Chapter 72: Good Fortunes Come to Those Who Are Able to Die
Before he finished speaking, the golden needle had already pierced into Huo Jin's philtrum and Baihui acupoints like a meteor.
Huo Jin's body suddenly twitched violently, and a beast-like roar came from his throat.
Liang Weiyuan held his shoulders tightly, feeling the muscles under her palms tense like bowstrings.
His pale face suddenly turned purple-red. Even though he was unconscious, veins on his forehead bulged and beads of sweat oozed from his high nose bridge, soaking the bed in an instant.
"Hold on!" Ye Zhonglin shouted, and the last golden needle pierced his chest. "The poison is coming out!"
Black blood oozed out from Huo Jinjian's seven orifices, and the fishy liquid splashed on the back of Liang Weiyuan's hands and neck, as if one could smell the poison in it.
She gritted her teeth and wiped the liquid for Huo Jinjian, staring at his trembling eyelashes. Seeing his thin lips twisted in pain, her heart beat nervously.
Ye Zhonglin then quickly pushed blood vessels on Huo Jin's chest and abdomen to force out the poison. Huo Jin's body was bent tightly, and a broken roar came from his throat. His right knuckles scratched unconsciously, and suddenly tightened when they touched Liang Weiyuan's wrist.
She gasped in pain, but held his hand with her backhand, letting his nails dig into her flesh: "I'm here, you must bear it."
She didn't know how much pain Huo Jinjian was in, but it was obvious that it was something that ordinary people could not endure for such a patient man to suffer so much while in a coma.
An unknown amount of time passed before Huo Jin spat out the last mouthful of black blood and fell heavily back onto the bed.
Ye Zhonglin was sweating profusely and panting heavily, and seemed to have consumed a lot of energy.
He hurried to check Huo Jinjian's pulse, and the solemnity in his eyes slowly dissipated: "It's okay, the poison is cleared."
Hearing this, Liang Weiyuan staggered slightly and her back softened. Her black hair, wet from sweat or water, stuck to her temples, outlining a smile of relief that blossomed on her cold profile.
She knew that Huo Jinjian would never die so easily!
fortunately!
Before she could ask, she suddenly heard a faint noise coming from the man.
Under her slightly surprised gaze, Huo Jin saw her eyelashes tremble violently, and then slowly opened.
When his deep black pupils came into contact with the light, a trace of confusion and discomfort flashed across them, as if ripples were appearing in a deep pool that had been silent for many years.
When Huo Jin saw the bed curtain above his head, he was stunned for a moment, then he tilted his head slightly as if he sensed something, and his eyes met the woman next to him.
The hairpin in Liang Weiyuan's temples had fallen off at some point, and her black hair fell on her shoulders like an ink waterfall. A few strands of hair stained with blood were stuck to her beautiful face, like unintentional smudges on an ink painting.
He saw the woman's eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, her eyes like stars, her features as beautiful as a beauty, and she looked at him in a daze with a hint of surprise.
It's her.
Huo Jin recognized who it was at first sight.
He swallowed the sweet taste that welled up in his throat, and a playful smile curled up his pale lips. As if to say, she was born like this, so beautiful.
Liang Weiyuan's heart also skipped a beat.
She really didn't expect Huo Jinjian to suddenly open his eyes.
At this moment, looking at his blood-stained jaw, slightly furrowed sword-like eyebrows, and the narrow and long eyes that were raised up, his eyes were as black as ink, with a few bloodshot eyes, but seemed to hide the vast depth of the wilderness.
Although she looked a little sick at the moment, she also had a fragile beauty.
He really has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and is cold and handsome.
"Mr. Ye, my husband has opened his eyes now, and his body has recovered much better?" Liang Weiyuan calmed down and asked quickly.
Ye Zhonglin felt his pulse and after a moment, he smiled knowingly and said, "Good, good, this is a blessing in disguise, young master."
"The Soul-Eating Grass fights poison with poison. When I was detoxifying the eldest young master just now, I also forcibly forced out some of the dormant Cloud Grass poison in his body."
As Ye Zhonglin spoke, he dipped the silver needle in the black blood, and the tip of the needle turned an even richer purple-blue.
He couldn't help but sigh: "Young Master, it really is a blessing from heaven!"
"It's such a blessing." Liang Weiyuan couldn't help but lower her eyes, wanting to see if Huo Jin would feel more at ease after seeing this.
Huo Jin never thought that seeing those dark eyes never leaving her, she lowered her head and saw the faint smile in his eyes from beginning to end.
She couldn't help but choke, her mind relaxed, and she felt a sense of amusement at having survived a disaster. She teased, "My husband is so lucky, he should be able to drive away the King of Hell."
As he was speaking, there was a sudden loud noise of weapons clashing outside the courtyard, and Zhu Shu's shouting and cursing penetrated the red gate.
The situation outside the yard seemed to be still tense, and weapons were even used.
I can still vaguely remember Huo Hou's angry shouts.
Huo Jin probably guessed something, his brows slightly furrowed, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.
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