Don't panic, nephew. I will take this pot of evil star.

Everyone in the room looked reluctant. Mu Lanxun struggled so hard that he almost broke his own hand bones. Yuan Feng and Yuan Li had to work very hard to control his almost self-abuse movements.

The wheezing sound of his chest was like a bellows, and there was even a gurgling sound in his throat. The bone-gnawing pain gnawed at his brain. He endured it so hard that his whole body twitched and swayed, and the entire bed frame creaked.

Yuan Li gritted his teeth and turned around, then knelt down towards Ye Xing with a plop.

"Mr. Ghost Doctor, please help the master! Please save the master!! Please..." After saying that, he kowtowed.

Ye Xing looked distressed. It was not that he did not want to save him, but the venom of these snakes was too strong, with more than a dozen kinds of toxins mixed together. He was not a great immortal, so how could he dare to make such a boast?

This wasn't the first time he had met this kid. He knew very well that this little guy had a strong character, could distinguish between good and evil, and had good abilities. It was no exaggeration to say that he was outstanding.

It would be a shame if such an outstanding person died like this, but he really was powerless...

Looking at the person who was still kowtowing to him, he endured the bitterness and helped the person up. He really couldn't bear it!

However, there is a possibility...

No! No way!

An idea suddenly popped up in his mind, but before it could form, he pinched it down hard.

A quarter of an hour passed, neither long nor short. Mu Lanxun lay on the edge of the bed, gasping for breath, as if she had died once, and had survived another wave...

There was a familiar sweetness in the air. He smiled bitterly and closed his eyes, feeling extremely grateful. Fortunately, fortunately, Xier didn't have to bear this sin...

Fortunately it’s me.

In just a quarter of an hour, the night travelers seemed to have been fished out of the water, their bodies soaked in cold sweat, not to mention those who had fainted again.

His whole body was soaked with blood and sweat, and the entire bed was not spared, looking miserable and embarrassing.

Xia Feng helped Feng Xili stand a little further away from the limping woman. She originally wanted to help her back to the room, but Miss Naihe just stood there motionless.

Then she looked at the unusual silence in her master's room, with his brows furrowed, wondering what he was thinking about. Occasionally his gaze fell on her face, which frightened her and made her heart beat fast.

The two stood outside for nearly an hour until Ye Xing opened the door and came out, holding his waist.

Feng Xili moved as if his soul was re-infused.

"Old Ye." She came like a wandering soul, and her sudden voice startled the little old man.

"Miss, Miss!"

"I have something to tell you." Ye Xing wiped his forehead and glanced at Xia Feng behind her.

"Xia Feng, go get the rice soup in the clay pot. I'll be there right away." She sent everyone away and whispered something to the ghost doctor.

Xia Feng tried her best to suppress the irritation in her heart, and kept glancing at Mu Lanxun's room.

It wasn't until the bowl in her hand was taken away that she came to her senses. When she looked up, she saw Feng Xili's calm and somewhat indifferent eyes.

"Yuan Feng has been lent to Ye Lao for half a day. You wait here for a while, Xia Feng..." He chewed the last two words in his mouth for a long time, and suddenly his voice was filled with begging.

Feng Xili's gaze passed over her and turned to the door not far behind her.

"Xia Feng, Yuan Ri... I know you can contact him. Please call him over. I have something very important to tell you."

Boss? The lady wants to see the boss?

She frowned slightly, "Miss, I..." She was a little embarrassed.

"Please, Xia Feng, please do it as soon as possible, okay?" Since the lady was like this, it was really difficult for her to refuse.

"Okay, but I really don't know where the boss has been sent by the master, so I can only try to contact him."

"Okay." Feng Xili nodded, then carried the bowl into Mu Lanxun's room.

After entering the door, she lowered her eyes and said, "You two should go out first."

Only Yuan Li and Yuan Qing were left in the room. They looked at each other, but they both knew that their master's current wave of poison had just passed and it would take some time before the next wave.

It is impossible to prevent the two from meeting each other.

"Miss, if you need anything, just call us. We'll be guarding outside."

The two men bowed and left the house, closing the door tightly.

The room was filled with a strong smell of medicine. The person lying on the bed was still sleeping, and his arms hanging by the side looked pale and weak.

She walked slowly forward and placed the bowl in her hand on the small stove to warm it.

Then he sat on the floor, leaning against the head of the bed, and clenched the finger hanging on the ground into his palm.

Damp and cold...with a slight twitch.

Her heart had long been numb with pain. At this moment, she really wanted to swallow "forgetfulness" and feel the joy of forgetting.

Her eyes moved up inch by inch until she could clearly see the furrowed brows between his eyebrows, his tightly closed eyes, the tip of his nose damp with sweat, and the corners of his lips that were pale and bloodless.

One could imagine without even looking at the body beneath the thin blanket how riddled it was with holes.

What on earth was the purpose of her coming here?

To witness the separation of life and death? How pathetic and ridiculous!

But it doesn’t matter, she still has a chance, her A Xun still has a chance.

Feng Xili just leaned against the head of the bed in a daze, their foreheads gently touching, feeling his shallow breathing.

"Axun, that swing is so high, I'm a little scared..." Unfortunately, he only sat on it for a while.

"I saw the stalactite cave, the scenery inside is very beautiful..." If it weren't for the snake cave, she would like to go there with him again.

"And you guys..." She lay on the edge of the bed, her chin resting on the back of her hand, muttering to herself.

She was so engrossed in what she was saying that she didn't notice that the frown on her face was gradually relaxing.

She felt something moving on her shoulder in a daze. She sat up straight, and the hand on her shoulder suddenly stiffened, and a cloak slipped off her shoulder.