Sure enough, Songhe's voice was hoarse and said lightly: "Take my blood and make another batch of blood spirit pills."

"No!" The five guardians' hearts twitched at the same time, and refused in unison.

The Pavilion Master's body was extremely weak and could not bear the damage at all, let alone the need to draw away or even more blood...

Song He Mingyin's brows frowned tightly in an instant: "Why, your wings are hard, how dare you stop listening to me?"

The five great guardians immediately lowered their heads: "I dare not!"

"It's just the Lord, please cherish yourself!" Shura said, kneeling on one knee, and the next second, the other four guardians also knelt on the ground.

Huan Ye looked at Shumo in confusion: "Why must it be the blood of the Pavilion Master? Can others' blood work? You can draw my blood! I have type 0 blood, or any of us can draw the blood of the Pavilion Master! Why do you have to draw the Pavilion Master!"

Shumo cried and shook her head: "It's useless. It has nothing to do with the blood type, but the blood of the Pavilion Master is different from that of others. The Pavilion Master said that he was once the target of the Hell Pavilion's focus on training, so the Pavilion Master of the Hell Pavilion once asked him to taste all kinds of poisons and supplements, so his body has long been invincible for all poisons and has the function of automatic repair."

"Dunmu Yiluo's heart was once seriously damaged. Using the blood of the Pavilion Master and various precious herbs can just enhance his repair ability and prevent heart failure. However, this can only delay his condition. If you want to completely cure Yiluo, unless you can get him a heart that matches him and is strong enough,..."

"So, even if the Pavilion Master uses his own blood to make another batch of blood spirit pills, it is not enough to save Yiluo's life. It's just delaying time!" Wu Ming lowered his head and pondered.

"Yes." Although Shumo was unwilling to admit it, it was a fact. "And, Duanmu Yiluo can only live for seven days at most!"

"Seven Days..." Mu Juebing's eyes were red, and he gently hugged Yiluo's body in his arms, his voice a little weak, "Is there really no other way?"

At this moment, everyone's hearts became extremely heavy.

The ghost on the side looked at Bing's divine expression and his lips moved, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

*

Qianshi Manor.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of pine and cranes was heard, breathing heavily.

At this moment, Song He Mingyin lay on the bed, and Mu Juebing sat beside him, looking at each other.

"Uncle, you..."

Bing bit his lip and wanted to say something, but saw the pine and crane blinking slowly a few times.

"Mu Juebing, stop talking." Shumo, who was transfusion of blood to the Pavilion Master at the head of the bed, biting her lip, with unspeakable pain in her eyes. "The Pavilion Master is too weak now and has no strength to speak at all."

Yes, the Pavilion Master is too tired!

Even though he knew that his physical condition had reached the verge of collapse, he still forced the blood he had drawn to make Yiluo Pharmaceutical...

Bing lowered his head and suddenly felt that everything he said was too pale.

"Thank you, take good care of your uncle!" He glanced at Shumo, then turned around and left.

However, as soon as the door was opened, I saw Xiao Zhi who was guarding outside the door.

"How is he?" Seeing Bing come out, Xiao Zhi immediately grabbed his cuffs in a hurry and asked.

Bing held her hand: "Don't worry, he's just weak and needs rest."

"Oh, that's it." Xiaozhi murmured softly, and a look of guilt suddenly appeared on her face. "Sorry, Bing, it was our family who harmed you. If it weren't for grandpa back then... Yiluo wouldn't have been injured... Then there wouldn't be such a situation today..."

"Idiot, what are you thinking about?" Mu Juebing's eyes darkened, "No one can change the past, and no one can control the future. So, baby, don't think about the past, let's work hard for the future? Believe me, Yiluo will survive, and will definitely!"

Will it be? Really?!

In this second, Xiaozhi didn't know whether Bing was comforting her or herself.

But she still hugged him obediently, buried her head in front of his chest, and nodded: "Yes."

*

Thousands of families tonight seem to be particularly busy.

Zhan Tian is taking care of Xiaocheng, Xingtong is taking care of Jin, Guiling is taking care of Yiluo, and Rose is taking care of Aunt Qin.

And the dark night, flowers, fragrance, and Wuming, the blood flames are scattered in every corner of the Qian Family Manor, responsible for protecting the safety here.

And in the living room, the atmosphere seemed a bit weird.

There were only four people in the room, some were standing and some were sitting, but no one spoke.

Shura stood by the window, looking at the night sky outside the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

Mo Yuxiao and Xiaoxing were sitting on the sofa, while Huanye sat opposite them, drinking tea as if nothing had happened.

Xiaoxing was very confused, as if she was sitting on pins and needles. Her hands kept twisting the corners of her clothes and lowered her head, but her eyes would occasionally look at Shura's direction from time to time.

"Puchi--"

When Xiaoxing didn't know how many times he stole the Shura, Huan Ye, who had been watching the show silently on the other side, finally couldn't help laughing.

"Meimei, it is immoral to peek at others!" Her voice was not loud, but it was enough for everyone in the living room to hear it.

Xiaoxing's face suddenly turned red: "I...I'm not..."

She didn't have the nerve to continue talking because she found that Shura and her brother were looking at her at this moment.

Mo Yuxiao knew what she was thinking, so he stretched out a hand to pat her head: "Stop lowering his head, your neck will become stiff. Go and talk to him and make sure everything you want to say!"

"Brother--" Xiaoxing suddenly opened his eyes, afraid that he had misunderstood something.

Unexpectedly, Mo Yuxiao took advantage of the situation and bounced hard on her forehead: "It's so strange that your brother, I'm not a stingy man!"

Uh, OK...

Xiaoxing pouted aggrievedly, and it seemed that he was not very cautious today!

After hearing what Mo Yuxiao said, Huanye admired him a little. She smiled and said to Meimei: "Why don't you go quickly!"

"Oh!" Xiaoxing raised his head and looked in the direction of Shura.

Then, he got up and walked over.

Shura just watched her walk to her side step by step, without saying a word in between.

Until she stopped a step away in front of him, and then called him timidly: "Shura..."

In an instant, he felt like a different life.

He looked up again and looked into her dark and bright watery eyes, and his heart moved.

"Shura, why are you standing there? Meimei is calling you!" At this time, Huan Ye's teasing couldn't help but pull him back from his confused thoughts. He glanced at him, but saw that Huan Ye and Mo Yuxiao were looking at them, and his brows were frowning slightly.

"Mo Yuxiao, Meimei will lend me a while."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiaoxing felt his waist tightening, and then his feet were off the ground, and he was held by Shura and flew out of the window.

"Oh oh~~~" Huan Ye deliberately blinked at Mo Yuxiao, "The world of two people is gone, handsome guy, aren't you jealous?!"

"Tsk!" Mo Yuxiao glared at her angrily, "What's your business?"

"Hey—" Huan Ye sighed a long time, it turned out that he was still jealous!

It seems that she overestimated him!

Boring!

Then she flew over and flew to the second floor. She would better go and see the Pavilion Master.

There was a living room downstairs, and Mo Yuxiao was the only one left.

He turned his head and looked out the dark window with some conscience.
Chapter completed!