Huanyue sighed heavily: "It doesn't seem like it can't be stopped, but it can't be stopped at all!" The stick used by Qian Jinzhu was specially made by the Jingu Temple, and it was specially used to fight against enemies. Anyone who has no magic power will be killed by it. When stabbed, the wound will bleed continuously until the blood is exhausted and the person dies!
Although Xiao Xi is a priest of the shrine, but after his mana is exhausted, he is weaker than ordinary people. When the stick stabbed him at this time, his blood would naturally flow continuously. She sprinkled more medicinal powder, hoping that the medicinal powder would relieve the pain. The injuries of some high priests, let his mana recover a little bit, and stop the blood...
Murong Xue: "..."
The weapon made by the shrine is really different, but: "The sword stabbed near the heart, and the high priest was seriously injured. When the hemostatic powder can relieve his injury, the blood on his body will probably flow seven or seven times. Eighty-eight..." Even if he recovers some mana, he won't be able to survive...
"Then what should I do?" Huanyue frowned tightly. Since the establishment of the shrine, it was the first time that the great priest had run out of magic, but was stabbed by the shrine's weapon, bleeding profusely.
"You guys pass on some of your mana to the great priest." Murong Xue's eyes were dark: The internal power between people can be transferred to each other, mana should be also possible, as long as Xiao Xi has mana, he should be able to stop the bleeding up.
Huanyue frowned even tighter: "The high priest practiced the highest magic technique in the shrine, which is extremely pure. I practiced the slightly inferior technique, and the guards and maids of the shrine practiced the middle level. Magic, it cannot be compared with it at all, even if we pass mana to the high priest, his body will not accept it... "
Murong Xue: "..."
Well, the higher the level of magic, the more requirements, the mana of the high level magician can be passed on to the middle level magician at will, and the magic power of the middle level magician can be passed on to the advanced level magician, and the body of the other people will not like it …
"Then try acupuncture to stop the bleeding."
"I've already tapped it, it's useless." Huanyue said in a low voice, with a rare solemn look in her eyes: the wound stabbed by the sharp blade of the shrine is not so easy to deal with...
What to do then
Murong Xue frowned slightly, she couldn't just sit and watch Xiao Xi bleed to death: "Is there any other way for the saint to stop the bleeding?"
Huanyue shook her head lightly: "I can't think of any other way except to sprinkle hemostatic powder and acupuncture."
Murong Xue: "..."
Well, there are only a few ways to stop the bleeding, Huan Yue has used all that can be used, but it still can't stop Xiao Xi's wound from bleeding.
"Then let me try it." Murong Xue said in a low voice, she reached into her sleeve with her plain white hand, and took out a few silver needles, the bleeding that couldn't be stopped even with styptic powder and acupuncture, she was not absolutely sure It can be stopped, but Xiao Xi is bleeding too much, there is no longer any delay, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.
Murong Xue stepped forward, and inserted the silver needles in her hand into the acupuncture points on Xiao Xi's chest one by one. As the number of silver needles increased, the wound on Xiao Xi's chest became more and more serious. The bleeding stopped...
Huanyue, the guards of the palace, and the high-hanging maids relaxed their hearts slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in their eyes. It was amazing that the silver needle could stop the bleeding from the wound cut by a sharp weapon. "Thank you, Miss Murong."
Murong Xue smiled slightly: "You are welcome, although the bleeding has stopped, but the high priest has lost a lot of blood, please help him back to his room to apply medicine and bandage."
"Okay, let's take a step first." Huan Yue said in a low voice, and directed the guards to put Xiao Xi on a comfortable sedan chair, and carried him quickly towards the mansion where he lived.
Looking at the figures of the people walking away, Murong Xue breathed a long sigh of relief, looked around, but didn't see the person she wanted to see, so she couldn't help asking: "Xun Feng, where is your son? Are you still dealing with things?"
"Yes, the matter is a bit complicated, and the prince has not finished dealing with it." Xun Feng, who was invisible, replied respectfully.
Murong Xue frowned, looked up at the sky, and saw that the golden sun had already risen to the middle of the day, it was noon (11:00 to 13:00): "It's time for meal, let's go back and wait for Shaochen." With that said, Murong Xue walked slowly towards the mansion...
Lunch, nap, dinner, bath and change, when Murong Xue finished these things, it was already Haishi (21:00 to 23:00), and Ouyang Shaochen was still missing.
Murong Xue was lying on the bed alone, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, it was already so late, and Ouyang Shaochen hadn't come back yet, what happened, it was so difficult to deal with...
Xun Feng didn't know what Ouyang Shaochen was going to do, and Murong Xue couldn't guess, so she just didn't guess. She sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, took a robe and put it on her body, and opened the door in boredom. Looking out of the window, I saw lanterns lit up on the bluestone road near and far. The dim light illuminated the road quite brightly. The guest courtyards, large and small, were all pitch-black, indicating that time had passed. In the evening, the master and guests of the mansion have almost all rested...
Murong Xue was very melancholy, she sighed helplessly, when will Ouyang Shaochen come back
Suddenly, a ray of light came into view, and Murong Xue fixed her gaze, only to see that a courtyard in the northwest of her was lit, and the light was still very bright. There was... the guest room where Xiao Xi lived. Xiao Xi was seriously injured, and he should be resting at this time. Yes, why is the light on in his room? Has his injury worsened
Murong Xue's eyes sank, she grabbed a long skirt and put it on, opened the door and walked out of the room, and walked quickly to the courtyard where Xiao Xi lived, she was fine in the room, so she went to Xiao Xi's place to see if she could Can't be of much help...
Xiao Xi's room was quiet, two shrine maids were standing outside the inner room door, one on the left and the other on the right, dozing off with their eyes slightly closed, two luminous pearls lit up in the inner room, and the warm yellow light filled the room quietly. , Xiao Xi was lying on the big carved bed with his eyes tightly closed, and Huanyue sat on the chair next to the big bed, leaning against the curtain and fell asleep, with a strong look of exhaustion on his beautiful little face.
Murong Xue stepped forward and was about to call Huan Yue, but Huan Yue suddenly opened her eyes, her cold gaze shot over like sharp arrows, seeing that it was Murong Xue, the guard in her eyes disappeared instantly, and her voice was slightly hoarse He said: "So it's Miss Murong, why are you here?"
Murong Xue smiled softly: "I saw that the light was still on here, so I came over to see, why did you fall asleep here?"
Huanyue smiled: "The high priest was seriously injured, and the guards and maids were average. I didn't trust them, so I stayed here to guard the high priest..." When the high priest woke up, she could go to rest.
Murong Xue nodded in understanding, and looked down at Xiao Xi, only to see that his handsome face was pale and bloodless, and his lips were also pale and pale. He was otherworldly and somewhat fragile. He had no power to protect himself like this. , really need someone to guard.