"What's wrong with you? Your face is so pale!" Mu Xi walked closer and saw that Yan Jiuming's face was a little pale, without a trace of blood.

"I'm fine, I'm just giving up my old illness. No big deal, cough cough!" Yan Jiuming fainted on her bed as soon as he finished speaking.

Before Mu Xi could move, a figure came down from the beam of the room and put Yan Jiuming who fainted on the bed. Looking at his fragile appearance, for some reason, her heart felt as if it was pierced by Wan Jian.

Mu Xi ignored this strange feeling and grabbed Yan Jiuming's wrist and pulse. Mu Xi's face instantly looked at Yan Jiuming who fainted in shock, because Yan Jiuming's pulse is now very chaotic and sometimes not, as if it will stop beating in the next second.

Ling did not stop Mu Xi's movements, but just secretly observed Mu Xi's face.

Mu Xi took the pulse again uncertainly, and this time he also added spiritual power to the pulse. Then he pulled open Yan Jiuming's clothes. There was a thin black line on the inside of his arm, but now the black line is about to spread to the heart.

Although she didn't know what was wrong with him now, as long as this black thin line reached the heart, Yan Jiuming would undoubtedly die, and even the Daluo god could not save her life.

Mu Xi turned his head and asked Ling: "What's going on with him?"

Ling looked at her solemn expression and still told her about her master's affairs: "Master, I have been given this kind of poison since I was a child, and I only do it once every time. This is a poison that the emperor found in order to suppress the master. We have not found a way to cure it until now..."

Mu Xi listened quietly to Ling telling this, but the hand that was hanging on the side clenched into a fist exposed her inner fluctuations. Why didn't she expect that this poison was actually the poison that was slaughtered by the current emperor? Mu Xi felt a little heartbroken, but wasn't she betrayed by the person she dearest? What's more, she was a person in the royal family.

Ling looked at her and suddenly didn't want to say what she said. The master became like this and saw the situation in the Purgatory Tower, which caused the master's cultivation to decline, and he could not suppress the cold poison to become like this.

I guess now that Mu Xi will only feel guilty towards his master and have no other feelings, so it would be better not to say it.

"Please take care of my master here. I'll go and Prince Chu called me over."

After Ling left, Mu Xi sat by the bed and looked at Yan Jiuming with a pale face, and wiped his cold sweat from time to time.

Chu Qingyu saw this scene when he came, but now he didn't have so much time to think about it. He took his silver needle and walked to the bed and inserted it quickly and accurately on several large acupoints of Yan Jiuming. Mu Xi was watching from the side. It turned out that Chu Qingyu had just closed Yan Jiuming's senses, but Yan Jiuming still had pain.

After Chu Qingyu finished working, she sat aside and drank water violently, wiped her mouth with her sleeve, and then began to talk about Yan Jiuming's condition: "Now Ajiu's illness is getting shorter and shorter. He can survive this time, but it does not mean that he can survive the next time, but I have not found a way to cure him yet."

Speaking of this, Chu Qingyu, a big man, actually started crying loudly in the room, and the air was filled with silence.
Chapter completed!