145 Cold Poison

Standing beside Xuanwu was a young man wearing a moon-white brocade cannon, his eyebrows were clear and handsome, but his expression seemed to be mixed with cold ice, and his whole body exuded the momentum of not entering.

Suxi faintly had an intuition that this person's strength was stronger than Qinglong, and his temperament was very cold and unruly, but he didn't know who it was.

When her gaze fell on the third person, she was slightly stunned. This person, she has actually seen, and she is not deeply impressed. It was the gluttonous hall that presided over the auction's desirelessness.

I didn't want to see her look over, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, his eyes were deep and dark, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Seeing Suxi coming, Qinglong didn't even bother to say hello, and said directly: "You come in with me." ”

The door of the room was pushed open in an instant, and Su Xi followed in, and as soon as he walked into the room, he felt a rolling heat wave rushing towards his face.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and Su Xi frowned, and hurriedly used a trace of water spiritual power to resist, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.

Qinglong saw the pure spiritual power emanating from her body, his eyes showed a slight surprise, and he explained: "The cold poison in the master's body has begun to invade the lungs, and we have tried our best to suppress it, but it has had little effect. ”

As soon as I walked around the corner, a huge bed came into view, the smoke above the bed was steaming, and the temperature was getting higher and higher, and it was Nangong Yu who was lying in the smoke.

Seeing Nangong Yu for the first time, Su Xi's pupils contracted suddenly.

The man on the bed was only dressed in a white silk robe, his hair was scattered, his eyes were closed, and from a distance, he could see that his handsome face was like a jade sculpture, and it was clear that the room was as hot as a fire, but his face was not a trace of blood, but white as if it was about to be transparent and frozen.

Suxi had never seen Nangong Yu like this.

In her impression, Nangong Yu is always elegant, evil, scoundrel, and wanton, but at this moment, Nangong Yu does look so fragile, as if it will shatter if you touch it.

Without waiting for Qinglong to greet him, Su Xi quickly stepped forward and grabbed Nangong Yu's wrist.

Good ice! Su Xi's hand trembled slightly, she was obviously holding a human wrist, but the touch was like holding a piece of cold jade that had just been taken out of the refrigerator. And this kind of cold, when touched, has the illusion that it will penetrate into one's bone marrow.

Su Xi settled his mind, slowly infiltrated the spiritual power from his pulse, and began to swim around his whole body.

After a stick of incense, Suxi still maintained this posture, but his brows became tighter and tighter.

Qinglong was anxious to watch from the sidelines, and wanted to interrupt Suxi several times to ask about her master's condition, but she was afraid that it would disturb her treatment and be detrimental to her master.

Just when his patience was almost at the limit, Su Xi finally slowly let go of his hand, but his frowning eyebrows still did not let go.

Qinglong hurriedly asked, "How is the master?" Can it be healed? ”

If even this Divine Doctor Xi Yue, who had cured Ouyang Haoxuan, was helpless, they could only turn to Elder Cheng of the Physician Association, that is, Suzaku's master. But in this way, the master's situation will be known to others, and at that time, it will be impossible for Hades to maintain such a transcendent position. The master may also cause even greater death.

Thinking of this, Qinglong's hand holding the sword clenched tightly, and his gaze at Suxi had unconsciously carried a trace of anticipation.