Patted Qi Xin's head, motioned her to be at ease.

Qi family's main idea people came almost, told Qi Xin to maintain the order of the scene, pushed the door into the room.

Inside the room, on the big bed, Qi Zhengming closed his eyes and lay there, with his chest slightly undulating.

Because this young master Qi has been using Shengyuan Dan to continue his life, which can be regarded as a little warming up for his body, so it seems that his condition is much better now than when he was just injured.

Qi Zhengming's cultivation time is constantly passing, and there is very little left until the owner of the Qi family almost comes to his bed, and then he realizes that there is someone in the room.

"Father." Qi Zhengming opened his eyes and looked at the owner of the Qi family. His fingers moved, as if he wanted to bow his hand. But his body, which was on the verge of limit, could no longer support him.

"If you are like this, don't force yourself." The owner of the Qi family stepped forward and stopped him.

The Qi family leader reaches out his hand and puts it on Qi Zhengming's pulse gate. He inputs his spiritual power as gently as possible. After a circle in his body, he finds that although the poisonous smell is suppressed by Shengyuan pill, it is still eating away everything in Qi Zhengming's body.

"Son, you really suffer." Qi's master's voice trembled a little. The sinister smell would bring people the pain of killing the top. Qi Zhengming had been through so many days, and the terrible torture never stopped.

"Father, I am not only your son, but also the young master of Qi family. As a son, I can be weak, but as a young master, I am the backbone of Qi family. I can fight to death, but I can't cry for pain." Qi Zhengming said softly, with a trace of open-minded expression.

The head of the Qi family burst into tears in an instant. It's no pity to have such a son in this life.

"Don't worry, it will be over soon." The Qi family owner said and took out the storage bag that had placed all his hopes: "this is the medicine that can cure you."

Qi Zhengming looked at the small storage bag and pulled up the corner of his mouth. He had heard that ziqianmo could cure him,

But he really didn't hold too much hope, mainly for dispelling evil. He knew that it was impossible to achieve it, but now it's impossible to become real, so he can't help but be excited.

The owner of the Qi family carefully opened the storage bag, and the Quxie spring in it came out. The owner of the Qi family gathered them into a small ball with his spiritual power.

"Eat this, protect your heart, and then take the medicine. It won't take two hours, and you'll be all right." Qi's master carefully holds Quxie spring, and his voice can't stop shaking.

Qi Zhengming nodded: "come on."

Life and death in this line, Quxie spring exudes a faint light, disappeared in Qi Zhengming's lips.

Qi's master nervously observed Qi Zhengming's reaction. After all, he didn't know the specific effect of Quxie spring. Only after listening to what ziqianmo said, he decided that Qi Zhengming's injury could be cured.

Qi Zhengming uses all the spiritual power he can mobilize to protect his heart. For a moment, the sinister breath loses its corresponding suppression and becomes more and more rampant in his body.

At this time, Quxie spring had already entered his abdomen. In his lower abdomen, an extremely warm breath came out, which seemed to be spiritual,