"You have already shouldered enough, now you just need to sleep well, and when you wake up, everything will be fine. Ten thousand years ago, you could trust Master, this time, you can also trust Master, okay?"
Hot tears gushed out of the eyes, soaking Xi Yue's hands, Xiao Nuo finally couldn't hold back the tears at this moment.
This day and night, she has been persisting, insisting on protecting the master, but watching people die one by one, tortured to death one by one, she really can't bear it any longer.
Now that the master is here, the master is still standing in front of her like ten thousand years ago. The master is still so calm and calm, as if nothing can trouble her. Great... Master, it's great to have you here.
Xiao Nuo slowly closed her eyes and finally fell into a coma.
Xi Yue fed her a elixir, then untied Principal Qi from the body, and fed him the elixir.
Principal Qi just called out "Sister Goddess" softly, and couldn't help crying.
Xi Yue smiled at him, and handed Xiao Nuo who was unconscious to him.
Song Zhen had already scrambled to Meng Zisu's side at this time. Seeing her broken hand and bruised appearance, a big man was at a loss and his face was full of tears.
Xi Yue quickly connected Zisu's broken bone, fed her the elixir, and sent her back to Song Zhen's arms.
Meng Zisu looked at her sideways, her eyes were red, but her pupils were shining brightly, and said in a weak voice, "Teacher, we... didn't embarrass you, did we?"
Xi Yue's eye sockets became hot all of a sudden, and her nose felt sore.
She glanced around, and saw that those students who used to be lively and human-minded were lying in a pool of blood, dying, and could no longer hear the laughter and fights of the past.
She turned her gaze back to the painful pale girl, her voice was low and hoarse, but clear and firm, "No, you are my best students, and I am proud to be your teacher."
Meng Zisu's tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, but the most beautiful smile appeared on her face.
Xi Yue looked at Song Zhen, and said in a low voice: "You gather all the injured people in Tianyi Valley, as long as they still have a breath, to my side. Feed them these medicines, and no matter what, they must hang their limbs. breath."
Song Zhen took the porcelain bottle that Xi Yue handed over, wondering what she was going to do, but in the end she didn't ask anything, just nodded solemnly.
Xi Yue took a deep breath and stood up.
As the expression on her face changed from soft and sad to cruel and stern, the purple vines that were dying to invite Yue Gong's subordinates quickly flew in front of her.
Because of the excessive blood loss and the severe pain, each of these people's faces became more and more pale and gray, but they were all awake, neither dead nor faint.
The one in the middle is Lu Xuyang wearing a mask.
The purple vine seemed to have received Xi Yue's heart, and pulled out a twig from the thick vine, and then slapped Lu Xuyang's face fiercely.
The mask shattered and fell off, and when Xi Yue saw the familiar yet unfamiliar face, his pupils shrank suddenly.
"Lu Xuyang, so it's you!" Her voice was cold and icy, filled with deep-seated hatred.
Seeing this man, she couldn't help but think of the bloody massacre that made her fall from heaven to hell ten years ago.
The beloved husband disappeared without a trace.
Eggy, Xiaochi, Gu Liufeng...all unconscious.