Small farmers dominate the desert island

Chen Yu vaguely heard shouts and hoofbeats behind him, but he was too slow to respond.

Turning around slowly, Chen Yu saw a tall maroon horse charging towards him.

The galloping horse rushed towards him, but Chen Yu wanted to dodge but was unable to do so.

He could only instinctively squat down with his head in his hands!

Longing for a steed to fly past his head.

Facts are always cruel. Not only did the steed not fly past his head, but it kicked him flying with one hoof.

The old Chen Yu was kicked away by the galloping horse, just like he usually kicks the little ones.

He kicked the little one just for fun, and it can also be said that he was having fun while suffering.

The horse kicked him, but it was fatally ruthless.

Falling heavily to the ground, Chen Yu struggled to sit up. Before he could see the situation in front of him clearly, he fell to the ground with black eyes and passed out, unconscious.

"Stop!" With a soft shout, a young girl with a medicine basket on her back jumped out.

While supporting Chen Yu, who was unconscious, she glared at the young man on the horse with an angry face, "Lu Gang, you bastard!"

The handsome young man reined in his horse, got off his horse, and walked over with a smile, "Qingxue, daughter-in-law, why are you here?"

Jiang Qingxue stared at Lu Gang viciously, "If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be able to see your evil deeds. Who is your wife, I have nothing to do with you."

"It's petty again, but I like it, hehe." Lu Gang stepped forward and kicked Chen Yu's leg, "Old ghost, don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly and stay away from my wife."

"You, Lu Gang, you bastard!" Jiang Qingxue yelled angrily.

Lu Gang grabbed Jiang Qingxue's wrist and pulled her up, "An old beggar will starve to death on the street sooner or later. Let's go back to the mansion with your husband. Father must be very happy to see you."

"Let go of me, get out!" Jiang Qingxue threw Lu Gang away with all her strength, squatted down and hugged the unconscious Chen Yu, and glared fiercely at Lu Gang.

"My master is a generation of medical sages, who care for the world, I must save this old man, you, get out!"

The last "Roll" also exited, like the roar of a lion in the east of the river, Lu Gang took several steps back again and again.

"Come here, take the young lady back to the hut!" While Jiang Qingxue was checking Chen Yu's injuries, Lu Gang regained his composure and waved his hands to order his followers.

Several thug-like entourages swarmed over.

Jiang Qingxue's beautiful eyes widened, she glanced around and roared angrily, "Get out, get out of here!"

It was the power of the Lion's Roar again, and the shocked followers retreated again and again.

The princess hugged Chen Yu horizontally, Jiang Qingxue stared at Lu Gang coldly, "Follow me again, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

"Daughter-in-law, go slowly!" Lu Gang brazenly clasped his fists and sent Jiang Qingxue off respectfully.

Jiang Qingxue snorted coldly, ignored Lu Gang, carried the medicine basket on her back, hugged Chen Yu, and quickly disappeared into the street.

The name of the city is Tianqi, there is a mountain in the city, and the name of the mountain is thatched house.

There is a small fenced courtyard in the mountain, and there are several thatched huts in the courtyard.

The night covered the earth, and the bright moonlight sprinkled the earth. In one of the thatched huts, the unconscious Chen Yu lay on the small wooden bed like a silk.

Jiang Qingxue frowned, pinched the silver needle in her hands, and her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, she muttered to herself: "Severe wounds can be cured, but loss of vitality cannot be cured!"

After all, she gave the needle quickly.

One needle after another, Jiang Qingxue pricked dozens of needles in Chen Yu's body in one breath.

The needles are different, the acupuncture points are different, and the needle sizes are also different.

"Hey, I'm still alive?" Chen Yu woke up faintly with a big cough.

"Grandpa, you are awake, if you have any funeral affairs to explain, Qingxue will definitely do it for you."

Seeing Chen Yu wake up, Jiang Qingxue's face was frosty, and she said softly.

As a medical sage, she was very aware of Chen Yu's current situation.

He didn't wake up after his condition improved, but she pricked the acupuncture point with silver needles to revive him temporarily.

It's like modern medicine giving a boost to a dying patient, giving the patient a chance to confess his funeral.

In another way, Chen Yu is now a reflection of the dying moment.

Turning his head to see a beautiful face that is all over the country, and he was also called Grandpa by her, Chen Yu's heart was full of bitterness, and he wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't speak.

Loss of language skills!

Chen Yu really wanted to tell Jiang Qingxue what happened to him, and wanted to ask her to find Mo Yanyan, even if he went to the two gatekeepers to return the jade bottle containing Xiaoya's spiritual consciousness.

Chen Yu couldn't do the things that were very simple in the past, no matter how hard he tried, he coughed anxiously and coughed up tears.

Seeing that Chen Yu's life was hanging by a thread and he was about to die soon, Jiang Qingxue wiped away her tears and pierced him for more than ten minutes, "Grandpa, there is an end to heaven and earth, and so is life. You have reached the end of life." As far as the lamp is dying, if you have any unfulfilled wish, just say it."

Chapter 834 Black Bamboo Snake!

"I, cough, I can't die, save..." Before he finished what he wanted to say, Chen Yu lost his ability to speak again.

Jiang Qingxue hurriedly gave Chen Yu a few more injections, but in the end he failed to recover his language ability.

Chen Yu smiled bitterly, forced himself to sit up, opened his mouth and said silently: "Paper, pen!"

Losing language ability is terrible, but Chen Yu, who has always been pretentious, can't speak, but can write.

Jiang Qingxue understood Chen Yu's lips, and quickly fetched paper and pen.

Chen Yu exhausted all his energy and wrote a line of incoherent small characters: Chen Yu Mo Yan, Yancheng Gate, Yuping!

He originally wanted to write, my name is Chen Yu, my master's name is Mo Yanyan, two guards at the city gate robbed the jade bottle and need to get it back!

But he couldn't do what he wanted, and he knew that he couldn't write so many words.

The words written by his trembling hands were crooked and the sentences were not clear, but Jiang Qingxue saw it as: Chen Yu Mo Yan, Yancheng Gate, Yu Ping.

She was puzzled and was about to ask, but Chen Yu had already collapsed and fainted, unable to wake up again.

Taking Chen Yu's pulse, although the pulse is extremely weak, it is tenacious.

Jiang Qingxue frowned tightly, lamenting endlessly.

People don't die, they can't be buried!