The school uniform of Wuhua School has multiple layers, with light red gauze on the outside, off-white middle coat, and white lining. Except that the black spot on the outer gauze is not very obvious, there is also a very small black spot on the overlap between the middle coat and the lining after it is opened, which is very obvious against the white background.
In the innermost part, on the fair skin, there is a small red dot in the same place, which looks like a mark of a mosquito bite. It was nothing at first, but in the current situation, it seems very suspicious.
True Lord Yuan Heng touched the red dot with his fingertips, piercing out subtle spiritual power. After a while, he withdrew his spiritual power thread, left the red dot, and said in a deep voice: "It is true that someone injected toxins into the superficial layers of the body through this place. Although the amount is not large, it is enough to destroy a person. If Ning Ning If my nephew cannot receive treatment in time, it is very likely that his foundation will be damaged and he will no longer be able to practice."
Hearing this, He Haigong's eyes widened with anger. He didn't expect the thief to be so ruthless and wanted to ruin the possibility of a monk's cultivation. A monk has tried the last scenery in the human world, but his qualifications to embark on the road to immortality have been ruined. Life is worse than death.
True Lord Yuan Heng looked at the two of them with pity, and personally covered Ning Xia with clothes and carefully covered him, saying: "Master Nephew Jin was probably supporting Master Nephew Ning. During his movements, he was hit by the poison residue attached to the clothes and was hit." A little bit of poison, very shallow. But this poison is extremely powerful, a little bit is enough to put a person in crisis, and that’s why he was infected.”
"This officer is very poisonous."
"There is something strange about this matter both inside and out. The two of them showed signs of being poisoned at the market, but when I brought them back just now, their black lips, sunken eye sockets, and black marks had all disappeared. He went down. Apart from being comatose, this person was as normal as a sleeping person, and all the symptoms of poisoning have disappeared. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have been able to tell that they were poisoned."
"Lin Rong, don't say it's you. I almost couldn't find it. When I first took a pulse, their pulses were faintly visible, but the other symptoms were as if they were fine. If you hadn't insisted that they were poisoned, no matter how careful I was, If you look closely and extract the poison in time, this person may be saved."
Everyone felt cold in their hearts.
He Haigong, who had just been communicating in a low voice with the awake Jin Lin, said to True Lord Yuanheng: "True Lord! Junior sister Ning was hit by someone first and then fell down, and that's what happened next. The guy who hit someone After a while, all the people disappeared, and then all our attention was focused on Zhenren Jiang, and we had no time to pursue the person who escaped."
"Now that I think about it, there is no doubt that it was that person. I remember that the other person bumped into Junior Sister Ning's left shoulder, causing her to fall. The junior just asked A Lin, and he also had the same impression." He Haigong was very excited, as if he wanted to run out immediately. Catch that hateful plotter and avenge your junior brothers and sisters.
Master Ming Jing and Master Yuan Heng looked at each other and saw the heaviness in each other's eyes.
"Come prepared."
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No matter how miserable Ning Xiaoxia is.
In the distant Middle-earth continent
On one of the main peaks of Xuantian Sword Sect, the sky was dark with dark clouds, and there were faint purple thunder and lightning in the clouds, exuding a terrifying power from a distance.
The young man stood in the square and looked up at the majestic scene. He still held a broom in his hand and looked at the handyman disciple who should be cleaning the place.
The manager saw a dazed person from a distance, walked over with a frown, and hit the boy on the head, causing the boy to scream and the new broom in his hand fell to the ground.
"Oh, oh, oh, it hurts, it hurts, s--" Looking at the other person's hoarse, grinning expression, which seemed to be deliberately exaggerated, but unexpectedly cute, the older man in charge couldn't help but laugh.
"You still know it hurts. You deserve to hide here and be lazy. A little naughty boy like you should temper your temper and sweep the floor obediently. You can understand it quickly so you can go back to practice." The manager said in a rare kind voice. explain. He was in a good mood today and didn't care. He rarely gave the other person a few words of advice.
"No! I understand. Hey, boss, can I ask a question?" Someone who was very familiar with him came up to him shamelessly and asked.
"Say it!" The manager looked impatient, but he still acquiesced to the other party's extravagance. Maybe he was bored and wanted to find someone to chat with.
"There is such a huge momentum over there, but there is a noble person who wants a golden elixir or a baby?" Ayao was very curious. He was born in a peasant family and knew nothing about the world of cultivation. When he first arrived, he was curious about everything.
The manager took a look at the child's brand-new handyman clothes and the broom that was obviously newly assigned, and it became clear that this child should be the new handyman disciple who came to work the day before yesterday.
"You asked me about this to the right person." The manager, who was very impatient at first, suddenly became very energetic and seemed to be very knowledgeable about A Yao's topic.
Ayao quickly cheered up and wanted to hear interesting things about this world of cultivation.
"There is indeed a golden elixir over there. He has been there since morning. I heard he is the grandson of Lord Lingxu." The manager said.
"The grandson of the True Lord? Wow, that must be very powerful. I have never seen such a noble person in my life." Ayao sighed.
"Ha, what kind of noble person is that?" Unexpectedly, the manager looked very disdainful when he heard A Yao's praise.
"Eh?"
"What would you think if I tell you that the so-called nobleman has been promoted to the Golden Core for the twenty-ninth time?" The director's eyes flickered, seeming to contain an indescribable meaning.
Ah Yao looked at the manager in complete surprise, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"So this noble man failed for promotion twenty-nine times?"
"Where? The grandson of Lord Lingxu has an amazing talent. He has successfully formed elixirs every time." The manager let out a harsh laugh, which contained sarcasm.
"That is how the matter?"
The manager waved his hand to the young newcomer, beckoning him to come over, and someone ran over like a pug.
"That guy has lost his power, hahaha, it's all gone. It's of no use. What about the grandson of Dao Lord Yuanying? So what if he's extremely talented? If he can't be promoted smoothly, he's just a useless person! A useless person!" The boss's expression was very crazy, and his brows and eyes were filled with countless joy, which scared the young man and took two steps back.
Ayao held the broom and stared blankly at the clouds that were about to dissipate in the distance and the looming golden elixir phenomenon. He kept replaying the slightly crazy look of the director in his mind.
A gust of cold wind blew, and he was so frightened that he quickly picked up the broom and continued to clean the square, as if nothing had happened just now.
No matter what, life still has to go on.
The young man in the main peak sat upright, his pale face neither happy nor sad, his bony metacarpal bones clenched his knees tightly, and the excessive force made the pale joints reveal a trace of redness.
There was no trace of spiritual power in him.
An almost inaudible sigh sounded in the room.
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