Chapter 1797 The Old Man Recovers (1)

Under the void.

The woman's snow-colored dress is as elegant as the snowflakes, clean and unstained by dust.

Everyone in the Nan family was blocked out, and their faces were a little ugly.

…

Behind Su Yi, Feng Ruqing finally straightened up. She poured a cup of elixir soup from the pot and walked slowly to the old man.

Xia Xia looked at the elixir soup that Feng Ruqing was carrying, and her saliva almost dropped. She couldn't move her eyes away, and swallowed her saliva with a grunt.

But at this moment, Feng Ruqing had no time to talk to Xia Xia. She knelt down, took out a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and put it to the old man's lips.

The old man was already in a coma, so he couldn't drink the elixir soup.

Feng Ruqing frowned slightly. She moved the old man's mouth away with her fingers and forcefully fed the soup in.

not far away.

When Zhao Yi looked up, what he saw was Feng Ruqing's behavior. His expression changed on the spot, and he said angrily: "What did you feed the old man? You really didn't even want the old man to die peacefully, and you still wanted to feed him Drink poison?"

He swung his sword at Su Yi, hoping to force Su Yi and rush in to take the old man out of danger.

but……

Su Yi raised his sleeves, and a sharp ray of light forced towards Zhao Yi, forcing him to take a few steps back and his face was ashen.

"Suyi!"

He gritted his teeth.

Su Yi sneered: "I said that no one can disturb Qing'er, so I won't allow anyone to come forward."

The powerful force was lifted from her plain clothes, and her snow skirt floated without any wind. Her black hair was like a waterfall, and her face was still elegant, but it revealed an unshakable power.

Bai Feng also stood beside Su Yi, his eyes firm and calm.

From beginning to end, Feng Ruqing ignored the battle behind her.

Even though the war behind her had set off a strong storm behind her, she still did not look back and calmly fed the old man the spiritual soup in her hand.

Xia Xia dragged her little head, her little face was rosy, and her radiant eyes looked at the old man without blinking.

"Mom, when will he wake up?"

Feng Ruqing fed him the last spoonful of soup and stood up calmly: "It's almost time."

As soon as he said this, a cough suddenly sounded.

The old man coughed up a mouthful of black blood. Within the black blood, there was a white worm moving.

But soon, the wind blew, and the worm turned into a puddle of white water and disappeared in front of Feng Ruqing.

But this is not the end...

The old man coughed harder, as if he wanted to cough out his entire lungs.

He coughed very lightly at the beginning, so it didn't attract too many people's attention.

But now, with the sound of coughing, everyone on the battlefield was startled and turned their attention to the old man.

Wasn't the old man... dead just now?

He hasn't died yet?

These people in the Nan family still have feelings for the old man, and they are naturally overjoyed to see him come back to life.

Only Nanfang's face was ashen, and his eyes were angry and murderous.

This damn old man is not dead! He was supposed to have died, so why was he still alive?

However, even if he did not die this time, he would not survive for a few days.

Over the years, he had already allowed all the poisonous insects to enter his stomach, absorbing all the spiritual energy and nutrients in his body, making him become increasingly thin and weak, until he died...