Chapter 146 Cold Poison

Standing beside Xuanwu was a young man wearing a moon-white brocade gun.

Hexi has a vague intuition that this person is stronger than Qinglong, and his temperament is very cold and rebellious, but he doesn't know who it is.

When her eyes fell on the third person, she was slightly startled. She had actually seen this person before, and she still had no deep impression on her. It was the gluttonous pavilion who hosted the auction without desire.

Wuyu saw her look over, and the corners of his mouth curled into a slight smile, his eyes were deep and dark, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at all.

Seeing the arrival of Hexi, Qinglong didn't even bother to say hello, and said directly: "Come in with me."

The door of the room was pushed open in an instant, and Hexi followed him in. As soon as he entered the room, he felt a rolling heat wave blowing towards his face.

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead, Hexi frowned, and hurriedly used the slightest water to resist, which made him feel a lot more comfortable.

Seeing the pure spiritual power radiating from her body, Qinglong was slightly surprised, and explained in his mouth, "The cold poison in the master's body has already begun to invade the lungs. We have tried our best to suppress it, but to no avail."

As soon as he walked around the corner, a huge bed came into view. The smoke above the bed was steaming, and the temperature was getting higher and higher. It was Nangong Yu who was lying in the smoke.

Seeing Nangong Yu's first glance, Hexi's pupils shrank suddenly.

The man on the bed was only wearing a white silk robe, his hair was loose, and his eyes were tightly closed. From a distance, he could see his handsome face like a sculpture made of jade, and the room was obviously hot like a fire, but he could see it. There was no trace of blood on his face, instead, it seemed to be transparent and frozen.

Hexi had never seen such Nangong Yu before.

In her impression, Nangong Yu was always elegant, charming, rogue, and wanton, but at this moment Nangong Yu really looked so fragile, as if it would shatter when touched.

Without waiting for Qinglong to greet him, Hexi quickly stepped forward and grabbed Nangong Yu's wrist.

So icy! Hexi's hand trembled slightly. She was clearly holding a human wrist, but it felt like she was holding a piece of cold jade just taken out of the refrigerator. And this kind of cold, when touched, has the illusion that it will penetrate into one's own marrow.

Hexi calmed down, slowly infiltrated his spiritual power from his pulse, and began to swim around his body.

A stick of incense passed, and Hexi still maintained this posture, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

Qinglong watched anxiously from the side, and wanted to interrupt Hexi several times to ask about her master's condition, but he was afraid of interrupting her treatment, which would be detrimental to the master.

Just when his patience almost reached the limit, Hexi finally slowly let go of his hand, but his frowning eyebrows still did not let go.

Qinglong hurriedly asked: "How is the master? Can you be cured?"

If even the genius doctor Xi Yue who had cured Ouyang Haoxuan was helpless, they could only turn to Elder Cheng of the Doctors Association, who was Suzaku's master. But in this way, the master's situation will be known to others, and by then, the Pluto Palace will no longer be able to maintain such a detached status. The master may also cause even greater calamity.

Thinking of this, Qinglong clenched his sword's hand tightly, looking at Hexi with a hint of hope unknowingly.