The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

Hearing the concerned voice of the young man outside the door, Linglong still only replied with two words: "Nothing."

Although they were just two simple words, Zi'an could still tell something was wrong with Linglong.

But as a slave, he cannot enter and leave his master's bedroom at will without the master's order.

After thinking about it, she pursed her lips and went back to the yard to wash clothes.

After the footsteps outside the door faded away, Linglong walked towards the closet barefoot, holding on to the wall.

If her space was still there, she wouldn't have to go through so much trouble.

Of course, this is impossible.

Superpowers are linked to mental strength and may be able to come with one's soul, but space cannot.

That was the symbol of power of her Mu family. This was no longer her previous life. This body's surname was Wang, not Mu.

After finally opening the wardrobe, he looked at the three lonely sets of white cotton clothes inside and fell silent.

Could it be that, as the heir of an ancient medical family, I would fail because of the poison today?

Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from the internal organs to the limbs, and a taste of rust spread in the mouth.

Linglong grabbed the edge of the wardrobe to prevent herself from falling.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the black blood that had spread to the base of his thumb, and his brows furrowed again.

Did it come so quickly?

There is only one such situation, the toxin in Linglong's body has already erupted once before.

And no method of suppression was taken.

Then why are there no relevant images in her memory?

As he thought of this, his vision suddenly went dark and he fell to the side.

She couldn't bear it anymore, it was too painful.

The pain now can be said to be three times that of level 10, because my body is sensitive.

bang...

The sound of cabinets colliding suddenly rang out.

Zi'an was startled by the loud noise.

He threw down the clothes in his hands, stood up and ran quickly towards Linglong's house.

How could a person who just stays on the bed make such a big noise? Something must have happened.

This time Zi'an didn't knock on the door, but pushed it open and walked in.

"Sister Linglong..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Because he saw Linglong lying on the ground, with black bloodstains on her lips and clothes.

His heart almost stopped at this moment.

Nemesis, these two words kept lingering in my mind.

Get your mind back, now is not the time to think about these things.

After thinking about it, he quickly walked forward and squatted beside Linglong.

He leaned over and just as his hand touched Linglong, he was shocked by the coldness of her body.

How could this happen? He remembered that Linglong was like this on the day when Grandma Wang was buried, but she didn't vomit blood that day.

Putting aside the thoughts in his mind, he helped Linglong lean against him.

Then he freed one hand and patted her cheek.

Called: "Sister Linglong..."

Linglong didn't open her eyes, and her weak voice was trembling: "Help me, boil some water and pour it into the tub. Don't add cold water, the whole tub must be filled with boiling water."

She had already noticed when Zi'an approached the house, but she didn't have the energy to respond to him.

Although Linglong's voice was soft, he still heard it.

"Okay, Sister Linglong, I'll carry you to the bed first."

Linglong nodded slightly and made a light hum in her throat.

Now that she is like this, there is nothing we can do.

After getting a response, Zi'an gently picked up Linglong and walked towards the bed.

I thought it would take a lot of effort for me to pick her up.

Unexpectedly, Linglong was lighter than he had imagined.

He put her on the bed, stood up and immediately ran to boil water.

During this time, Zi'an moved the bathtub into Linglong's room with great effort.

Hearing the boy's footsteps approaching, Linglong closed her eyes and asked softly, "Zi, An, is grandma's silver needle still there?"

There is no silver needle in her house, so it must be at Grandma Wang's place.

I approached Zi'an who was just bending down and just happened to hear these words.

He suddenly remembered that before she died, Grandma Wang gave him a small bag.

He said, "When Linglong needs silver needles, give her this bundle."

Could it be that this person is really Linglong and is not possessed by a demon?

Linglong, who got no response, called out again: "Zi, how are you?"

The weak voice beside my ear brought me back to my senses.

"Sister Linglong, wait for me." After saying that, he turned around and ran towards his room.

When Zi'an returned to Linglong's room, there was a thin layer of frost on her forehead.

Seeing this, Zi'an was shocked and bent down to call out, "Sister Linglong, are you okay?"

"No problem. Just carry me into the tub, put the silver needle down, and you can leave."

This time, Linglong's voice was almost trembling.

Thinking of the boiling water in the bathtub, Zian had to remind: "But, Sister Linglong, the water in the bathtub is very hot..."

"It's okay. I can handle it."

Linglong impatiently interrupted what the boy was about to say and continued, "This time, no matter what noise you hear outside, don't come in."

A slave may not contradict his master's orders, but he had overstepped his bounds again.

Zi'an pursed his lips and replied, "Yes."

When he reached the bathtub, Zi'an lowered his eyes to look at Linglong's clothes, his cheeks flushed slightly.

He asked in an uncomfortable tone: "Sister Linglong, what about your clothes?"

"That's it. Just put me in the tub."

"it is good."

This time, Zi'an did not refute Linglong's order. He bent down and put her into the boiling water.

During this time, his hand inevitably came into contact with the boiling water, and the burning pain made him tremble instinctively.

Linglong noticed it and said calmly, "Go out and rinse the burned areas with cold water."

Zi'an paused slightly, and a strange and complicated look flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and replied, "Yes, Sister Linglong. I put the silver needle on the table, you can reach it. There is also a bottle of medicine next to it, I don't know what it is used for. These are all given to you by grandma. Sister Linglong, I'm going to go out, just call me if you need anything."

After saying this, he walked out.

He was worried just now that there was no silver needle in the small bag, so he opened it to check.

After hearing the boy's words, Linglong was stunned for a moment, opened her eyes with great effort, tilted her head, and looked at the white jade porcelain vase on the long table.

He reached out his hand, used his utmost willpower, and tremblingly picked up the jade bottle on the table.

Why do we say it is jade? It feels soft and smooth, and its color is pure white and flawless. If it is not jade, then what else can it be?

As I open the bottle cork with my fingertips, a strong scent of medicinal herbs hits my nostrils.

Blood lotus, purple ginseng, snow lotus, purple gold sand, and the Musk Sun that fights poison with poison...

These few items alone are already priceless, not to mention other common precious medicinal materials.

What kind of existence could concoct a bottle of medicine powder to suppress the toxicity of the original body?

He collected his thoughts, lifted the bottle and tilted his head back, then poured the remaining powder into his mouth.

He put the jade bottle down, picked up another cloth bag and opened it.

A whole row of golden needles shines with cold light.

Linglong was stunned again when she saw this. Golden needle, why is it golden needle?

Before, Grandma Wang gave the original body acupuncture, and she used silver needles!

How come it is golden needles now?

Because she had taken the compressed medicinal powder, Linglong took a long time to think this time.

It was not until she felt a tingling sensation in her palm that Linglong came to her senses.

Looking at the black blood flowing from his palm, he finally remembered his own life.