The Cold Regent Keeps a Fox as a Consort

Yao Sheng looked at Xiao Xi in astonishment. Nanhuajun was the alchemist of the Holy Capital, and his whereabouts were faint. Even the royal family wanted to find him. It would take some time. , I wish I could get rid of it.

How did Song Xi know Nan Huajun?Moreover, it seems to have a close relationship with Nan Huajun.

Yao Sheng suddenly felt that the delicate girl in front of him would always bring him a lot of surprises and surprises.

Not long after.

A misty white shadow flashed into the fenced courtyard, dark and smooth hair flowing on the back, a few strands fell on his chest, and the white robe was immortal, he saw the back of the girl in the room at a glance. She was fine, and Nan Huajun felt a little better.

Xiao Xi heard the sound of shallow footsteps and knew that Nan Huajun was coming. She turned around and saw Nan Huajun coming. She seemed to see the light of hope, her pupils were reddish, and the water was bright and bright. Mouth, voice is also a little difficult to control choked.

"Nan Huajun, can you save my father?"

Nan Huajun came in and asked about the extremely bloody smell. When he arrived, he thought that Song Xi was in danger. Therefore, he came here and kept his eyes on Song Xi, and did not go to see the scene in the room.

Hearing what Song Xi said, Nan Huajun saw the bloody person lying on the ground, with no skin and complete skin on his body and face, and he took it off and put it on the bed.

Nan Huajun frowned slightly, and gently said to Xiao Xi: "I will first look at your father's situation."

When Yao Sheng saw Nan Huajun, the excitement and surging in his heart was like a sea wave, and the surging beat on his mind. Although he knew that Song Uncle's life was at stake, he should not have such emotions at this time.

However, he can't control himself completely, which is a feeling of worship for the people he admires.

In his life, Yao Sheng, the most admired person is Nan Huajun.

The name of Nan Huajun in the minds of the entire Shengdu people is as permeable as everybody knows, no one knows.

The common people in the village like Aunt Song have never heard Shan Yuyuan's name, but have also heard of Nan Huajun.

Aunt Song took the initiative to leave, leaving the position to Nan Huajun. The moment she stood up, her head fainted. When she was about to fall, the nearest Nan Huajun supported her.

"Mother." Xiao Xi saw this, his expression was startled, and she came over and reached out to help Aunt Song.

When Nan Huajun handed Ms. Song to Xiao Xi, her white fingers twisted a pill and said softly: "Xi'er, your mother's appearance is not good, you help her to sit down and take this Red Ginseng will serve her."

Red ginseng, the color pink is the Chinese medicine, the red color is the top medicine, and the bright red is the best medicine.

This tannin is a good medicine for rejuvenation and longevity, even the Chinese red ginseng is extremely difficult to find, let alone the red ginseng.

If the aristocrats of the Holy City knew that Nan Huajun would take the best red ginseng to give an old lady a look, he would be jealous and vomit blood to die.

Xiao Xi looked at Nan Huajun gratefully, took Red Ginseng Dan from his hand, and supported Aunt Song on a thick wooden chair. Red Ginseng Dan put it in her mouth and said, "Mother, Dad will be saved." Don’t worry too much, take this pill first, and your father will need your care in the future. You can’t fall down at this time."

Xiao Xi never dared to cry in front of Aunt Song. She held back, even though the tears were turning in her eyes, she did not fall down. At this time, Aunt Song was already very fragile and she could no longer be fragile.

Aunt Song’s red eyes looked at Xiao Xi, with a pitiful expression, as if she had grown old all of a sudden, she shuddered her lips, opened her mouth, and swallowed Red Ginseng in Xiao Xi’s hands.

Soon after the red ginseng was swallowed, Aunt Song’s pale face regained her blood color, and her body was even more powerful. Unlike the previous time, her feet were floating and her standing was unstable. If Nan Huajun helped him, She may have fallen.

"Xi'er, your dad still has a bit of fun, and it's not difficult to save him, but if you want him to live like a normal person, as usual, unless..." Nan Huajun paused, and did not say anything in the following words. .

"Unless what?" Xiao Xi asked anxiously.

Seeing Nan Huajun's stern expression, Xiao Xi's heart tensed. No matter how difficult it was, she would do her best to do everything possible to cure Song Pingyong.

"Unless he has blood-related relatives who are willing to put seven bowls of blood, I can help the dead skin recover."

He could help Song Xi's skin with his father's skin, but the whole skin had been peeled off for some time, and the blood on it had drained away, leaving only a dead skin.

There was also a lot of blood on this old man's body. It was impossible to use his own blood to recover his dead skin. Only the blood of relatives could heal.

Nan Huajun sent a superb panacea to stop the blood of Song Pingyong and hang his weak breath.

After he finished talking to Xiao Xi, he saw that both Xiao Xi and Aunt Song were in deep contemplation, and his eyes did not float at all, as if she had long known that Song Xi was not the biological daughter of Aunt Song and Song Pingyong.

He got up and walked to the bed. His white fingers picked up the soft skin lying on the bed. His fingertips had a little white light like a star. He drew on the skin like a symbol. After a moment, the soft skin They were all surrounded by white light, like an illusory skin. With a wave of Nan Huajun's finger, the illusory skin instantly changed to Song Pingyong.

"So, you will suffer less." Nan Huajun said softly to Song Pingyong.

Song Pingyong's fleshy body disappeared, and his skin returned to him, except that the skin was not bloody, and the whiteness was like a corpse.

Song Pingyong opened his mouth and was able to speak, his old eyes rolling with old tears: "Thank you, save me."