As Dr. Liaoyan said, Yanhongwangchensi really saved them a lot of trouble.
The person who was guarding the registration immediately lowered his head or looked around when he saw Shui Miaomiao. He did not dare to look directly at Shui Miaomiao. He just said a few words about life and death and let the three of them leave easily.
Gradually moving away from the crowd, Doctor Lianyuan summoned the fairy ship without saying a word.
"Okay? Didn't they say that fairy ships are more likely to cause blizzards?"
"Whether it's good or not, it's impossible for us to sleep outdoors in the snowy field, not to mention how your master can stay in the ice and snow for a long time? We are talking about the fact that we can't rise too high or drive too fast, so we can't cause a blizzard."
Doctor Liaoyan took Shui Miaomiao and helped Wen Renxian, who was a little dizzy due to low fever, onto the fairy boat with difficulty, and directed Shui Miaomiao, "Go get a bucket of snow, hurry up."
Carrying a few buckets of snow and boarding the fairy ship, Shui Miaomiao took off her crane cloak and red silk while panting, and asked worriedly, "Why is it suddenly serious? The sun has not set yet."
"Because we have arrived in the snowfield, I may have thought that I have found a balance at night, but it is not enough. It is more troublesome than I thought. Maybe it is because of the medicine in the past few days, which aggravated the effect. Damn it." Dr. Liaoyan showed a few traces of his face. Eagerly, he drew the snow into thin threads and attached them to Wen Renxian's naked upper body to form a meridians.
Sensing some restlessness in the room, Shui Miaomiao said, "I can."
"You can't." Dr. Liaoyan interrupted Shui Miaomiao without hesitation, pushed Shui Miaomiao out of the door, and said with a fierce look, "If you have time to panic, find something to do for yourself, such as making a bowl of hot soup. , don’t disturb my treatment!”
Will Shui Miaomiao be scared? The spiritual energy in the house was gradually rising and overflowing. How could Shui Miaomiao, who was most sensitive to this, leave? She leaned nervously against the wall outside the house, putting her hands on her heart and praying constantly. Can she use the spirit control technique here? Play a soothing role?
Doctor Liaoyan's suppression for these days seemed to explode at this moment, and the collapsing spiritual power collided wantonly, flying through doors and windows, destroying everything.
"Ah." Shui Miaomiao groaned, closed her eyes, and covered her head with both hands. She watched her fluttering dress being torn apart by spiritual power, her hair flying and cutting her hands, and blood dripping down, disorderly. Reiki briefly found peace.
Shui Miaomiao rushed into the room without hesitation and ran towards Dr. Lianyuan. He was staggering but unwilling to step back. Shui Miaomiao held his arm.
"Are you asking me to play while you can't understand people?" Dr. Liaoyan yelled, but before he could finish his words, there was a mouthful of deep red blood.
Shui Miaomiao wiped the blood from the corner of Dr. Liaoyuan's mouth with her sleeve. At this moment, she was the calmest person in the room. "You are the backbone of our doctor. You shouldn't rush to the front, so let me try. What are you thinking about?" There is a way, if I can’t do it, you’ll have to take care of it, right?”
"You." Doctor Liaoyan sat down on the ground helplessly, watching Shui Miaomiao walk towards Wen Renxian, kneeling down in front of him, hugging his shoulders, and touching his forehead to his forehead.
I can do it, Shui Miaomiao encouraged herself secretly.
It wasn't the first time that Wen Renxian had been calmed down by her out-of-control spiritual power. Although the factors of those few accidents were a bit high, after all, she was in such a mess at the time that she relied on instinct, but it was impossible for her to be unable to do it when she was sober.
It seems that it is really difficult.
Wen Renxian's spiritual energy repels Shui Miaomiao clearly and clearly, while protecting and pushing away Shui Miaomiao, it hurts uncontrollably. Hot blood dripped onto Wen Renxian's body.
"Master." Shui Miaomiao begged, hugging Wenrenxian tighter and tighter, "Help me, help me, okay, help me Wenrenxian."
Wen Renxian said that he was not a saint and that he restrained and suppressed him, but Shui Miaomiao always tried her best to tease him. Why on earth?
He thought about simply asking, but when he saw her clear and innocent eyes, thought of her having a fiancé, and heard her calling him master, he couldn't ask anything.
At some point, his arms wrapped around Shui Miaomiao's back.
Feeling out of control once again, Wen Renxian suddenly closed his arms and pulled the person into his arms, but Shui Miaomiao heaved a sigh of relief and accepted the impact of the spiritual energy obediently, comforted him and returned it...
Dr. Shui Miaomiao really wanted to rush forward and tear the two of them apart, but he had no position, and as a doctor, Shui Miaomiao's move was indeed very effective in calming the loss of control. He closed his eyes unbearably. Trying to blind myself, I fed myself a pill and adjusted my breath like crazy, hoping that I could recover quickly.
If he could predict it, he would not agree to guarantee that it would be non-damaging. He would use his hands to chip away several levels of Wen Renxian's cultivation. The spiritual power in the transformation stage was out of control, and it was still difficult for him to suppress it.
Shui Miaomiao's slight gasping sound sounded like an explosion in Doctor Liaoyan's ears. He jumped up from the ground, his eyes were burning, and his hands clenched into fists with a clicking sound.
With just one glance, Dr. Liaoyan turned her head away and was so angry that her whole body trembled.
Shui Miaomiao was held in Wen Renxian's arms as soft as a bone, her sweaty gasps mixed with a few strands of crying.
If it happened again, Shui Miaomiao said that she would drink several taels of white wine every now and then. It was really painful to wake up, and some overwhelming emotions rushed towards her, such as joy and joy... without giving her a chance to breathe.
She could have tried to accept these invitations, which would have made her feel better, but there was always a rotting fragrance of flowers that was causing trouble. They turned into thorns and vines and strangled her heart, preventing her from responding to everything. Only pain could Keep her awake.
She retreated timidly, but Wen Renxian grabbed her wrist tightly and pressed it on her heart. Listening to the heartbeat that was beating for her every second, fire was wrapped around the vines in an attempt to burn it and free it.
It's hard to say who will win, but Shui Miaomiao is in pain. Several times she wants to bite the shoulder and neck that restrains her, but she tries hard to restrain herself. She can't be messed up. Every time her spiritual energy loses control, she loses control. If you hurt Wen Renxian, you never know when his meridians will be completely destroyed.
The first time he noticed that the spiritual power around him had stabilized, Doctor Liaoyan picked up the crane cloak on the ground, strode towards Shui Miaomiao, and threw the crane cloak up while looking at the sky.
Is it very heavy?
Shui Miaomiao panted and struggled, carefully retracted her wrist, laid Wen Renxian flat on the ground, felt his pulse with her poor medical skills, and breathed a sigh of relief.
He stretched out his hand to Dr. Liaoyan who was standing aside. Dr. Liaoyan put his hands behind his back and looked at the roof. He didn't know what he was looking at, but he was fascinated and indifferent.
Shui Miaomiao pulled on Dr. Liaoyan's trousers and climbed up on her own, "Can you help me with my leg cramps?"
Doctor Liayan was stunned when he heard the noise and almost kicked Shui Miaomiao away. He didn't recover until he felt a falling sensation on his pants and grabbed his belt.
"How are you still conscious?" Dr. Liaoyan asked in surprise as if he had seen a ghost.
Shui Miaomiao stood up with difficulty while holding on to the arm held out by Dr. Liuyan, gasping for breath, "I'm not as weak as you think, okay? They both treat me like a porcelain doll."
"That's not the problem." Doctor Liuyan looked back at Wen Renxian who was lying on the ground, "You should lie down with him now, and I am thinking about how to separate you two without damaging your respective auras. That’s the normal process.”
"What do you want to do?" Shui Miaomiao glanced at Doctor Liaoyan warily, rolled up her broken sleeves to cover the bruise on her wrist, "Don't even think about taking the opportunity to check my pulse."
