After escaping, the male protagonist always wants to rip off my vest

The sunlight slanted into the Qiongwu Palace, making Lin Chushu's figure slender and desolate.

The pavilion master in front of him gave orders ruthlessly, and the two elder tigers behind him stared at him fiercely, but his back was still straight, as if nothing could shake the slightest bit.

He spent his blood and blood to build the formation, if he could really ward off this disaster for the cultivation world, he didn't care whether he would lose his life.

It's just that I don't want to be used by someone with a heart.

"You..." Yi Jinlan tightly grasped the armrest of the seat with both hands, and the veins on the back of her thin hands burst out.

He opened his lips again and again, but he still couldn't make a sound. His expression was so weird that it even attracted the attention of Yin Xiangrong who was crying beside him.

"Master, you..."

She tentatively opened her mouth.

But at the same time, a thick black air suddenly surged onto Yi Jinlan's cheeks.

His eyes were wide open, his body trembled, and he began to vomit blood profusely.

"Pavilion Lord!!"

Yi Jinlan had always been in good health, and she had never suffered any hidden wounds from the battle, but at this moment, she suddenly coughed up blood, which really shocked everyone.

Xia Houkun moved the fastest, came to his side in a blink of an eye, tapped several vital points on his chest to stop the bleeding, and the horrible bleeding was only slightly slowed down.

But Yi Jinlan's complexion did not recover at all, but became even more bleak.

He stretched out his fingers tremblingly, as if he wanted to point at Lin Chushu, and at the other people behind him.

But before he could even say a word, he was out of breath and fell on his back.

"Pavilion Master, Pavilion Master!"

Xia Houkun tried to inject spiritual power into Yi Jinlan's body, but there was no response like a mud cow falling into the sea.

"Quickly send the Miao Medical Bureau to see you!"

He hurriedly told the stunned guarding disciples at the door.

The Miao Medical Bureau is nominally affiliated to the Xuanji Division, but in fact it is a relatively independent force.

They basically do not participate in the daily affairs of Chaoyin Pavilion, but take it as their duty to study medicine and alchemy, and even Qiu Shengmiao goes to learn from time to time.

After about half a stick of incense, a figure in plain clothes stepped in step by step.

She is petite, with a snow-white face, a pair of autumn water eyes that are as pink as glass, and a little cherry lips under her nose, she is really beautiful.

It was Pei Xueyin, the head doctor of Miao Medical Bureau, Mengqi Xianzun.

She is similar to Yi Jinlan, both of them are veterans who have served in Chaoyin Pavilion for more than 300 years, so the elders are extremely respectful when they see her, and they all bow to salute.

Pei Xueyin nodded lightly at them as a gesture of return.

Her eyes fell on Yi Jinlan whose clothes were stained with blood, and Dai's eyebrows could not help but frown.

She has treated countless patients, so she can tell how seriously ill the person in front of her is with just one glance.

However, this person is the master of the Chaoyin Pavilion, regardless of his own peerless cultivation, the defense around him can be said to be impenetrable.

Who on earth could cause him to become what he is now?

"Doctor Pei, how is the Pavilion Master's condition?" Yin Xiangrong saw her holding Yi Jinlan's wrist in silence for a long time, and couldn't help asking.

"Some kind of mixed poison was planted in the main meridian of Yige, and the poison has been poisoned for a long time, and the poison has already penetrated into the lungs."

She said solemnly, "If he hadn't been using spiritual power to forcefully suppress him, I'm afraid the poison has already entered his heart veins, and the medicine stone is hopeless."

"Poisoned?!"

The faces of the other four people present all changed drastically.

Lin Chushu frowned. Ever since he came back from the ghost market, he noticed that Yi Jinlan was in a different state. He had tried to ask about it before, but the person always avoided talking about it.

Could it be that since then, someone planted a mixed poison on him?

"But we don't know about it, and the pavilion master never mentioned it..."

Pei Xueyin shook her head, of course she understood Yin Xiangrong's doubts:

"This kind of mixed poison is extremely evil. After entering the body, it will not only destroy the viscera extremely fiercely, but also paralyze the nerves. By the time the pavilion master realizes the abnormality, he is already dying."

"Then what should we do now? Can you be sure of the treatment?"

Xia Houkun didn't expect the situation to turn into this suddenly, and he was a little at a loss for a while.

"The mixed poison ingredients in the pavilion master's place are extremely complex, and I'm not sure."

Pei Xueyin sighed, "In addition, he was in a hurry just now, and he was afraid that he wanted to forcibly break through the poison, but was countered by the poison, which intensified the retrograde flow of poisonous blood."

"I will treat him with surgery. If he can wake up within three days, there may be hope. If not..."

Although she did not go on, the consequences were self-evident.

The atmosphere in the hall became extremely solemn.

It wasn't until Xia Houkun sent someone to escort Yi Jinlan and Pei Xueyin to the inner room for treatment that no one spoke:

"About the arrangement of the Blood Imperial Circle, how should we deal with it?"

"You've all seen it, the pavilion master fainted just now, presumably because of his anxiety over this decision."

Yin Xiangrong sneered, "Before the pavilion master wakes up and gives the order, any action is on his own initiative. The two elders should understand this truth, right?"

"Xiangrong, you..."

Xia Houkun's complexion turned gloomy again. He really didn't understand why she still stood firmly by that man's side even in the situation that was extremely unfavorable to Lin Chushu.

Jealousy was raging in his heart, and he was about to make a sarcasm, but was stopped by Cen Yuzhou.

Unlike Xia Houkun's indignation, he seemed very calm:

"That's good too. Presumably with Doctor Pei here, the Pavilion Master should be able to wake up soon."

Lin Chushu's expression moved slightly.

Originally, he was certain in his heart that the reason why Yi Jinlan insisted on building the blood defense formation at the risk of his own life must have something to do with being affected by the mixed poison.

In other words, this order was definitely not his intention, otherwise he would not be in a hurry.

When Pei Xueyin wakes him up and recovers his mind, he should not do such extreme actions again.

But why does Cen Yuzhou still look confident?

How could he be so sure that with only two inspections and empty guesses, he could nail the trumped-up charges to himself?

The creases between his brows went from shallow to deep, and he pondered, realizing that the development of the situation might have been out of his control.

In this way, the short time before Yi Jinlan wakes up may be the only variable.

"I will never say no to the Pavilion Master's order."

He said coldly, "Lin has important things to do right now, so I won't accompany you."

Now that all the test participants have been quarantined, the Demon Heart Stone will not pose a threat to them for the time being.

During this rare peaceful time, he had to deal with some things.

Yin Xiangrong looked at his back as he resolutely left, feeling sour in his heart.

Although Lin Chushu didn't say it, some things are self-evident.

The wound hidden under the gauze was no longer bleeding, but she still refused to take off the white gauze.

The usually delicate and graceful appearance also showed a bit haggard and weak.

"Master...?"

Che Jingshu, who was beside her, looked at her expression, her voice worried.

"Let's go back too, Jingshu."

Yin Xiangrong looked at her, and smiled softly, "As a teacher, I have some things to tell you."

Che Jingshu followed behind her ignorantly, feeling uneasy for the first time in her heart.

Seeing that he and Cen Yuzhou were the only two left in the huge Qiongwu Palace, Xia Houkun couldn't hold back suddenly:

"Brother Cen, are we going to let them go like this?"

He said angrily, "In case the pavilion master changes his mind after waking up..."

"He won't."

Cen Yuzhou looked back leisurely, his slender eyes were full of determination.

The sudden change in his gestures made Xiahou Kun feel dazed for a moment.

It seemed that the person in front of him was no longer an elder who joined the cabinet with his peers, but a certain superior who controlled everything.

"He will never change his mind, brother Xiahou, just wait and see."

……

"Master, you are back!"

Seeing the familiar white-clothed figure appearing outside Mo Xingsi from a distance, Qiu Shengmiao's strong composure finally cracked.

He ran down the mountain almost in the blink of an eye, his footsteps were so fast that even Jiang Yuzhuo could barely catch up.

"Sheng Miao, I'm afraid I don't have much time left."

Lin Chushu's face turned pale. He had never confessed his thoughts so frankly, but now it's time to make it clear:

"I'll tell you what to do next, please listen carefully."

Qiu Shengmiao and Jiang Yuzhuo looked at each other, and they both saw the anxiety in each other's eyes.

It seems that the sudden appearance of the magic heart stone has brought unimaginable disasters.

"The person who brought the Demon Heart Stone into the Xuanjian Illusion is probably an insider of the Chaoyin Pavilion, and may even have colluded with the members of the Presbyterian Church. Only then can the arrangement be completed quietly."

"What's more, even the owner of the Chaoyin Pavilion has been assassinated. If he still can't recover his sanity after waking up, I will have to spend all my energy and blood to build a blood defense array for the Chaoyin Pavilion."

The huge amount of information hit the nerves of the two.

Qiu Shengmi's forehead throbbed, but she also understood what Lin Chushu meant.

"Your Majesty the Pavilion Master makes such a decision, you may sacrifice your master's life, and you are the only one who can resist the power of the Demon Heart Stone in the Chaoyin Pavilion, and you should never..."

His lips trembled, and his eyes gradually became dizzy.

Lin Chushu shook his head: "How the pavilion master is, I naturally understand that this matter should not be his intention."

"It's just that the mixed poison in his body can't be seen by Doctor Pei for the time being. I'm afraid that even if he wakes up, it will be difficult to get rid of the control of the poison."

"Now that the elders have lost trust in Mo Xingsi, if I can no longer protect you after the blood defense formation, remember not to mess up."

He handed a jade tablet to Qiu Shengmiao.

"If everything is irreparable, use spiritual power to wake it up."

He didn't continue the rest of the words, after all, at the moment when the rain is about to come, it would be wrong to say more.

Qiu Sheng put the jade tablet in his arms in a precious and heavy way, and saw him holding up the gorgeous Liudao Hualian and using his spiritual power to move it.

With a flash of brilliance, his figure disappeared in place.

Returning to Taoyuan Residence again, the scenery in the field of vision is still clear and pleasant, as if leisurely in the world, without any disputes and killings.

Lin Chushu let out a long sigh, and pushed open the fastened door.

His gaze silently fell on the figure in red clothes lying on his side, and it took him a long time before he stepped closer.

The closer you are, the more timid you are.

He thought that his heart had already been as hard as iron, and after experiencing repeated deception and betrayal by the person in front of him, he was already able to calmly face life and death.

Little did he know that in the stolen time, the nostalgia in his heart was reflected like a bright mirror.

Lin Chushu stretched out his hand and raised a strand of blue hair.

The slightly curly hair rested on his fingertips, so soft that it would break if he twisted it lightly.

It is so fragile and soft, but it can always stab him bloody.

Lin Chushu pursed her lips, leaned over slowly, and approached Zhou Changming's cheek.

The overlapping body shapes outline a charming silhouette, and the cold lips are only a few feet away from the skin, but they suddenly stop.

... He caught a glimpse of a wet tear from the corner of the man's eye.

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