The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 145: 145 cold poison

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While standing next to Xuan Wu is a young man wearing a moon-white cannon. His brows are clear and handsome, but his look is like mixed with ice, and his whole body exudes the momentum of not entering.

Yun Xi has a faint intuition that this person is stronger than Qinglong and has a very cold temperament, but he doesn't know who it is.

When her gaze fell on the third person, she was a little stunned. This person, she had actually seen it, and still had a deep impression. It was the desire to host the auction at the pavilion.

No desire to see her come over, twitching the corner of her mouth and smiling slightly, her eyes were dark and dull, making people completely unable to guess what he was thinking.

Seeing the arrival of Xunxi, Qinglong didn't even bother to say hello, and said directly, "You come with me."

The door of the room was quickly opened, and Xi Xi followed in. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a billowing heat wave.

The fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and Xixi frowned, and quickly rushed to resist the water, which made him comfortable.

Qinglong saw the pure spiritual power emanating from her body, and her eyes were slightly surprised. She explained: "The cold poison in the host has begun to invade the lungs. We have tried our best to suppress it, but they have had little effect." /

Now walking across the corner, a huge bed came into view. The smoke above the bed was transpiration, and the temperature became higher and higher. It was Nangong Yu who was lying in the middle of the smoke.

At the first glance of Nangong Yu, Su Xi's pupils shrank suddenly.

The man on the bed is only wearing a white silk obscene clothes, his hair is loose, his eyes are closed, and from a distance, he can see his handsome face is like a sculpture of jade, and the room is burning hot However, there was no trace of blood on his face, but it was as if it were transparent and frozen.

Xun Xi has never seen Nangong Yu like this.

In her impression, Nangong Yu is always elegant, evil, rogue, and wanton, but at this moment Nangong Yu looks really fragile, as if it would be broken when touched.

Until Qinglong greeted him, Xunxi could not step forward, and grasped Nangongyu's wrist.

Good ice! Lu Xi's hand trembled slightly. She was holding a human wrist, but the touch was like holding a piece of cold jade just taken out of the refrigerator. And this kind of cold, when touched, there is an illusion that it will penetrate into its own bone marrow.

Xun Xi settled down, slowly infiltrated the spiritual power from his pulse, and began to swim around his body.

Yixiang Xiang has passed, and Xixi still maintains this posture, but his brows become more and more wrinkled and tighter.

Qinglong looked anxious and looked aside. She tried to interrupt Luxi several times to ask her master's condition, but she was also afraid that it would disturb her treatment, which was not good for her.

When his patience was almost at the limit, Xi Xi finally slowly released his hand, but his frowns were still not released.

Qinglong asked quickly: "How is the master? Can heal it?"

If even the puppet doctor who cured Ouyang Haoxuan is helpless, they can only resort to the elder Cheng of the Doctors Association, which is the master of Suzaku. But in this way, the situation of the master will be known to others, and by then, Pluto will never be able to maintain such a transcendental position. The master may also cause greater murder.

Thinking of this, Qinglong clenched his sword's hand tightly, staring at Xixi unconsciously with a look of hope.