"Sister...sister, don't...go into...the house...there are...drugs..."
"Yu Zhiheng..."
Sang Yu cried out softly, Yu Zhiheng smiled and spat out blood from his mouth.
"you……"
"Hahaha……"
Guiren, who was not far away, half-supported his body and fell to the ground. Seeing that it was Sang Yu lying on the ground, he smiled with pity.
"What a shame, what a great move! I was wondering if you could dodge it."
Sang Yu looked at Yu Zhiheng, and the movements of his hands kept tightening. Gui Ren, who was originally talking proudly, suddenly began to curl up uncontrollably. He gasped for breath, and his neck seemed to be strangled by someone, and he couldn't breathe.
Only then did he truly understand how powerful Sang Yu was. She didn't even look at him, but she was able to take his life.
"Help..." Gui Ren looked in the direction of Sang Yu and tried to utter a word. If he looked at him now, he could see the pleading and regret in his eyes, but at this moment Sang Yu didn't even raise his head and directly took his life.
"A mere Qi wave technique actually hurt him. He's courting death!"
After dealing with the person who hurt Yu Zhiheng, Sang Yu's expression did not improve much, because Yu Zhiheng was in a very bad condition at that time.
He was seriously injured.
I fed him blood before, and the toxins in his body had obviously been eliminated, so why is he poisoned again now?
Moreover, the poison was extremely strong, and it quickly grew in Yu Zhiheng's body like a flood.
Sang Yu had no idea about the situation, so she quickly put Yu Zhiheng in the room on the other side and quickly released a flare in the air.
Wake up Xiaoqing and Xiaohong again.
The two woke up and were shocked to see the completely changed yard, but they still held back and didn't say a word. However, when they saw Sang Yu covered in blood, they were still shocked and asked, "Miss, Miss, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's not my blood." Sang Yu said, and told them one to call the imperial physician and the other to call Nie Mingyuan, while he covered his mouth and nose, opened the door and window of the room, held his breath, went into the room and took out a medicine box.
There are medicines here that she has developed during this period, even penicillin was made by her.
At this moment, Yu Zhiheng's injuries required these things. When Sang Yu cut open Yu Zhiheng's clothes and looked at the bloody skin on his chest, she still felt a pang of heartache.
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