Standing beside Xuanwu was a young man wearing a moon-white brocade cannon. His brows were clear and handsome, but his expression seemed to be mixed with ice, and his whole body exuded an aura that no one should enter.
Hexi had a vague intuition that this person was stronger than Qinglong, and had a very cold and aggressive personality, but he didn't know who it was.
When her eyes fell on the third person, she was slightly taken aback. She had seen this person before, and she still had a vague impression. It was Wuyu who hosted the auction in the Taotie Pavilion.
Seeing her looking over, Wuyu raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, his eyes were deep and dark, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Seeing Hexi coming, Qinglong didn't even bother to say hello, and said directly: "Come in with me."
The door of the room was pushed open in an instant, and He Xi followed in. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a billowing heat wave blowing towards his face.
Beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, Hexi frowned, and quickly summoned water and spiritual energy to resist, which made him feel much more comfortable.
Seeing the pure spiritual power emanating from her body, Qinglong showed a slight surprise in his eyes, and explained in his mouth: "The cold poison in the master's body has begun to invade the lungs. We have tried our best to suppress it, but there is little effect."
Just after walking around the corner, a huge bed came into view. The smoke above the bed was steaming, and the temperature became higher and higher, and it was Nangong Yu who was lying in the smog.
Seeing Nangong Yu's first glance, Hexi's pupils shrank suddenly.
The man on the bed was only wearing white silk obscene clothes, his hair was loose, and his eyes were closed. From a distance, he could see his handsome face like a jade sculpture. Obviously the room was hot like a fire, but he There was no trace of blood on his face, instead it was as white as if it was about to be transparent and frozen.
Hexi had never seen Nangong Yu like this before.
In her impression, Nangong Yu is always elegant, evil, rascal, and flamboyant, but at this moment, Nangong Yu really looks so fragile, as if it will shatter if touched.
Before Qinglong greeted him, Hexi hurried forward and grabbed Nangong Yu's wrist.
So cold! He Xi's hand trembled slightly, she was clearly holding a human wrist, but it felt like holding a piece of cold jade just taken out of the refrigerator. And this kind of cold, when touched, has the illusion that it will seep into one's own bone marrow.
Hexi settled his mind, slowly infiltrated the spiritual power from the pulse, and began to swim around his whole body.
After a stick of incense passed, Hexi still maintained this posture, but her brows became more and more wrinkled.
Qinglong watched anxiously, wanted to interrupt Hexi several times to ask about her master's condition, but she was afraid of interrupting her treatment, which would be bad for the master.
Just when his patience had almost reached its limit, He Xi finally let go of his hand slowly, but his frowning eyebrows still did not loosen.
Qinglong quickly asked: "How is the master? Can he be cured?"
If even the genius doctor Xi Yue who cured Ouyang Haoxuan was helpless, they could only turn to Elder Cheng of the Physician Association, who was Suzaku's master, for help. But in this way, the master's situation will be known to others, and by then, it will no longer be possible for Hades Palace to maintain such a detached position. The master may also cause even greater fatal disasters.
Thinking of this, Qinglong clenched his sword tightly, looking at Hexi unconsciously with a trace of expectation.