Zhao Guilin only felt that he had suddenly arrived in a very warm place and could not hear the voices of those people just now.

The air he was surrounded by a faint fragrance of peach blossoms, and the sound of water echoed in his ears like a moving piano sound. He sat there quietly, feeling the sudden peace, and it felt as soft as falling into a piece of cotton.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Mo Qing said, "Don't ask anything first. It's safe here. You don't have to worry. I want to treat the ancestor first. His injuries are really serious."

"Yeah, I understand."

Zhao Guilin had already felt at ease for no reason. He nodded slightly and leaned back on a peach tree and waited quietly.

The fox was seriously injured and fainted just now.

Mo Qingwan knew that the wounds on his body were filled with phoenix tail butterfly poisonous powder at this moment, so he was so weak.

Without hesitation, she took out a dagger and cut her wrist. First, she let the blood drip on the largest blood hole in his chest. The silver-white powder seemed to be afraid of Mo Qingwan's blood. It was originally stuck to the fox's wound, but as the blood dripped in, all the powder disappeared.

Mo Qingwan pressed her arms with her hands, hoping to let more blood flow out. At the same time, she also took a few pills made by the fox to save her life.

"One, two, three...one hundred and thirteen..."

Every time Mo Qingwan washed his wounds, he counted in a low voice, and the tears never stopped. Looking at the fox's face that was very arrogant when he was asleep, Mo Qingwan felt really uncomfortable.

"Apart from the minor injuries, you have 113 large wounds on your body. I really don't understand why you are so willing to be tortured by them just for my face? I have said a long time ago that I don't care at all! And only in this way can I remind myself at all times that I can't be confused by appearances anymore."

Zhao Guilin was not far away. Just listening to Mo Qingwan's words, he felt like a knife was twisted.

"Old ancestor just hopes you are as happy as before."

Mo Qing lost too much blood and his eyes turned dark. She smiled bitterly and shook her head: "Will I be happy like this? The crime I suffered is my own fault, but now I have to bear it for me, which will only make me more painful."

Mo Qingwan reached out and waved his hand, mixed a grain of Xirang into her blood beads, then walked to Zhao Guilin, and asked Xirang to wrap his eyes.

"I just looked at it. Your eyes should be just poisoned. This Xilan can cure your eyes. Just wait quietly."

Zhao Guilin smelled a strong smell of blood on her body, and her aura was very weak.

"Wanwan, are you okay? Why is your breath so unstable?"

Mo Qingwan stood up and said, "I'm fine but I've been crying for a long time."

After saying that, she walked back to the fox, cut open the other wrist, and then pinched the fox's cheek, allowing blood to drip into his mouth.

Mo Qingwan leaned into his ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "They take you all your essence and blood, and I will give you all your essence and blood. When you get better, I will definitely kill Zhao Hanlin and avenge you!"

I don’t know how long it took, but it was so long that Mo Qingwan felt that he could no longer hold on, so he fainted.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying in the bamboo house. She hurriedly searched around, but was surprised to find that on the couch on the other side, a snow-white fox was quietly lying on the couch.

Zhao Guilin was sitting quietly aside, frowning.

"Why?"

Mo Qingwan turned over and wanted to get up, but she was too weak and her arms fell from the bed as soon as she felt weak.

"Wanwan!"

When Zhao Guilin saw her, he rushed over and helped her up.

"Why did the ancestor become like this? I have already fed him blood!" Mo Qingwan asked crying.

Zhao Guilin shook his head: "I don't know. When I woke up, I saw you fainted, and the ancestor also became like this. I found that his pulse was stable, but I didn't wake up."

Mo Qingwan fell and crawled to the fox, reached out to touch his neck, and looked into his nose. He breathed smoothly, and the wounds on his body disappeared, and his snow-white fur was spotless.

"In my opinion, will the ancestor be dormant and recuperate as before?" Zhao Guilin asked.

Mo Qingwan felt that he was right and finally felt relieved.

Nodded and said, "You are right, this must be the case."

"You have lost too much blood, so let's take a break soon." Zhao Guilin held her arm.

Mo Qing Wanyou staggered up and walked back to the bamboo bed and lay down.

"By the way, my elder brother, I haven't given him medicine yet." Mo Qingwan suddenly remembered and was about to get up.

Zhao Guilin stopped her: "Don't move around. I just saw Mo Zhu. He was in the peach forest. Tell me what medicine it is. I'll feed him."

Mo Qingwan then stared at him in a daze.

"Aren't you surprised where you are?" Mo Qing asked in the evening.

Zhao Guilin shook his head: "If you don't say it, I won't ask."
Chapter completed!