Author: Yiwanyue

The white fox's understatement of sarcasm was like two slaps, slapping the Wen couple's faces hard.

Mother Wen was startled and said hurriedly: "Xiaolan, didn't you say that the injury is almost healed? How could this be?"

Father Wen also frowned: "You kid, how dare you show off after being injured so badly."

For a moment, the Wen family and his wife felt full of guilt.

They couldn't help but wonder, did they really give too much care to their little daughter? After all, Sang Sang had been in poor health since she was a child and needed the care of her family.

Wen Lan is the elder sister. She has been sensible since she was a child and does not need to worry about her family. As a result, the Wen family gradually ignored one thing. Wen Lan is also their daughter, and she will also be hurt.

Guilt and self-blame swept through the hearts of the Wen family and his wife.

Wen's mother was about to step forward to check Wen Lan's injury when Wen Sang suddenly sobbed and cried: "Sister, why didn't you tell me earlier? It's all my fault. If I had found out earlier, I would have hired the best doctor for you."

There were tears in Wen Sang's eyes.

She ran to Wen Lan's side and saw two deep wounds on Wen Lan's neck. Tears fell heavily and she was out of breath from crying.

Seeing this, Wen's mother quickly took out a tissue and wiped Wen Sang's tears: "Sang Sang, don't cry. The doctor said you shouldn't be too emotional. Sit down quickly."

Father Wen also pulled Wen Sang: "Your sister is a monk, and there is an alchemist in the college. This injury will definitely be cured. Don't worry - hey, you kid, you always feel so sorry for your sister."

The Wen family members gathered around Wen Sang and asked him about his welfare.

Only Wen Lan sat there alone.

She was used to this scene.

Sometimes Wen Lan really doesn't understand that just because she is a sister, is she destined to be ignored by her parents?

The more sensible children are, why do they have less candy?

Su Nuan warned Wen Lan with a serious expression: "Your injury must be treated as soon as possible. Blood Spirit's teeth are poisonous. If the poison penetrates deep into the internal organs, even a high-level alchemist will not be able to save your life."

Wen Lan seemed to be listening to Su Nuan's words, but she seemed not to.

Her eyes were dazed.

The white fox eating an apple in the corner couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a whimpering voice: "Wen Sang, can you please stop crying! You cry so fake, it hurts my ears."

Wen Sang choked and looked at the white fox with wet eyes.

Mother Wen said dissatisfied: "What do you know about this dog? Sangsang was admitted to the intensive care unit right after she was born. The doctor said that her heart was not good and she should not be too emotional -"

The white fox pointed at Wen Lan, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa: "Wen Sang, mother, please figure it out! Wen Lan is the one who is seriously ill now. Wen Lan was bitten by the blood spirit and is probably about to die. You're the oldest

Your daughter is almost dead, and you are still caring about your little daughter who is bouncing around."

Mother Wen was stunned for a moment and said subconsciously: "That's nonsense. Xiaolan is a monk, and monks are less likely to die."

In the eyes of ordinary people, monks are equal to gods.

Gods have vast magical powers and live long lives, so they will not die from a minor illness or pain.

The white fox rolled his eyes and almost rolled his eyes to the sky. He felt that the Wen family's parents were hopeless: "The monks below the fifth level are all slightly stronger ordinary people! You will still die if you are poisoned. Can you have some common sense?"

The fifth level is the dividing line for monks.

From junior monks to fourth-level monks, they cultivate the internal organs and bones, strengthen the body, and even fly short distances. But it is only physical exercise. If you are seriously injured, you will die directly.

Fifth-level monks and above cultivate the soul. As long as the monk's soul is still there, he will not die even if his body is destroyed.

Seeing the white fox's firm tone, Mother Wen's expression changed.

Father Wen next to him quickly asked Su Jinyan: "Jin Yan, can Xiaolan's injury be saved?"

Su Jinyan pondered for a moment and then said, "Uncle, don't worry, there are many outstanding alchemists in the Mysterious Academy, and they will definitely be able to cure Xiaolan's disease."

It's just a small blood spirit wound, and it can be cured quickly by hiring an outstanding alchemist from the academy.

With Su Jinyan's assurance, the Wen family finally felt relieved.

The monk's injury can be easily cured. This white fox exaggerates Haikou and is really a cunning fox.

"Xiao Lan, don't hide your injuries from your family in the future, otherwise your parents will be sad, you know?" Mother Wen felt unhappy and told Wen Lan, "You have always been very sensible, don't let your mother down."

Wen Lan opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

But she seemed unable to say anything.

The white fox sniffed the room carefully, only smelling a faint scent of the blood spirit, and could not determine the specific location of the blood spirit.

It had no choice but to spread its fox paws regretfully and return to Su Nuan: "I can confirm that the blood spirit must often wander around your Wen family——"

Mother Wen was startled and subconsciously held Wen Sang's hand: "In our house? What can we do? Why does this monster refuse to let go of my poor Sang Sang!"

Wen Sang was only eighteen years old and had been frail and sickly since childhood.

Now we're being targeted by a terrifying monster again!

Mother Wen was extremely worried.

The white fox rubbed his ears and was speechless: "How many times do I have to tell you that Wen Sang is the only daughter in your family? What if the blood spirit's target is Wen Lan? You should at least show some concern for Wen Lan."

Mother Wen spoke without thinking: "Xiaolan is a monk, she -"

Only then did Wen's mother realize that Wen Lan was also seriously injured.

Mother Wen felt guilty.

But then I thought about it, Xiaolan is a monk with great magical powers after all. Even if she is injured, she should be more powerful than Sangsang. Thinking about this, Wen's mother shifted her worries to her youngest daughter.

Sangsang was just an ordinary human girl, with no cultivation, weak and sickly. She was originally a poor child with an ill-fated fate, and she was targeted by a terrifying monster. She was really pitiful.

Mother Wen's eyes were red, and she cast a pleading look at Wen Lan and Su Jinyan: "Jin Yan, Xiao Lan, can you send some monks to patrol near our house? In case a monster attacks Sangsang."

Su Jinyan nodded: "Auntie, don't worry, the Nancheng Guards will patrol the area every day."

The Wen family was relieved.

Su Nuan didn't find out the whereabouts of the blood spirit for the time being, so he got up and prepared to leave.

Wen Lan personally walked her to the door. It was already dusk outside, and the light red sunset light shone down softly, making Wen Lan's originally pale face blush.

Wen Lan said softly: "Su Nuan, investigating blood spirits is a very dangerous task. You have no cultivation, so be careful in everything and don't take risks easily."

Every year, many monks from Nancheng Mysterious Academy die at the claws of monsters.

Wen Lan doesn't want to see Su Nuan become the next victim.

Su Nuan nodded lightly: "Your injury needs treatment, we can't delay it any longer."

Wen Lan lowered her eyes: "I know, by the way, Su Nuan, the school will organize a freshman exam tomorrow, please remember to review."

Su Nuan: "Okay."

The white fox squeezed his paws, still full of anger, and said angrily to Wen Lan: "Your parents are really too partial! If you have the chance, scold them to wake them up! I can't stand such partial parents the most, and I wish I could swallow them all up."
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