Xi Guimo quickly tore off the healing talisman on He Chen's body and replaced it with another one.
It was useful at first. Xi Guimo could see He Chen's injuries healed at an extremely slow speed, but it didn't take long before he stopped, and there seemed to be no signs on the surface.
Even like the previous situation, it gradually started to deteriorate again.
However, no matter how Xi Guimo tossed like this, He Chen didn't give the slightest response. Those hollow eyes were still staring at Xi Guimo's face, motionless.
Wen Yuchen, who was standing behind Xi Guimo, frowned slightly when he saw that, and said: "He suffered almost all internal injuries. If your talisman does not work, then you can only try the healing power."
Hearing that, Xi Guimo gritted his teeth and had healing powers. Their line did carry Liang Ziye, a healing power, but Liang Ziye was not in this place right now.
I don't know if Wen Yuluan and Fat Gu Changming have found the rest of the people scattered in this tomb.
Is there no other way to save He Chen's current situation
Xi Guimo kept searching in his mind for what could be done, but for a moment he didn't notice anything wrong with Wen Yuchen behind him.
Wen Yuchen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the black eyes did not change back to clearness, instead they were still dizzy.
It seemed that something wanted to expel him from this place, or to say that he couldn't control his body a bit now.
With his arms hanging weakly, Wen Yuchen stared at Xi Guimo's back, but suddenly fell on her back, murmured unconsciously, "Xi'er..."
Wen Yuchen's call is extremely soft. Generally speaking, no one besides himself should be able to hear it, but he is humming and speaking in his ear.
Xi Guimo's body stiffened, and the touch from behind made her heart palpitations. At this moment, the man was embracing her vainly from behind, and his chin was resting on her shoulders, and the whisper was clear and clear. It passed into her ears.
And Wen Yuchen's body is now cold and unreasonable, as if it has been frozen by ice, there is a feeling that the brow can be covered with a layer of frost.
Xi Guimo's heart thumped, and he turned his head quickly, ignoring her turning his head, his lips were pressed against Wen Yuchen's cheek, and he said, "Wen Yuchen, are you okay? Didn't you recover from the previous consumption of blood?"
With that, Xi Guimo planned to pull Wen Yuchen off her back, but as soon as her hand touched Wen Yuchen's arm, her fingertips were stung by the burning sensation.
She quickly retracted her hand like an electric shock and looked at him in shock.
Obviously, the frost-like cold radiated from him, but once touched, why did it become so hot
It was as if an iron was attached to her fingertips.
Seemingly not believing in evil, Xi Guimo once again put his hand on Wen Yuchen's forehead, still feeling the scorching heat, although it was much better than the upper arm, the temperature still scared her.
At this time, Wen Yuchen's black eyes were half-squinted, his arms wrapped around her waist, buried his face on her shoulders and rubbed, and then whispered: "Xi'er... hot... cold..."
The feeling in his body now is the two heavens of ice and fire, almost swallowing his reason. If it were not for his willpower different from ordinary people, he would have fallen into a coma under this situation.