Three days passed, and Luo Yuan did not step into Zhiyang's bedroom once, and stayed in the hall all day and night.

Since they set out to the underworld to the present, the things in the Qizhi Temple have been managed by several other elders. Many things need to be decided by Luo Yuan. Especially today, Yingsu and the heavenly soldiers actually attacked the Qingqiu gate. As a last resort, they had to make some guards. If there was another time, the Qingqiu formation outside might not be able to withstand the second such attack.

Luo Yuan sat in the upper seat, and the tea at hand was no longer hot. I don’t know how long it took, Luo Yuan’s face was always rigorous, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked at the memorial in his hand, and gently pinched the red pen with his right hand, making one or two comments on it from time to time. After checking that it was correct, he placed the memorials neatly aside, took the servant in the hall, and took out the memorials annotated by Luo Yuan.

Different from Luoyuan, the situation in Zhiyang is also different.

Since Sun Luoyuan left, he had never come back. Dajiao Xuanyuan was worried when he saw Luoyuan alone and left with Luoyuan. The matter about Zhiyang's healing was completely handed over to Jing Qian, and he came out to take the daily pulse and prescribe medicine. Jing Qian also specially prepared a medicinal incense for Zhiyang, replacing the sandalwood in the original hall. Several large incense burners were added around Zhiyang's couch, removing all the clothes on Zhiyang's body, and using medicinal materials to remove the evil spirits in the body.

In addition, Jing Qian used silver needles to remove poison every day. The method of this silver needle was different from that of others. The needle fell on Zhiyang's big acupoint, used the silver needle to block the toxicity, caught the position of the silver needle, and injected his divine power into Zhiyang's body. The blood vessels around his body went against the flow, making Zhiyang's poison gas less infectious. With this set, the poison only fell on Zhiyang's right eye, and the damage was even smaller.

Three days passed, and seeing Zhiyang's condition gradually improve, his heart veins gradually recovered, but Jing Qian did not put down the stone in her heart. The more she went to the back, the more critical it was. Today, she would take out the silver needle on Zhiyang's face.

This needle was originally a feather needle in Zhiyang's body. When the poison was pulled out at this moment, the time for Zhiyang to wake up would be faster and faster.

Jing Qian couldn't relax for a moment. She kept the rootless water from Jiutian Yaochi at hand. As long as she waited for the toxins to be uprooted, she would quickly put it into the water.

All the work has been done, and next, we will look at Jing Qian’s.

At this moment, the door of the hall was closed, and Jing Qian had already ordered everyone. No one would break into the bedroom now. The fragrance of medicine slowly burned, and the rich smell of wooden herbs was a bit heavy when asked, but after getting used to it, I felt that I could feel relaxed and my spiritual power gradually filled.

Jing Qian stared at Zhiyang's situation with her eyes tightly, and her brows frowned slightly. Seeing that the time was right, she quickly pulled out the silver needles on Zhiyang's face.

"ah--"

Just as the silver needle was pulled out of Zhiyang's body, a harsh scream instantly resounded throughout the Qizhi Hall. Luo Yuan, which was originally in the hall, stood outside the bedroom hall at some point. His face was solemn. His hands gently landed on the gate of the bedroom hall. Gradually, his palms were quietly bent, leaving deep finger marks on the gate.

Zhiyang's scream really fell into Luo Yuan's heart. At this moment, he didn't know what was going on inside. In an instant, Luo Yuan's heart was tightly grasped by something, and his clear-lined neck seemed to be tightly pinned by something, which suppressed his breathing, making Luo Yuan's face a little red in an instant.

The blue veins on his arm were exposed, and I don’t know how much hardship Luo Yuan was suffering in his heart.

"Azhi...you have to hold on..."

With that scream, all the silver needles were still taken out and fell into the rootless water beside Jing Qian. The dark spots on Zhiyang's face were also fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually returning to its originally fair face.

Looking at Zhiyang's appearance, Jing Qian also breathed slowly and stroked the pulse on Zhiyang's wrist. After confirming it again, her originally frown brow slowly unfolded. Zhiyang, who had returned to her appearance, was not as ferocious as before. Her face was soft, and she lay quietly on the couch, without any change, and she seemed to be asleep.

The door of the bedroom slowly opened from the inside. Seeing this scene, Luo Yuan appeared at the door in an instant. Looking at Jing Qian walking out of the inside, he asked anxiously, how was Zhiyang's situation?

"It's very successful to remove the poison. She is still asleep inside. Her eyes are in the condition... she still has to wait for her to wake up."

Jing Qian held the rootless water in her hand, her face was smooth, and she was vaguely smiling. It seemed that Zhiyang really had nothing to do.

Hearing Jing Qian's words, the stone pressing on Luo Yuan's heart instantly reduced by half. Before he could say anything else to Jing Qian, he immediately raised his foot and stepped into the hall. Looking at Zhiyang on the couch, his eyes were red.

I don’t know when it started, but Luo Yuan was willing to shed tears like this. I don’t know when it started. Zhiyang’s blood-covered look was lingering in Luo Yuan’s mind. Once I saw Zhiyang lying motionlessly on stepping on, Luo Yuan’s heart always had a dark anger, ready to burst out at all times.

"Azhi..."

Luo Yuan sat next to Zhiyang, gently stroked Zhiyang's face with his palm. Looking at the appearance that was as good as usual, Luo Yuan couldn't help but smile, and in an instant a tear fell straight down and hit Zhiyang's face.

"Look at you, now you're finally the same as before." Luo Yuan smiled softly, "If you saw you like you a few days ago, I wonder what you would have reacted."

Luo Yuan has always known that Zhiyang has always loved beauty the most. When he was studying under the throne of Lingbao Tianzun, he skipped classes to do some lipids. For this, he kept the Queen Mother's garden very light. Of course, this little girl also knew how to coax the Queen Mother. Every time she got new lipids and powder, she would send them to Queen Mother's place first.

Later, when he went to war with the army, everyone was also curious about why Zhiyang's armor was never stained with blood, but only Luo Yuan knew about this problem. After every battle, she always saw a little girl hiding silently behind a tent, constantly scrubbing her armor.

"Tell me, what if you really become an ugly monster?" Luo Yuan stroked Zhiyang's delicate face with his hand, "Then you will be from the stunning Three Realms to the number one ugly girl in the Three Realms."

I don’t know if it was Luo Yuan’s illusion, but a warm hand quietly stroked Luo Yuan’s hand. Then, a familiar voice slowly rang out...

"If it is an ugly woman, she will be the emperor and queen of your Emperor Luoyuan..."
Chapter completed!