Chapter 939： For her, go to the gods and Buddhas

But it will take some time for the human body to fully adjust to wake up.

The little guy walked around with his little hands behind his back.

Well, there are so many people who have been poisoned, and she is willing to take their poison.

Shouldn't be a problem, right?

Not long after, Ye Siming rode his horse back with the soldiers.

Picked a lot of clean streams back.

Soon Qin Song's team also returned to the village.

Because they went in time, no people in the nearby villages were harmed.

The people of Qingxi Village gathered around, holding eggs and fresh vegetables in their hands, just to thank these heroes who saved them from danger.

Ye Siming was surrounded by them, and his ears were full of praise and thanks.

It was the first time he had heard so many thanks since he became a demon god.

The hearts of mortals are pure, you help them, and they are sincerely grateful.

Ye Siming sat on the horseback, pursed his lips and said a few words of impoliteness.

The stern youth was surrounded by their enthusiasm.

However, Ye Siming's eyes crossed the crowd and looked at the little guy standing in the outer circle.

Gu Nuo'er smiled sweetly behind her little hand.

It seems that the little man is also very happy to see that her big wolf is accepted and loved by everyone.

Across the crowd, the two looked at each other.

From each other's eyes, they saw a little warmth of mutual dependence and trust.

At this moment, Gu Nuo'er felt a burning sensation in her heart.

Before she could react, the corners of the pink lips actually flowed out a dark red.

Ye Siming's face froze for a moment.

Gu Nuo'er stretched out her small hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips.

She lifted it up and looked in front of her.

The pain in the body suddenly became intense.

The little guy raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Siming again.

I saw that the young man had dismounted quickly, pushed aside the crowd, and rushed over in a panic.

This is the first time Gu Nuo'er has seen. Ye Siming, who has always been rebellious, has a look of fear in his eyes.

The little man wanted to say something comforting, but found that his throat hurt even more.

Her body softened and she fell back heavily.

The crowd erupted into screams of horror.

"Princess!" "His Royal Highness—!"

One after another, the call resounded through the small village.

Gu Nuo'er didn't fall to the ground because Ye Siming had already held her in his arms.

"Gu Nuo'er!" he called her anxiously.

The corners of the little guy's lips kept gushing bright red.

Ye Siming killed a lot of people and saw a lot of bloodshed and slaughter.

But this was the first time he realized that the blood was so dazzling.

The blood even made Ye Siming's eyes turn red.

Gu Nuo'er's soft voice became hoarse: "Brother Siming, don't worry... I'll sleep for a while, maybe... I'll wake up soon."

"Gu Nuo'er, don't sleep, don't sleep! I'll take you to find Langzhong and the imperial doctor!"

However, the little guy blinked his long eyelashes tiredly and passed out completely.

The originally pink little face, at this moment, is only pale.

She is light, like a butterfly that can be taken away by the wind at any time.

Ye Siming stood up, his condensed brows filled with panic.

Even his footsteps were vain, and the panic of losing the little guy kept magnifying in his heart.

The war horse seemed to have a feeling, and came with its own hooves.

Ye Siming hugged Gu Nuo'er and turned on his horse, and yelled, "Driving—!"

The hustle and bustle rose, and he took Gu Nuoer to the city quickly.

But on the way, Gu Nuoer vomited a lot of blood unconsciously.

He even dyed the brown robe on Ye Siming's chest into deep black!

His slender palms tightly protected Gu Nuo'er's body, constantly maintaining her weak life and breathing with evil power.

At this moment, Ye Siming realized that the one who could save Gu Nuo'er should not be a mortal man.

He gritted his teeth and turned his horse's head, galloping towards the most famous Taishi Temple in Daqi.

There was enshrined his lifelong enemy—

Gods and Buddhas.