Tianxue qinglue was stunned for a while, and then looked up at Ji yunhuang with sincerity: "thank you for saving master, and the debt between you and me will be written off..."

She's really thinking about writing off with him all the time

Where does she know that his and her accounts are so complicated that they can never be written off --

Ji yunhuang slowly glanced at her and said a word in half a sound. Her voice could not distinguish her emotion: "you're welcome."

The snow is blue and choking there.

Ji yunhuang slowly walked down, suddenly swayed, then stood still, but his face was even paler, almost the same color as his robe.

Tianxueqing felt that her heart was shaking, and she could not help but walk to him: "are you ok?" Reach for him to see.

But was season cloud Phoenix quietly hid in the past, his tone light: "nothing."

Tianxueqing looks at her empty palm, and her heart is a little empty. She quietly takes back her hand: "then you have a good rest."

Ji yunhuang nodded coldly and walked out slowly.

When he came to the door, his figure shook again. Fortunately, he was able to hold the door frame in time to stabilize his figure. His face was even paler and he was sweating frequently.

Tianxueqing said dryly, "be careful..." after a smoke in her heart

Ji yunhuang was unheard of, and walked away step by step. His back was a little bleak, and the dark lines on his white robe were a lot dimmed. Tianxueqing looked at his back, as if he had a big stone in his heart.

"Xueqing, Mr. Ji is not well. Please take care of him." Jimo's voice sounded behind him. Tianxueqing hesitated for a moment, looked back, and seemed to hesitate.

Jimo smiled and said, "don't worry. The poison for the teacher has been removed. Take good care of Mr. Ji."

Tian Xueqing nodded: "master, you have a good rest, and I will go first." Said then hurriedly walked out.

Ji Mo looks at the back of the snow green hurried, eyes across a thought.

In his impression, his apprentice fell down in a leisurely way. When did he hurry?

Ji yunhuang's sleeves fluttered slowly in the corridor, and the scenery on both sides became a foil by the way.

His face was pale, his thin lips almost bloodless, his white robe was blowing in the wind, and he looked as if he would ride the wind at any time.

Snow green catch up with him, looking at his back, slightly lips.

He has a light air of indifference and reserve all over her. She has a feeling of being rejected

When Ji yunhuang is about to walk out of the cloister, she quickly steps forward and slightly supports him.

What ice!

It was so cold that Xueqing almost threw away her hand, but she put her whole palm on his arm, and the coolness came from her palm

His touch is not like a man's arm, but like an ice pillar.

Something's wrong!

His temperature is too low! Normal people are not so cold at all! She almost reflexively pressed his pulse to find out what was wrong with him.

Her speed is very fast, but Ji yunhuang's speed is faster. He silently avoids her hand again.

He seems to be avoiding his touch

After a while, her heart suddenly felt very bad. But at this time, it was the most important thing for her to cure the disease and save the people. She forced the uneasiness of her heart down and explained in a low way: "you are very wrong now. I can know the specific situation only when I pulse for you..."