I Am Really Not The Great Demon King

Afterwards, regardless of other people's attitude changes, Xia Yu always stayed beside Qingxue, who had a weak breath and didn't know when she might die, looked at each other caringly, without saying a word.

Even Zhang Heng, who was on the side, couldn't help but admire in his heart.

This is the true companion.

This is the real good sister!

The vitality of the tea kungfu, Qingxue on the stretcher, has begun to dissipate obviously.

Even many warriors who have not become brave can not help noticing the changes in Qingxue's body, looking at the other party's sallow face, looking at the other party's pale and chapped lips, everyone, even the worst-sighted person can detect it. Then, the fire of Qingxue's life was quickly dissipating.

If there is no good treatment, Qingxue's death is already a certainty.

Xia Yu on one side was naturally aware of this, but he didn’t know how to do medicine himself, so he could only look obediently on one side, but he was helpless. The expression in his eyes was extremely anxious, but he didn’t know what he should do. What can be done and what can be done.

Suddenly, she seemed to have made up her mind. She stood up, lowered her head and took a deep look at the ugly-colored Qingxue on the stretcher. She bit her lip lightly, and then turned around without looking back. Walked towards the door.

Seeing Xia Yu's actions, other people didn't know what she was going to do for a while.

I was very concerned about Qingxue just now, but now that the other party was dying, why did she suddenly leave.

Isn't she ready to accompany each other for the last time?

Still, she has other things to do.

Soon after it rained and left the hall on the second floor, I saw an old man and a young man walking into the hall on the second floor.

The old man looks like a crippled prawn in his declining years.

However, what is strange is that the old man's face does not have a trace of wrinkles, but a healthy rosy glow.

Paired with the old man's silver hair and snow-like long beard on his chest, the image of an old deity with a crane of hair and a childlike face appeared vividly before everyone's eyes.

Well, the premise is that everyone does not pay attention to the old man's rickety body, and the skinny hands that look like chicken feet outside the sleeves.

The old man's breathing was solemn, but long.

Many people feel that vitality and death exist in the old man's body at the same time, and they are almost equally exuberant.

On the right hand of the old man, there was a smart boy who looked icy and snowy.

The teenager seems to be only eleven or twelve years old.

He had two sheep horns combed on his head, a pair of round apple-like faces, two big eyes gleaming, and he was spinning around at the crowd, seemingly not afraid of strangers at all.

The young man held the old man's right arm, and followed the old man's slow but well-balanced pace into the hall.

The young man and the old man looked around at everyone around him.

After seeing Duke Huang at the head of the hall, the old man couldn't help but bowed to Duke Huang with his fists, then smiled slightly, revealing a tooth that looks stronger and whiter than the young man, and said: "Old man, Undead Yang, I have seen Duke Huang. "

"I don't know what is the urgency of Huang Gong in such a hurry to find the old man to come to the Huangyang Restaurant?"

Huang Gong listened to the words of the old man Yang, and immediately stood up solemnly. In fact, the first time the old man Yang went into the hall, Huang Gong had already stood up.

"I want to ask an old genius doctor to treat a patient, and ask the old genius doctor to look at Huang's face and don't refuse."

Hearing what Huang Gong said, the old man Yang Buju nodded and said: "Since it was Huang Gong's order, the old man would naturally not refuse."

But as soon as Yang Budie's words fell, he found that the boy beside him had loosened his arm supporting him, turned and walked in front of Qingxue on the stretcher, and the curtain looked up for a moment.

After a while, the young man suddenly shook his head expressionlessly, as if he felt powerless for anything.

Then the boy seemed a little unwilling.

Suddenly he stretched out his hand again and probed Qingxue's breath. After experiencing Qingxue's breath, the boy shook his head calmly again.

But at this time, the look on the young man's face was already a little dignified, and he couldn't see the look of a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers when he first entered the hall.

After talking about Qingxue's breath, the young man stretched out his right hand again, grasped the pulse of Qingxue's wrist, closed his eyes slightly, probed it, then released his right hand and bit his head again.

This time, his face has become a bit unsightly.

When Huang Gong and others on one side saw the arrival of the genius Doctor Yang, they did nothing, but watched his own grandson busy, as if the true genius doctor in Huangyang Town was not Yang Wudie himself. It's like his grandson.

Seeing this, the expressions on the faces of Duke Huang and his subordinates did not matter. Sun Yaoting probably estimated Duke Huang’s face, although in his heart he did not take the action personally, but when Qingxue was in jeopardy. , Tuo Da asked his own junior to take action to help Qingxue explore the condition and heal the dissatisfaction of the disease, but due to the face of Huang Gong, the look on Sun Yaoting's face did not change.

As for the general Beihai Escort Board Zhong Baotou and Zhang Heng, the expressions on their faces were already a bit displeased.

Although they and Mr. Yudi and his disciples had taken precautions, Mr. Yudi and his disciples were after all the guests of the North Sea Escort.

Now that Qingxue is in danger, the so-called genius doctor Huang Gong is looking for is so inconsistent. How could they be happy?

But at this moment, they saw that the eleven or twelve-year-old boy looked like an adult at this time. He opened Qingxue's eyelids and looked at it, and finally the look on his face became extremely depressed. Finally stood up and shook his head solemnly at his grandfather Yang Budie and Huang Gong, who was the leader, before he said, "It's not her who you want to treat, right?"

The boy pointed at Qingxue on the stretcher and said.

"Are you kidding me?"

"Invite us so far, so that we can help you heal a mortal person?"

Huang Gong listened to what the young man said, and looked at Yang Budie's face, grudgingly smiled and said, "What do you mean by little son?"

"The old man doesn't quite understand."

"Someone Huang wants to come and hear that Yang's superb medical skills are superb medical skills, life and death, flesh and bones."

"Could it be that God Doctor Yang still has a disease that cannot be cured in this world?"

Hearing Duke Huang's words, the eleven or twelve-year-old boy did not have the slightest timidity. He spoke in a crisp voice with a childish voice: "The medicine doctor does not die, the Buddha is a destined person."

"This person's condition, vitality is cut off, and he is dying. Even if Daluo Jinxian descends, there is nothing to do."

"Huang Gongde is highly respected, so don't make it difficult for me and my grandfather."

While speaking, he unexpectedly bowed to Huang Gongshen suddenly, touching the ground for a long time.

Huang Gong listened to the other party, and for a while, he didn't know how to answer the other party.

After all, what the other party said was justified, and he didn't know how to respond to the opponent.

At the same time, Xia Yu, who had left the Yellow Goat Restaurant, looked like a dexterous and swift deer, and in a flash, she rushed into a nearby inconspicuous inn.

Then he ran directly into a room in the inn.

In the room, there was a delicate and elegant attic. The curtain in front of the attic was low, blocking all possible peeping directions.

This is actually Mr. Yudi's attic.

Mr. Yudi did not actually live in the Huangyang Restaurant.

As soon as Fang entered the room and closed the door, Xia Yu slammed and knelt on the ground without hesitation. He kowtowed his head against the intricate and elegant attic again and again, but said nothing. .

Bang bang bang bang...

A heavy and monotonous voice kept ringing in the room.

The strength of Xia Yu's kowtow was so great that the entire small inn began to tremble because of her abnormal movement.

The shopkeeper of the inn looked at his own inn with a look of horror, for fear that the inn that had been standing for many years would collapse in his own hands, turning him into a prodigal who corrupted the Zizong's family business.

He begged his grandpa to tell his grandma all the time, and he secretly prayed that his inn should not collapse just like that.

After a long time, in the attic of the inn room, a voice finally came out.

A swift and distant melodious flute rang.

The sound of the flute is asking Xia Yu, who is kneeling on the ground and can't afford to kneel: "Are you really going to save Qingxue?"

When Xia Yu heard the sound of the flute, she slowly raised her head in disbelief, looked at the attic with the low curtain in front of him, was taken aback, and then confirmed that he had not misheard, immediately nodded without hesitation, and then thought. The people in the attic couldn't see that they nodded, and then they spoke anxiously: "Yes, the disciple is willing to save Senior Sister Qingxue, please sir, you must protect her from death anyway."

"If Qingxue can survive, the disciple is willing to bear all the consequences."

Hearing Qingxue’s words, the moment it sank in the attic, a short and pleasant flute sounded, and again: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

Qingxue listened to the voice in the attic, with a resolute look on her face. Her hands hidden in her sleeves were tightly clasped together, and she spoke without hesitation: "The disciple knows, what the sir said before That matter, the disciple is willing to agree."

Hearing Qingxue's words, in the exquisite and elegant attic, the short flute sounded again without stopping: "In this case, you can swallow this thing."

As soon as the voice fell, the curtain in front of the attic automatically opened without wind, and then a weird thing of direct length flew out of it.

That thing really seemed to be a phalanx, and it seemed to be a finger, the hall was warm and shiny, white jade.