The White Demon

“Wan Wan!…”

Dabai ran to Ye Qingwan anxiously to check her injuries.

At this time, Ye Qingwan's body weight had obviously decreased a lot, and her face was as pale as paper, without any blood at all.

Hunched in Dabai's arms, she looked even smaller and more delicate, as if she might disappear at any time.

Dabai looked at Ye Qingwan with heartache, his eyes full of tears.

He gently stroked her cheek, feeling her weak breathing and cold skin, his heart aching.

Ye Qingwan's breath was already very weak, like a candle in the wind, which could go out at any time. Her blood was almost exhausted and she was on the verge of death.

"Don't be afraid, Wanwan. Your husband is here to save you!"

Dabai hugged Ye Qingwan tightly, tears blurring his vision. He tried to use his strength to snatch her back from the hands of death, but felt powerless.

Everyone gathered around and looked at Ye Qingwan with concern.

When they saw Ye Qingwan's miserable state, they could not help but feel grief in their hearts. This once lively, lovely, strong and brave woman was now dying.

"What happened to the master?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"Injured by that evil god, my life is hanging by a thread!"

Everyone was talking about it, expressing sympathy and regret for Ye Qingwan's experience.

They knew that Ye Qingwan's condition was extremely critical and she needed treatment as soon as possible.

However, faced with such injuries, they all fell silent because they didn't know how to help her.

Dabai hugged Ye Qingwan tightly, his eyes firm and resolute. He decided to personally take her to a safe place for treatment.

However, at this moment, someone suddenly stood up and stopped him:

"Lord Protector of the Country, I'm afraid that what you are doing is not appropriate. We should find a doctor to treat the head of the hospital as soon as possible!"

"Yes, saving lives is like putting out a fire. We can't delay any longer!"

The people around expressed their agreement and looked very anxious.

Dabai frowned slightly, but did not stop. Instead, he used his magic power to push away the person blocking his way. Then he said coldly: "I am saving people! If you have a better way to save Master Ye, please do it immediately! Otherwise, don't hinder me anymore!"

Everyone looked at each other with helpless expressions.

The monk who intercepted Dabai murmured, "This... The master's blood has been exhausted, and his spiritual power has been completely depleted. Please forgive my limited medical skills. I really can't..."

"Hmph!" Dabai snorted coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes. "In that case, why don't you disperse!" Everyone was shocked by Dabai's momentum and lowered their heads, not daring to look at him again.

Dabai's voice was cold: "Get out of the way!"

The people who were intercepting them quickly made way for a passage.

Dabai looked at everyone's concerned eyes and said, "You guard here and don't let anyone in." His tone was serious, with an unquestionable majesty.

Everyone nodded to show their understanding.

"The method I use was taught by the ancestor himself. There is absolutely no falsehood and no room for error. If you really want to help Sect Leader Ye, please guard outside the gate and make sure no one can break in."

He glanced at everyone, and they all nodded solemnly in agreement.

"Don't worry, Lord Protector of the Country. We are here to protect the master. Not even a fly can fly in!" a disciple assured, patting his chest.

Dabai nodded slightly, looked at everyone with satisfaction, then picked up Ye Qingwan and walked into an already deserted homestay.

Walking into the dilapidated homestay, Dabai slowly placed Ye Qingwan on a used wooden bed and took out the fire he had found with great difficulty.

"Wanwan, it's going to be a little painful, you have to bear it!"