Her face was flushed, rows of sweat were rising from the corners of her forehead, her fingers were convulsively curling and falling at her sides, and her small mouth was slightly open, as if she was screaming in anger......

Is this another nightmare?!

Emperor Fuyi's heart sank, and he raised his hand to hold her hand first.

She was obviously sweating all over, but her little hands were cold, like popsicles, and the spasmodic force made the palm of the emperor's Fuyi hurt!

Emperor Fuyi touched her veins first, and found that the blood flow in her body was running extremely fast, and her body temperature was rising rapidly.

It's like a virus is coming, and the antibodies in her body and the virus have started a life-and-death battle, and the fight is in full swing......

She's having a high fever! I'm afraid it's 41 degrees!

Except for her small hands, her whole body was very hot.

It is normal for a person to have a high fever when they are seriously injured, and it stands to reason that there is nothing to make a fuss about.

But Gu Xijiu is different, she has a special physique, she has cultivated to nearly the eighth order of spiritual power, and she has used the best gold sore medicine of Emperor Fuyi, she shouldn't have a fever at all!

Emperor Fuyi quickly checked her, and there was nothing wrong with her except for a fever. There were also no signs of infection in the wound.

What the hell is going on?

"Sorry for Jiu! Xiao Xijiu! While calling her, Emperor Fuyi also passed the spiritual power from her palms to her, suppressing the almost surging blood in her body-

Her eyes rolled desperately under her eyelids, as if she tried desperately to open them, but she couldn't.

"Xi Jiu, you use spiritual techniques to self-regulate, quickly!" Emperor Fuyi condensed the voice into a line into her ears, believing that she could hear it even if she was in a dream.

Gu Xijiu's eyeballs under his eyelids were still rolling, as if he didn't understand what he said at all.

This spiritual technique is the technique that Emperor Fuyi just passed on to Gu Xijiu, the most able to suppress the demons, Gu Xijiu learns things very quickly, and she is also very skilled in using this technique. Sometimes she would do it over and over again, even in her dreams.

If she runs this technique, combined with Emperor Fuyi's unique healing technique, she should be able to quickly restore the bloodline to normal. But she didn't mean to cooperate at all now, and Emperor Fuyi had no choice but to use her spiritual power to forcibly suppress it first.

In this way, the speed is much slower, and it can be recovered in half an hour, and it took an hour for the emperor to wash his clothes.

Fortunately, the results were not bad, and after an hour, her rushing blood finally returned to normal, and her body temperature began to drop, slowly lowering, and she no longer shivered in the quilt like a swing.

Emperor Fuyi was also tired and sweaty, and he performed cleaning techniques on himself and Gu Xijiu respectively, and then sat down beside her again and lowered his eyes to look at her for a moment.

This time, Gu Xijiu seemed to be sleeping peacefully, with a heavy snort, sleeping very soundly, and it didn't look like a nightmare.

"Xi Jiu—"

"Xiao Xijiu......" He took her hand and called her a few more tentatively. In case she still can't wake up, I'll use another dream technique to force her out.

This dream technique consumes a lot of spiritual power, and if he can use other methods to wake her up, he still tries not to use it.

Fortunately, Gu Xijiu didn't wake up repeatedly this time, her eyelashes trembled a few times, and she finally opened her eyes.

When these eyes first opened, they were a little dazed, even a little wooden, and the pupils were even a little sloppy, she blinked her eyes several times in succession, and finally focused her eyes, and looked at the emperor Fuyi fixedly, and opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to call something, but she couldn't make a sound for a while.