Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt that there was darkness in front of her eyes, and her eyelids were so heavy. She wanted to move, but there was a heart-pounding pain in her ankle.

There was intermittent sobbing in her ears, and someone was calling her name over and over again.

Zhuang Xiaoyu identified it carefully, only to feel that the voice seemed very close to her, but also seemed so far away. She wanted to find a place of light and get out of this dark swamp, but she didn't know where to go. The paint is one piece, and the bottom of the feet seems to be soft...

Zhuang Xiaoyu closed her eyes, felt it for a while, and called out in a low voice, "Brother."

"Xiao Yu, brother is here."

A familiar voice came, Zhuang Xiaoyu opened his eyes, and a vague person appeared in front of his eyes. He was covered in pitch black, but there was a layer of light around him.

Finally her eyes could see the light, Zhuang Xiaoyu walked towards the person who spoke: "Brother, wait for me."

She was about to walk towards the person with the bright side, but someone grabbed her wrist: "Xiao Yu, don't go, that's not your brother."

Zhuang Xiaoyu wanted to continue walking, but her wrist was firmly held in the palm of her hand, the warm feeling was so real.

Zhuang Xiaoyu asked: "Who are you? Let me go."

"I am Ah Yan, I am your Ah Yan." Qin Wuyan's voice was filled with heavy grief, and the deep pain seemed to pass through her heart, "Xiao Yu, don't leave me, I am yours Ah Yan!"

Zhuang Xiaoyu's heart suddenly ached, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Madam has responded." The wizard pulled out the silver needle from Zhuang Xiaoyu's acupuncture point, "Sacred Priest, please talk to Madam more."

He didn't close his eyes for three days, Qin Wuyan's hair was disheveled, a blue color appeared on Hu Ren's chin, and his phoenix eyes were all bloodshot.

He held Zhuang Xiaoyu's fingers tightly, and refused to let go at all. He pressed her palms to his lips, to his face, and to his chest and heart, crying over and over again. Zhuang Xiaoyu's name.

After Zhuang Xiaoyu passed out, the witch doctor was helpless, no matter what he did, Zhuang Xiaoyu just couldn't wake up.

In desperation, Qin Wuyan had no choice but to invite the only wizard on the poisonous island. The wizard is proficient in treating poison and likes to fight poison with poison. When heals people, he is good at administering strong medicine. The body's ability to bear is weak, and maybe it will disappear.

The witch doctor picked up the silver needle, grabbed Zhuang Xiaoyu's other hand, pricked her finger hard, and immediately stuffed her finger into the porcelain bottle.

Zhuang Xiaoyu only felt a piercing pain from her fingertips and heart, and the pain quickly spread to her limbs, her whole body convulsed from the pain, an unbearable force gushed out from her limbs, and she opened her eyes forcefully.

"Miss!" the wet nurse cried.

The wizard wiped off the fine sweat from his forehead: "Madam is awake."

Qin Wuyan's throat was choked.

The wizard reminded: "Don't forget what the priest promised me."

Qin Wuyan stood up, "Of course I won't forget it, and I invite the wizard to sit in the side hall and wait for a while."

The wizard put away his porcelain bottle, capped it, shook the blood in it with satisfaction, turned and left.

Qin Wuyan took the warm handkerchief handed over by the nanny, and wiped the fine sweat from Zhuang Xiaoyu's forehead, "Xiaoyu, you scared me to death, I'm so afraid of you..."

Just like that, I fell asleep forever and couldn't wake up.