he soft-hearted towards this brat, so why did he agree to him
Xiao Bao gave a few more orders and threatened the Golden Crow Fire Essence, only then he heaved a sigh of relief.
But when he lay down to sleep again, his small body still curled up uncomfortably.
…
Two days later, Zhou Zishun ordered someone to send specially tailored winter clothes.
Most of them are Xiaobao's clothes.
It looks exquisite and cute, so Muyan can't put it down.
But Xiao Bao at the side was a little absent-minded.
The room is warm, and the little face is flushed red, healthy and energetic.
But those ice-blue eyes, which were originally crystal clear, seemed to have lost their brilliance, becoming dull and silent.
"Xiao Bao, what's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"
Muyan finally found out that something was wrong with him.
Xiaobao forced a smile: "Mother, I'm fine, it's just that there are too many clothes, I don't need..."
The words are not finished yet.
He felt some warm liquid gushing from his nose.
No, not just the nose, but the eyes, mouth, ears.
In an instant, the blood in the body seemed to be drained quickly.
And his body also became cold and stiff.
"Little Treasure!!"
In amazement, Muyan hugged Xiaobao who was slowly falling limp, "Xiaobao, don't scare mother!"
Xiaobao struggled to open his eyes and looked at Muyan, his little hand exhausted all his strength to grab her lapel: "Mother, I... Am I going to die?"
"No!" Muyan gritted her teeth, "Don't talk nonsense. Little Treasure will live a long, happy and healthy life, mother will never let you die."
Xiaobao's eyelids trembled, and he finally couldn't help it, and fell into a coma completely.