Chapter 750

Song Ningyu brushed Gong Zilin's hand away, and his eyes ran coldly towards the pure square body. The silver needle at his fingertips waved towards the man like a drizzle. Gong Zilin glanced at the old house, his eyes narrowed slightly, his fingertips bounced, and a fire fold fell into the old house full of dead trees!

The fire rose in an instant. Kan Hua and he Lianxing smiled and ran towards song Ningyu. He Lianxing smiled and waved the silver needle at the fingertip towards the left eye of those people. All seven people fell to the ground. Without the emperor of the red fire spider king, the dead was just a corpse. It was useless!

Pure vegetable tightly blocks song Ningyu in her arms. The man in black bites hard on pure vegetable's arm! The blood rushed towards the man in black like water.

Song Ningyu looked angrily at Gong Zilin, who was only a step away but had no action. She turned back fiercely and kicked the man in black. The man in black was kicked by song Ningyu into the burning fire, and her sharp and withered voice cut through the sky!

The shrill voice roared in the fire and shouted: "pain, pain, master save me, master... Save me..." the shrill voice gradually became very small. Song Ningyu tightly covered Chunsu's bloody arm. She didn't want to listen to those cries for help. She wanted to save Chunsu!

Song Ningyu rushed towards Helian De's smile in a hurry. She was too anxious to notice the stones under her feet. She fell down on the muddy ground with a bang. Song Ningyu's hand was scratched. She pulled Helian Xingxiao's robe and said in a deep voice: "Xingxiao, you save him."

He Lianxing smiled, nodded and strode towards Chunsu. Song Ningyu hurriedly followed him. He Lianxing smiled and glanced at the confused song Ningyu, carefully exploring Chunsu's wound.

This is the first time that Chunsu is willing to be explored in such detail. Let song Ningyu know. It's good.

He Lianxing smiled and stared at the wound, frowned fiercely, looked at Song Ningyu, and didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Song Ningyu imitated the way he Lianxing smiled, wrapped him up, took the medicine, smiled at him and said with a light smile, "I can also learn some medical skills, but I'm not exquisite enough. Xingxiao, don't hide it from me. Tell me."

"The priest has lost too much blood, and his internal organs are rapidly aging. In addition, the man in black robe itself contains sawn poison, which invades the body. I'm afraid..."

"I don't want to listen to this! Xingxiao, tell me, there must be a way to save him, right? There must be a way?" song Ningyu looked at Helian Xingxiao with expectation, stood stunned in the distance of Gong Zilin, glanced at the big wound on his right hand, and his eyes fell slightly.

Turning around, Gong Zilin passed song Ningyu. Song Ningyu threw herself on Chunsu and didn't put Gong Zilin in her heart. When she saw that song Ningyu had Helian laughing here, she strode away after Gong Zilin.

On the way Gong Zilin walked, the black blood spread all the way down. Kan Hua ran forward with a distressed face, so as to drag Gong Zilin and said in a deep voice: "Ning Yu remembered her things on Huangdao. Zi Lin, Ning Yu is a person who values love and righteousness. Now she doesn't know whether it's love or gratitude. Give her some time!"

Gong Zilin slowly pushed away kuehua and gently took her hand. He smiled at kuehua: "I know."

Chen Hua stood under the bamboo flag with the words "old city and old land" floating, and looked at the shadow reflected by the flag floating in the wind. His eyes were slightly dark. He knew, but she didn't know! Song Ningyu doesn't know what Gong Zilin has done these days!

Song Ningyu took Chunsu's hand on the horse and hurried towards the xuanlin family's house. He Lianxing smiled and glanced at the black blood on the ground, but shook his head: "Alas, really, none of them saved me!"

"Go and see Gong Zilin's arm. It's so black. I'm afraid something will happen then!"

He Lianxing smiled, nodded, looked at Song Ningyu's running figure, and sighed: "now she can't tell what she wants. Let's go. If something really happens to Gong Zilin, I guess she'll cry for seven days and nights!" I've never seen him so good. Now I have to save my rival. I'm really fed up with myself!

Chen Hua, who followed helianxing's smile, couldn't laugh or cry: "you actually went to save your rival. It's really a rare childe in the world!"

He Lianxing smiled and raised his eyebrows: "childe unparalleled? Give it to you. Do you want it?"

Their voices gradually became far away. Song Ningyu lowered her eyes and felt a trace of uneasiness. She held Chunsu's shaky figure tightly and stopped at the xuanlin family's house. The eight women rushed all the way with song Ningyu. As soon as they saw that it was a high priest, they were all trembling and cautious.

Song Ningyu took Chunsu into the nearby courtyard, ran out of the door and hit old Yao badly. She dragged old Yao's sign language with some anxiety: "Grandpa, you must save him, I beg you, you must save him!"

The eight women had changed a set of clean clothes for Chunsu, but the solid arms were wrapped in white yarn and printed a layer of shallow blood.

The old medicine carefully opened the gauze. When he saw the wound that had begun to grow spontaneously, he sighed slightly: "in the past, such a wound would be better if it was only a flower's Kung Fu, but now, his internal organs have begun to age due to toxins."

"Is there any way? Whatever way is good, Grandpa, you tell me." song Ningyu tightly grasped yaolao's collar. He was so powerful that he almost strangled yaolao!

Yaolao powerlessly patted song Ningyu's hand, and his face turned a little red. The woman in white in front of him couldn't see it anymore. He stood beside song Ningyu and gently reminded him, "Your Highness, if you pinch it again, yaolao should die!"

Song Ningyu fiercely loosened his grip on yaolao's skirt. Yaolao stumbled. Thanks to someone holding him in the back, otherwise, it is estimated that yaolao should be cured for a while!

He reluctantly patted song Ningyu on the shoulder: "this method is not without, but what can be guaranteed is only a two-year life. Yu'er can only guarantee this year. For the high priest, the torture will only be heavier every night of the full moon! Do you... Really want to save him?"

Song Ningyu anxiously corrected her clothes and skirts. It took her a long time to find her voice. Her tone was so quiet that it was distressing: "if there is no way, how long will he live?"

Song Ningyu's fingertips were shaking. She looked at the clouds that day. She only felt that there was a huge gap in her heart. Anything thrown in would only become a corpse.