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Chapter 70:
"Grandpa Di, how is the poison on my body?"
With a look of worry hidden under his eyes, Xie Yuan asked softly the old man who was taking his pulse.
"Congratulations, Young Master, most of the poison on your body is eliminated."
The old man withdrew his hand, touched his gray beard as usual, and replied kindly.
Di Jiang is worthy of his reputation as a medical immortal, and his medical skills are very good. In the past two years, the antidote effect he has given Xie Yuan has become more and more remarkable. But after all, the method of fighting poison with poison is not a long-term solution. Toxins accumulate more and more, and sooner or later the body will not be able to bear it, and it will break out completely.
The wind roared outside the window, and the door frame heard from time to time squawking movement. Xie Yuan lowered his eyes silently as the candle flame flickered.
Having said that, his long eyelashes quivered, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became astringent: "You said I won't be able to wake up one day?"
The old man was silent.
The medicines he used were all potent aphrodisiacs, and he was not sure of the side effects.
The young man's soft voice came from his ear: "It doesn't matter if I die, I feel sick every time I look at such a mutilated body."
"Young Master, don't say that."
Hearing the meaning of seeking death in Xie Yuan's words, Di Jiang was shocked and made a trembling voice.
The boy raised his head and smiled calmly, "Don't worry, I won't do stupid things."
How could he be willing to die without returning his pain to the master.
***
With the treasure map given by Yin Ruoyu, Chen Heng has been recruiting troops and horses for the past two years, and the power of the Blood Underworld Palace in the arena has become more and more powerful, almost to a frightening degree. He methodically expanded the territory of Demon Cult, and under his leadership, the Blood Palace reached an unprecedented height.
Perhaps the Blood Palace's methods were too brutal and bloody, and the decent middlemen who had been suppressed began to unite and discuss the plan to eliminate demons.
Of course, Chen Heng knew their plan, but he was self-conscious and didn't put those little ones in his eyes at all.
What he is most concerned about now is the antidote to Meigu.
Xie Yuan and Bai Qing are already seventeen this year, and in another year, his charm will be onset.
For the past two years, Chen Heng has been shutting himself up in the study, studying medical books with great concentration every day, seeing that the antidote is about to be developed, but he has deviated from the last medicine.
To say that this last medicine is not a rare and exotic herb, but for him, it is hard to find.
Legend has it that the reason why the founder of Rakshasa Gate invented the perverted poison of Meigu was to punish the unwilling person who abandoned him. This inherited his poison full of resentment and curse. If you want to resolve it, you need to love him truly. The people's minds are used as medicine.
Of course the legend is a legend after all, no one knows if it is true.
Chen Heng couldn't wait that long, he was going to be poisoned in another year, and he didn't want to end up like Xiao Wulin.
Therefore, whether the legend is true or not, he has to try it.
Three days later, the news that the leader of the Demon Cult was dying ill spread wildly, and the disciples of the Demon Cult came to see him one after another. Chen Heng disappeared, so he invited Bai Qing into the house.
As soon as Bai Qing entered the room, he leaped on the head of the man’s bed, watching the old man lying on the bed faintly at this time, his face pale, his pupils gray, and tears in the boy’s eyes welled up unsuspectingly. Coming up, he trembled and called: "Master, how are you?"
"I'm fine."
Chen Heng deliberately used internal force to suppress several acupuncture points around his body, creating the illusion that he will soon be alive. In the face of the teenager's worried and frightened eyes, he pulled his pale and cracked lips, hoarsely comforting.
Biting his lip and shook his head vigorously, tears unknowingly wet his cheeks, Bai Qing buried his face in the man’s neck, and said in a crying voice: "You were fine the other day. It has only been a few days, you Why did it become like this?"
Chen Heng shrank his neck subconsciously, and the boy's hot tears splashed on his skin. The feeling was strange, as if the residual warmth of the tears could be conveyed to the bottom of his heart along the veins of his body.
Abandoning the strange feeling in his heart, the man pretended to be struggling to raise his hand and stroke Bai Qing's blue silk, his voice became softer and softer: "Don't cry."
Bai Qing didn't lift his face, as if doing so would not let the man know that he was crying.
He sniffed his nose and his voice was low and hoarse: "Master, promise me that I must live well." After a pause, he hugged the man's waist and said dumbly: "You said that when I am eighteen, I will be beautiful. Just greet me, and there is still a year left, and the master can’t speak without words.”
Of course, Chen Heng would not forget such an important matter. He also wanted to appreciate the pain Bai Qing looked like when he arrived.
But now, Chen Heng squinted his eyes slightly, hiding the fleeting light in his eyes, he stopped stroking Bai Qing's hair, "I must live a long time as a teacher, so I can follow me. Qing'er will always be together."
Speaking of nasty words, Chen Heng's face was expressionless, but his voice softened and softened, "Qing'er, this disease for my teacher is very strange and strange, only you can save me."
Bai Qing lifted his face abruptly, widening his eyes soaked with tears, "As long as I can save Master, whatever I want to do is fine."
"Is it all right?"
Chen Heng's face was still pale, but his eyes revealed a sweet and bewitching aura. He stretched out his white index finger without a trace of blood, slid down Bai Qing's collarbone, and finally stopped at his heart. .
The ambiguous behavior made Bai Qing feel a little bit at a loss. His eyelashes trembled and he swallowed, "Well, anything is fine."
Chen Heng listened and smiled slightly.
"Good boy." Chen Heng tapped his fingertips into the heart of the young man and said meaningfully: "What if I want your life?"
A moment of blankness flashed in her eyes, and Bai Qing's lips slightly opened, "As long as we can save the master, the disciple is willing to die for the master."
Willing to die for him.
It seems that Bai Qing really likes him.
Chen Heng smiled with satisfaction, "I really didn't hurt you as a teacher for nothing."
***
The young man lay on his back on the soft big bed, the clothes on his chest opened, the coolness of late autumn hit, and small particles gradually floated on the white skin.
Chen Heng glanced at Bai Qing, holding a sharp dagger firmly in his hand.
"Don't be afraid, Shinnin will pass."
"Ok."
Bai Qing nodded, there was no fear in his eyes.
He was just a little nervous.
Chen Heng had already roasted the knife on the fire beforehand, and disinfected it in advance. At this moment, the silver blade of his hand was exuding a trace of chill, which looked a bit permeating under the moonlight. He slowly walked towards Bai Qing on the bed, and when he was in front of him, he pointed the blade at Bai Qing's heart, "It might be a little painful."
"The master will take the knife, but the disciple will suffer."
After that, Bai Qing slowly closed his eyes.
Chen Heng was not polite, raised the knife in his hand, and slammed the dagger in.
"Um!" A muffled grunt overflowed from the boy's mouth.
The man patronized the blood and didn't care about him. After a while, the air was filled with a sticky smell of blood.
Due to excessive blood loss, Bai Qing's complexion was as pale as paper, and bursts of dizziness came in his mind. He opened his eyes to look at the man with great effort, and caught the opponent's cold eyes unexpectedly. He was startled, and blinked subconsciously. When he opened it again, he saw the master smile at him with a familiar gentleness.
It should be an illusion just now.
How could the master look at him with the cold eyes of a stranger.
Thinking about this, he barely squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Master, blood... is enough?"
Chen Heng glanced at the blood in the bowl, and said softly to Bai Qing: "Enough."
After helping Bai Qing bandage his wound and tuck the quilt, the man warmly told him to rest on the bed. Bai Qing was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes anymore, so he nodded dazedly and said yes. .
When Bai Qing fell asleep on his bed, Chen Heng turned and left the room without hesitation, holding the half bowl of blood.
What he didn't know was that not long after he left, a figure sneaked in silently.
Xie Yuan silently landed on the bedside, staring at Bai Qing who was in a coma. His dark eyes were darker than the night, and countless undercurrents gathered inside. Bai Qing passed out in the morning due to excessive blood loss, so he didn't know that the danger was coming quietly.
This is a good opportunity.
Xie Yuan stood by the bedside and watched for a while, finally couldn't help but stretched out his hand to Bai Qing...
At the same time, as soon as Chen Heng got the last pair of medicines, he couldn't wait to go to the pharmacy, opened the hidden pavilion on the table, and took out a wooden box carved with intricate patterns. He took out a crystal clear glazed porcelain bottle from the wooden box and poured fresh blood into it. Finally, he shook the bottle slightly to mix the liquid medicine with the blood.
When he felt that it was almost done, he opened the cork and poured the choking blood into his belly without hesitation.
After taking the medicine, Chen Heng did not rush back to the room, but waited for a while in the pharmacy. A person who has been hit by the bone will have a plum blossom-shaped mark on his shoulder. He just wants to see if the mark will disappear to determine if the antidote is effective.
However, to his disappointment, the plum blossom did not completely disappear, and the last two petals remained on his shoulders.
Why is this happening?
Chen Heng was a little surprised for a while.
He had prepared for failure in advance, but he did not expect to encounter such a situation. The antidote he formulated was the result of his meticulous research and development over the years, and there is absolutely no possibility of mistakes, except that Bai Qing's painstaking effort is not within his expected range.
Could it be that Bai Qing doesn't love him?
Impossible, Chen Heng quickly denied this speculation, because if Bai Qing didn't love him, the mark of the plum blossom would not be missing.
Just as Chen Heng was thinking about it gradually, a sharp pain suddenly came from his heart.