Chapter 22

"Master Ning, then... What should I do now?" Yu Yan was so anxious that she was about to cry.

Yu Ningsheng naturally didn't expect Ning Xiaochuan to save himself. After all, even figures at the Wu Zun level of the previous generation of Jiange Hou died under the venom of the dragon, and even the great spiritual master might not be able to save himself!

This may be fate!

Ning Xiaochuan wrapped the dragon scale with a cloth and said, "the toxin has not invaded the heart vein, and it is still saved. Change your blood!"

"Have you been saved?"

"Exchange blood?"

Yu Ningsheng felt strange. He had never heard that human blood could be changed.

Blood exchange is a high-risk operation. Ning Xiaochuan knows it's difficult to explain to them, and he doesn't have time to explain much to them at this time.

Ning Xiaochuan took Yu Ningsheng into the green deer carriage, and drove the carriage to leave here quickly.

Not long after they left, a black shadow came and looked at the dead black scales in the ice, and found the bodies of two other black armor warriors in the woods.

"Unexpectedly, all of them are dead. You must go back and report to the fourth master immediately." The black shadow's heart was a little cold. He cleaned up the five bodies on the ground and immediately returned to the Marquis of the sword Pavilion.

Jiange Marquis mansion.

"Bang!"

Ning Qianwu smashed a black table in front of him with a slap. The mysterious air on his palm formed a circle of airflow ripples, and the wooden debris fell to the ground: "waste, all waste. Five dead men went to kill a tuberculosis with no strength to bind chickens, and the army was wiped out."

Ning Qianwu was so angry that he shivered all over, and his eyes were about to burst out flames.

A dead man in black armor knelt down, and was shocked by the powerful mysterious spirit of the martial arts on Ning Qianwu. He slipped back three feet. He was quite taboo to the fourth master of the Marquis of the sword Pavilion in his heart, and said in awe: "black scale was broken by the sword Qi, and the cold air was frozen to death, while the other four people died under the blood eating demon skill and became mummies." After a pause, he said, "it's very similar to the death of master Han and the two servants."

Ning Qianwu took a deep breath, calmed his anger, and said, "the old man said that this was not the work of the blood eating demon gate, so it must not be the work of the blood eating demon gate."

Paused, his eyes shrunk, "is there anyone who can also do this kind of magic skill, specifically against me?"

Ning Qianwu thought for a long time and couldn't think of a clue. He said coldly, "where has the disease gone now?"

"Look at the traces of the shaft, it should be to the Haitang manor. Do you want your subordinates to take people back the golden purple wood and kill the waste disease?" The black armor dead man kneeling below said coldly, with a dark murderous look in his eyes.

Ning Qianwu shook his head and said, "it's too late! Once Ning Bingmei arrived at Haitang manor, he can't move him. He's just a tuberculosis, with only half a year to live, and he can't turn over any waves. If you force him, the old man will not give up. On the contrary, the identity of the mysterious master who has cultivated the blood eating demon skill, which has been bad for me for many times, should be checked carefully! Let you do this!"

"Subordinates take orders!" The dead man in black armor retreated.

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Ning Xiaochuan waved his whip and drove the green deer carriage, speeding towards the Haitang Manor!

"Young master, someone in the Marquis wants to kill you. Why do we go to Haitang manor?" Yu Yan asked puzzled.

Ningxiaochuan said, "going to Haitang manor garden is the only way to live. The people in Hou's house want to kill me, but why don't you wait until I get to Haitang manor, but hide your identity and kill on the way?"

"Why is this?"

Ningxiaochuan said, "because everyone knows that Haitang manor is the property of the Marquis of Jiange. In the imperial capital, who dares to break into Haitang manor to kill people except the people in the Marquis? So once I die in Haitang manor, the old Marquis will immediately know that it was the people in the Marquis who killed me. When it is thoroughly investigated, many people will suffer. My opponent is not so stupid!"

Sitting in the car, Yu Ningsheng leaned against the wall of the car, suppressed the injury with a deep dark air of martial arts, and raised his eyes more beautiful than the stars and moon. He couldn't help looking up at Ning Xiaochuan for a few minutes and said, "I didn't expect your mind to be so meticulous. It seems that everyone underestimated the tuberculosis in the Jiange Marquis mansion before. Your mind really doesn't look like a 16-year-old boy. Cough!"

Yu Ningsheng's snow-white hand pressed on his chest, but the blood still flowed. The blood fell on the board of the carriage, and the poisonous blood corroded and penetrated the board!

Ning Xiaochuan waved the whip more quickly, and soon came to Haitang manor and drove into the manor.

In the manor, many servants came out to meet, steward, servant girls, guards, and so on. There are hundreds of people in all.

"Give me a quiet room, a jar of wine, a needle, silk thread, come on! Wait a minute, and you'd better get another pot of hot water." Ning Xiaochuan took Yu Ningsheng down from the green deer carriage. Led by the old steward, he came to a spacious room and put her on the purple jade bed.

Haitang manor is in a mess. Some people go to carry wine, some go to look for needles, some go to get silk thread, and some go to boil hot water.

Everyone doesn't know why Ning Xiaochuan wants these things?

Ning Xiaochuan is a waste patient in Jiange Hou mansion.

However, in Haitang manor, he was the villa owner. These slaves who sold their bodies to the Marquis of Jiange naturally had to obey his orders.

People, in different places, naturally have different positions.

Ning Xiaochuan disinfected the needle with alcohol, put on silk thread, and skillfully untied the Luo shirt of Yu Ningsheng again.

"What are you doing?"

Yu Ningsheng naturally won't let Ning Xiaochuan untie her clothes easily, but she is now quite weak, and the toxicity of dragon scale is invading her martial heart palace step by step.

If Ning Xiaochuan wants to be strong, she can't resist at all now.

However, Ning Xiaochuan still withdrew his hand and said patiently, "your wound has been infected by the Dragon poison. With your Wu daoxuan Qi, you can't heal the wound or stop the blood loss. Now you can only sew up your wound, otherwise you will soon die of excessive blood loss."

Yu Ningsheng's body has shed a lot of blood, and his white Luo shirt has turned blood red, looking very haggard, like a white orchid that has been devastated by wind and rain.

For martial artists, small wounds can stop bleeding with only a little bandage.

Even for large-scale knife and sword wounds, the blood can be sealed with Wu daoxuan Qi, and then the wound can be healed with Wu daoxuan Qi.

If it is a general poison, there is no threat to the martial arts masters in the Divine Body realm. The blood in the body can quench the poison.

However, the "dragon scale" in Yu Ningsheng was so strong that she couldn't even run Wu daoxuan gas. Naturally, she couldn't seal her blood and could only watch her blood flow to death.

Yu Yan stood aside, tightly pinched his fingers, and said nervously, "sew the wound with a needle and thread. Is this... Really OK?"

Yu Ningsheng never saw anyone sew a wound with a needle or thread, but when he saw Ning Xiaochuan's always calm eyes, his heart somehow had a feeling of trust in him. Bei Chi gently bit his red lips, slowly closed his eyes, and said, "trust you once!"

Ning Xiaochuan walked over and opened her close fitting clothes. When she saw her pair of snow-white jade peaks, her heart also slightly produced a trace of charm, because the picture was so beautiful that it formed a sharp contrast with the bloody wound under the jade peak.

Ning Xiaochuan glanced slightly at her cheek. Although she wore a veil, she could also guess that she was definitely a peerless beauty.

If the veil is lifted, that beautiful face will probably make all men in the world crazy for her.

After only a short pause, Ning Xiaochuan withdrew his mind and quickly began to sew the wound.

Without the use of anesthetic, the toxicity of the Dragon had already numbed her chest, but when Ning Xiaochuan's hand was pressed on her chest, her delicate body still trembled slightly, and five fingers couldn't help grabbing the sheet, giving birth to an indescribable strange feeling in her heart.

Numbness, shyness, anger, fear!

Soon, Ning Xiaochuan finished stitching the wound, and the blood finally stopped.

"Are you ready now?" Yu Yan also took a long breath, pinching sweat between her fingers, and felt that she was more nervous than Ning Xiaochuan and Yu Ningsheng.

Ning Xiaochuan shook his head and said, "the poison of the dragon has invaded her blood, and her cultivation can't refine this toxin at all. Once the toxin invades her martial arts heart palace, all martial arts cultivation will be lost, and the body will turn into a pool of pus and blood."

"Master Ning, you must save the young lady, please, please." Yu Yan kneels down directly to Ning Xiaochuan.

Yu Ningsheng slowly opened his eyes and said faintly, "didn't you say you could exchange blood?"

Ningxiaochuan nodded and said, "the risk of blood exchange is very high, and the human body's rejection of foreign blood is also very strong. Without some special drugs, you are likely to die under the rejection of different blood. Do you dare to try?"

"Do I have any other choice?" Yu Ningsheng smiled faintly, and her beautiful dark eyes were as beautiful as the stars in the sky. There was no fear of death in her eyes.

Ning Xiaochuan stared at her eyes and felt that all the women's eyes he had seen before were not as beautiful as her eyes. He said, "let's start!"

Yu Ningsheng's blood belongs to "negative". Only those with "negative" blood and "mixed" blood can exchange blood for her, and Ning Xiaochuan happens to be mixed blood.

Although the risk of blood exchange is high, the physical quality of martial artists in this world is extremely strong, especially those who have reached the realm of divine body. Their physical bodies are simply extraordinary, enough to withstand the risk of blood exchange.

Half of the blood in ningxiaochuan's body flows into Yu Ningsheng's body, while the poisonous blood in Yu Ningsheng's body is released from the body. This process took three hours.

When the last trace of poisonous blood flowed out of her body, she immediately ran Wu daoxuan Qi, sealed the blood of the wound, and then cut off Ning Xiaochuan to continue to transfuse blood to her.

Ning Xiaochuan was also extremely weak and lost half of his blood to others, which was something he couldn't imagine before, but he did it miraculously today.

"It must be related to the magic sword in the blood hole. When I consume a lot of blood, more blood will be released from the magic sword to make up for the consumption of my body. What kind of sword is this?"

Ning Xiaochuan asked Yu Yan to take care of Yu Ningsheng, so he left, walked into his own room, sat on the bed and began to study this magic sword.

This magic sword is not the first time to save his life. It can suck human blood and plunder Yun blood, just as it has its own soul.