Chapter 35 Yihongyuan Hotel (34)

Mu Yingshan lowered his head and looked at Yuan Qingli, who was lying on the cold ground. Rotten flesh and blood were piled beside her.

Her bruises were obvious and her breathing was weak.

Almost dead.

Tsk, trouble.

Where are the mass graves of this world?

No, it seems to be called something...

crematorium?

…

Yuan Qingli thought she was dead, but when she opened her eyes, she saw the sword fairy's face that was so handsome that even women would be jealous.

However, the cold is even more suffocating than thousands of years of ice.

Mu Yingshan held his sword and leaned against the slightly damaged door of the operating room.

The boy on the operating table also recovered and was able to roll out of bed and walk around. His open heart was also covered by surgical clothes.

Um? ! back to normal?

Yuan Qingli was about to exclaim when she felt a faint taste of lotus in her mouth.

"Sister, you're awake." The young man squatted in front of Yuan Qingli, stretched out his five fingers and waved them in front of her eyes, "What is this?"

Yuan Qingli stroked his hand away, "I was hurt, not stupid."

The coldness on her fingertips startled Yuan Qingli.

She glanced at the pale boy, who smiled brightly: "Thank you, sister, my name is Meng Yu. I heard from this brother, your name is Little Fairy?"

"Ahem, just call me Yuan Qingli. Let's continue discussing the next thing!" Why do I feel ashamed every time I'm called a fairy?

Yuan Qingli checked her whole body and found that she didn't feel much pain. She clearly remembered that her injuries were serious before she fell into coma. She cast her doubtful eyes towards the Sword Immortal.

"It won't do me any good if you die."

Thinking of the taste of lotus in her mouth, Yuan Qingli wondered: "What did you feed me?"

"Two hundred years of Lotus Clear Pill."

"What? Lianhua Qingwen capsule? Or two hundred years old?"

"There's another five-hundred-year-old one, but it's not worth using for you yet." The Sword Immortal said lightly.

"..."

Is this about the year? It’s not like drinking Moutai. It’s expired two hundred years ago. What should I do if I get poisoned?

However, it seems that this expired medicine is still effective.

Yuan Qingli couldn't help but think of those hot-selling items in the drugstore. Jianxian's Lianhua Qing Pills, Xiuxian brand, should be fetched at a good price, so she asked if they were still available.

Abandoning those strange thoughts, Yuan Qingli looked solemn.

"The operating room will serve as our base for the time being." Yuan Qingli mused, "The ghost-faced man will probably send more monsters to catch us. Although I don't know why they haven't come yet."

No matter what, they have to return to the world outside the mirror.

So Yuan Qingli planned: "We have to go back to the 13th floor."

A trace of surprise flashed in Mu Yingshan's eyes, and he looked at Yuan Qingli with a very strange expression: "There is no good part of your body now, and you want to go back? You will die."

"This is a deal between me and the long-tongued ghost. If you can't find the clues, you can't complete it. In the end, if you can't clear the game, you will die anyway?" Yuan Qingli was very open-minded about this aspect.

Mu Yingshan didn't forget how this woman had a cold expression and a calm tone when she said, "I can destroy any rebellious items that I have."

It was probably because Mu Yingshan's eyes were too straightforward.

Yuan Qingli shrugged: "Don't be reluctant to leave just because this world has released your strength."

But because the arc of the movement was too large, she grimaced in pain.

Mu Yingshan was disgusted, snorted coldly, and didn't answer any more.

He had just released some of his spiritual consciousness in this building, and he really didn't feel the monster's breath.

So it's safe to go upstairs at this moment.

Yuan Qingli rearranged herself and put the ax on her waist.

"My body is indeed broken. But you still have to face what you have to face. However, thank you for the medicine."

The sound stopped suddenly, and Yuan Qingli walked up to Mu Yingshan, her blood-stained palm passed across the side of his hand, and pressed it on the door neither lightly nor hard, one-handed.

Meng Yu, a melon-eater, blinked: Is this Men Dong from the TV series?