nashuaworldcup Chapter 139 1 drops of hard work
Chapter 139 1 drops of hard work
Both of them showed surprise on their faces.
Along the way, the number of herbs they found with great difficulty was extremely limited, only enough for Qingmo to take.
As for the shocking wounds on Yunmei and Dahua, they could only be treated with some simple bandages.
How could one not be overjoyed when hearing that Zi Li actually possessed some magical skills?
Zi Li walked forward gracefully and gently raised her jade hand. In an instant, a pink light as bright as the clouds burst out from her palm, as dazzling as a gorgeous firework blooming in the night sky.
This soft and mysterious pink light floated down lightly like a lively elf, landing accurately on the bodies of Yunmei and Dahua.
The wounds on their bodies were actually healing slowly...
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Huangfu Yi came as promised and slowly stepped into Dongfang Qingmo's room.
The room was filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.
Dongfang Qingmo was closing his eyes and regulating his breathing when he felt someone approaching. He thought to himself that it must be Qian Shuishui returning.
Then, she curled up the corners of her mouth into a faint smile and said softly, "Shui Shui, what took you so long? Did you encounter something interesting on the way and got delayed?"
After waiting for a long time, no one responded.
Dongfang Qingmo no longer hesitated, concentrating his energy and trying his best to repair the damaged meridians.
I saw a faint light all around her, and as time went by, the light became brighter and brighter.
Finally, after some effort, she successfully repaired her meridians and slowly opened her eyes.
When Dongfang Qingmo saw clearly that the person in front of him was not Qian Shuishuihuo but Huangfu Yi, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise: "Young Master Huangfu?"
For a moment, I didn't know how to deal with this sudden situation.
Huangfu Yi was originally staring at Dongfang Qingmo's beautiful face, but after hearing her exclamation, he instantly came to his senses and quickly withdrew his gaze.
He opened his mouth, but the concerned greeting on the tip of his tongue was swallowed back. Instead, he pretended to be indifferent and asked, "I heard you came to see me. Is there something you want to discuss?"
"Ah?" Dongfang Qingmo was stunned at first, then he understood that this must be Qian Shuishui's doing.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but groan inwardly, and at the same time felt panic and nervous.
Even the feeling of surprise when I first saw Huangfu Yi disappeared without a trace at this moment.
After a brief silence, Dongfang Qingmo took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak: "Young Master Huangfu, I have a way to defeat An Wuhen, but I need your full cooperation."
After saying that, she looked at Huangfu Yi expectantly, hoping to get a positive answer from him.
Huangfu Yi's sword-like eyebrows raised slightly, his deep and sharp eyes revealed a strong interest. He stared at the person in front of him and asked impatiently: "Oh? What is this wonderful method? Tell me quickly."
Dongfang Qingmo stared at Huangfu Yi's handsome face, but she looked hesitant. She bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her eyes flickering, as if she was struggling fiercely in her heart.
After a long while, she stammered, "Well... I need to borrow the young master's sword... and, and..."
Having said this, she suddenly stopped talking, as if the following words were an insurmountable chasm that made it impossible for her to say them out loud.
Such an unreasonable request was too embarrassing for the always reserved Dongfang Qingmo!
At this point, if I don’t make things clear, I’m afraid I will never have a chance to defeat that terrifying An Wuhen.
Thinking of this, she took a deep breath, mustered up the courage and prepared to continue.
Huangfu Yi frowned when he saw her so conflicted, and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, just say it."
Encouraged by Huangfu Yi, Dongfang Qingmo finally made up his mind. He raised his head and looked directly into his eyes, saying word by word, "We still need one more drop of the young master's heart's blood!"
Upon hearing this, Huangfu Yi's face instantly turned gloomy, and the originally relaxed atmosphere suddenly froze.
He clenched his fists tightly and remained silent, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Heart bleeding? !
His master once told him that he must never give his precious blood to others.
this......
Dongfang Qingmo's heart tightened upon seeing this, and he thought to himself: Is he really going to refuse? No, I absolutely cannot give up like this!
Just as she was about to speak up to persuade him, Huangfu Yi suddenly broke the suffocating silence and said slowly, "If this method can really defeat An Wuhen, then a mere drop of my heart's blood is nothing."
Whatever, if I can avenge my master, even if it means taking his life, what does it matter?!
Dongfang Qingmo was stunned when he heard this. His mouth dropped open, his eyes wide, and a wave of shock surged in his heart. He froze in place, his mind blank, with only three big exclamation marks left—"!!!"
Is it just such a simple decision?!
She originally thought that she would need to persuade him for a long time and earnestly, and she had even prepared herself mentally countless times in her heart, ready to deal with various possible situations and rebuttals.
She found it hard to believe that the other party agreed so readily at this moment.
Dongfang Qingmo regained his composure and stammered, "Uh... you, you trust me so much? Aren't you worried that I might deceive you?"
Huangfu Yi just smiled faintly when he heard this. The smile was as warm as the spring sun, but it also revealed a hint of determination.
He slowly stretched out his right hand, gently picked up a pair of sharp scissors placed on the table beside him, and then without hesitation pointed the tip of the scissors at his heart, as if to stab it hard.
At this critical moment, a delicate voice was heard: "Wait!"
Immediately afterwards, a graceful figure jumped down from the bed like lightning.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Huangfu Yi.
She was agile and moved at an astonishing speed, as if time had stopped at that moment.
It happened in a flash. Just as the extremely sharp scissors flashing with cold light were about to pierce Huangfu Yi's heart, Dongfang Qingmo stretched out his hands without hesitation and tightly grasped the deadly weapon.
At this moment, Dongfang Qingmo's jade hand and Huangfu Yi's big hand holding the scissors were tightly intertwined, like a pair of close lovers.
Their palms were pressed tightly together, their skin touching, and they could even feel each other's temperature and pulse.
In an instant, an indescribable strange feeling spread rapidly throughout their bodies like an electric current.
Huangfu Yi stared blankly at the beautiful face in front of him, and a wave of emotion surged in his heart.
Dongfang Qingmo's skin is as smooth and delicate as white jade; under her curved eyebrows, her beautiful eyes are clear and moving, like stars; under her high nose bridge, her cherry lips are slightly raised, revealing a touch of stubbornness and determination.
Such a stunning beauty made Huangfu Yi's heart skip a beat involuntarily.
The first person to come back to his senses from this ambiguous atmosphere was Dongfang Qingmo.
She suddenly let go of her hand as if she was scalded, and then staggered back.
The pretty face, which was originally as white as snow, instantly showed a faint blush, as tempting and lovely as a ripe apple.
Why... why are his hands so warm?!
Dongfang Qingmo lowered her head, her heart pounding. Her mind kept recalling the touch at that moment, and her heart was already in a mess.
"Why are you stopping me?" Huangfu Yi frowned slightly and slowly put down the scissors in his hand.
Dongfang Qingmo, who was standing aside, lowered his eyes, as if he had a thousand words to say but couldn't find the words to say. After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "This matter of taking the heart's blood is no small matter. It must be done with the Dragon Roar Sword..."
Her voice became lower and lower.
If you just use ordinary scissors to draw blood, it may be difficult to achieve the desired effect.
After hearing this, Huangfu Yi nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the reason.
He turned around and swiftly unhooked the Dragon Roar Sword from his back.