She didn't want to go every step, but she had to go every step. She didn't know what she wanted to do. She only knew what she should do now.

Zhao Jingjing stood beside her, watching the shaking rain with her eyes silent.

The gloomy and cold wind and rain swayed in front of us, pulling the night pearls on the corridor. The stars in the sky were bright and dark. Song Ningyu suddenly remembered the blood of heaven that the strange man once said. What is the blood of heaven? Does he Lianxing smile know?

She once asked Chunsu, but Chunsu didn't tell her whether she knew or didn't know.

The kiss in the heavenly palace bath that night was really like a dream, but it was clear that there was only one man in the heavenly palace. So, what happened after all?

She suddenly wanted to see Chunsu

Zhao Jingjing muttered at the corners of her lips and looked at Song Ningyu, vaguely uneasy.

Song Ningyu said in a deep voice to Zhao Jingjing, "take me to see the people gathered together."

Song Ningyu didn't really realize the seriousness of the matter until she met those people. Looking from a distance, she saw a wail rising from the ground. In the rainy night of depression, those bonfires were still burning. Song Ningyu walked into the huge yurt, where the people were lying on a bed board and huddled together, Occasionally, one or two insects climb out of their bodies.

The doctor on one side has learned to deal with these situations under the leadership of he Lianxing Xiao. Song Ningyu gently walks to a teenager. The child's lips are white and the whole person has a thin pimple. He looks at Song Ningyu uneasily and is extremely afraid. The two children come towards song Ningyu.

"Your Highness!" it was a boy and a little girl saved by song Ningyu.

Song Ningyu frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Why are you two here? What if you are bitten by those people again? Take them down and don't come to such a place!"

The little boy took the little girl's hand, frowned at Song Ningyu and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, my sister and I begged childe Helian. We can't always be idle, so my sister and I are in charge of the bonfire in these 120 yurts."

The little boy smiled very cheerful. Zhao Jingjing looked at the child, smiled and asked softly, "what's your name?"

The little boy Lang said in a loud voice, "I don't know my last name. Anyway, since I remember, they called me puppy. They called my sister cat." the name of puppy is really not very good. Cat is also in line with the little girl.

Zhao Jingjing's eyes were gentle. She didn't know what she was thinking. She stroked the little boy's hair and said in a warm voice, "I'll marry you a name. My name is Zhao. How about Mingqing?" Zhao Qing was cleared from now on. Song Ningyu glanced at Zhao Jingjing and her eyes narrowed slightly. She seemed to understand why Zhao Jingjing did this.

"Thank you for giving me Miss Zhao's name!" the child was also intelligent. He kowtowed and recognized it. The surname Zhao was the only surname of the superior of xuanlin family. He was lucky to get this surname all his life. After all, the old man calculated it for him. He was East and West of the river for ten years.

Song Ningyu turned to see an old man. The old man's hair was gray and his hands were as dry as bark. Song Ningyu clasped his wrist and his eyes sank slightly. There were ten doctors guarding the yurt, each of whom was responsible for 30 people. Fortunately, the most important thing in the xuanlin nationality was the doctor. Otherwise, there was really not enough hands!

A man in a green bamboo pattern robe came slowly, with a gentle and gentle manner: "the old man is fine. I heard that the prescription was prepared by your highness."

Song Ningyu narrowed her eyes and looked at the old man carefully. She didn't pay attention to the gentle man. She smiled at the old man: "how does the old man feel?"

The old man opened his mouth. He pointed to his mouth and made an ah ah sound. He waved to her. He was mute and speechless. Song Ningyu twisted his eyebrows slightly, took out the needle and pricked several needles into the old man's throat. An insect with long arms was pulled out with the silver needle!

Song Ningyu threw the silver needle into the brazier. She glanced at the elegant childe with a white face and said in a deep voice, "be careful."

The childe's face turned white and the whole person became cold. It was rare for song Ningyu to treat an old man so carefully. Looking at Song Ningyu's calm side face, the elegant childe looked slightly stiff, and he was at a loss.

Lao Tzu the old man wept bitterly. "Your Highness, thank you, your highness, your royal highness is the blessing of the Huangdao." the old man felt his voice, and the whole face was covered with tears. He pulled the quilt down and knelt down, and he was so anxious to stop him.

"Don't be polite, old man. This palace is the princess of Huangdao. It's my duty to protect you. Don't be polite." after that, song Ningyu went to see the next person. He Lianxing smiled and stood quietly behind song Ningyu, looking at her gradually gentle, and her eyes became incomparably gentle.

The little doctor is very angry. Isn't he polite and kind to others? She can do it! So when song Ningyu didn't know that the little medical fairy was jealous again, the little medical fairy just accompanied song Ningyu to transfer all the more than 100 yurts. Thousands of people were seen by song Ningyu and the little medical fairy!

Song Ningyu's expression was slightly stiff until the sky was slightly bright. She looked at the little medical fairy who was too tired to walk, pondered for a while, and suddenly asked softly, "little medical fairy, do you know what the blood of heaven is?"

The soft voice was heard by Mo Qilin. Mo Qilin rushed into the yurt, pulled song Ningyu's skirt and shouted angrily, "you really don't know anything! Song Ningyu, you don't know anything!"

Song Ningyu was a little confused: "what should I know?"

Mo Qilin fiercely released song Ningyu's hand and looked away. The voice became colder and colder. He shouted coldly: "nothing! You don't have to take it to heart! " After that, she turned and strode out. The little doctor on one side looked at Song Ningyu inexplicably. She shook her head.

"I don't know, but I've seen it in an ancient book. It says that the blood of heaven can make martial arts practitioners advance hundreds of skills every day, can bring back the people who are possessed by evil, and can make the dying people reborn. However, it's also a rumor that the blood of heaven is the messenger of God. I haven't seen it. Why do you suddenly ask this?"

"Possessed by fire... Reborn... Attack every day... Messenger of God..." song Ningyu whispered her words. Her eyes were cold and walked out of the yurt. She didn't even notice that the hairpin in her hand fell to the ground. He Lianxing smiled and picked up the hairpin and looked at Song Ningyu's lost figure for a while.