In the house, transferless nails were unfolded.

...

Yun Ji took out the pill from the medicine box, crushed it into powder, and sprinkled it on the wound on Chu Yue's back.

I took another pill, pinched it into liquid, and applied it to the bone where the nails are not visible.

The Shennong Nine Needles nailed the nine acupoints around Chu Yue, sealing the flowing essence in Chu Yue’s martial body.

In this way, Chu Yue's pain will be reduced!

Yun Ji was quick in his eyes and hands, and pulled out the lifeless nail from the pulling of bones and flesh.

"Old Bai, Qikill Dagger!"

After Yun Ji finished speaking, the protector Bai immediately took out the dagger.

Ye Mohan closed his eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt had already faded to his strong waist.

Yun Ji took the dagger and cut a hole directly into Ye Mohan's spine.

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Ye Mohan's body trembled slightly, and the blue veins on his back of his hands, arms, and forehead bulged.

The pain that was even more terrifying than the heart-wrenching heart spread throughout Ye Mohan's body from his spine.

Blood suddenly surged out.

Before Wusheng Nail was violent, Yun Ji stabbed the nail into Ye Mohan's spine.

Yun Ji and Bai Guardian looked at Ye Mohan with special nervousness.

"Stop the bleeding for her."

At that moment, the power gushed out from Wusheng Nail was going to smash his soul directly.

If you fail to hold on for a moment, your whole person will be eroded by the lifeless nail.

He slowly opened his blood-cold and scarlet eyes, held Chu Yue's hand, like an ancient gentleman, kissing the back of the girl's hand gently.

"Your Highness, you may be able to bear it?" Bai Guardian asked in tears.

Ye Mohan's lips and teeth were bleeding, making a hoarse sound.

His spine was bleeding.

If you can't hold on, you have to hold on.

He must live to protect his girl, his son.

“Can hold on.”

Ye Mohan said.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His brows were tightened, shrouded in pain, and was about to collapse on the verge of violence.

Yun Ji opened his mouth slightly and wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent and began to stop bleeding for Chu Yue. When Chu Yue stopped completely, the martial arts body lost its first lifeless nail and the wound slowly healed.

Ye Mohan said: "Seave the wound together and don't spill a trace of blood."

"It hurts to thread a needle. You can bear it. If you don't sew the wound, you can't hide it."

Yun Ji controlled the needle with both hands and penetrated the skin, flesh, bone marrow, and Yuanhun on Ye Mohan's back.

But whenever his eyes swept over the girl on the couch, his eyes would always become particularly gentle. Yun Ji then took out the Shennong Nine Needles and stitched Ye Mohan's wounds on his back.

"Puchi--"

Ye Mohan vomited blood.

After one injection, you will have to pass around.

It takes nine stitches to complete the wound.

"Or, forget it."

Yun Ji said: "Don't suture it, use elixir to treat it."

The White Protector quickly wiped the blood, and tears continued to flow: "Your Highness..."

Ye Mohan lowered his head, closed his eyes, and was still trying to use his palm to warm up the girl's little hands.

If it is not sewn, Chu Yue will find it.

She loves him so much.

“Sewing.”

Ye Mohan looked cold.

Ye Mohan thought of this, slowly raised his hand and slowly stroked Chu Yue's eyebrows, as if he was smoothing the creases between Chu Yue's eyebrows.

Men must stand tall.

It will be uncomfortable.

She didn't want to see her deep brows and tears.

Smiled in the heart-wrenching pain.

Yun Ji wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end he silently controlled Shennong Nine Needles to stitch Ye Mohan's wound on his back.

On the shoulders of a husband, he has his entire world.

He smiled softly.

But he admired and was impressed by it.

...

Whenever he and Bai Guardian thought Ye Mohan's will was about to collapse, they would find that Ye Mohan looked at the girl named Ye Chuyue and was as if she had taken a magic pill and survived it.

Yun Ji didn't know what kind of heavy feelings this was.

In addition, Bai Xianxian, Ji Qing and these princes and nobles who were full of food also came to join in the fun.

Ji Qinghe gathered with a group of playboys, stretched his neck to look for Ye Chuyue. Before he saw the figure, he covered his mouth with a fan and muttered like a long tongue woman: "I heard that the inner disciples of the Medicine God Sect were in seclusion in Xinghai City, and they worked hard to put down their cultivation and rushed over. Without saying a word, they went to see Ye Emperor and General Wuling. Could it be that General Wuling's brain was burned by magma, so please ask Mr. Yun Ji to treat his brain?"

Unlike this house, the Mufu Ancestral Hall is lively and bustling.

It is full of tribe elders, veterans, senior figures and young warriors from all over the world.

"What are you talking about here?"

Bai Xianxian put his hands on his hips and appeared in front of them angrily: "You are all idle and idle, hiding behind others every day to discuss right and wrong. Do you have the temperament of a famous family? I feel embarrassed for you. You dare to talk nonsense about Mr. Chu again, and this princess has peeled you."

“It’s possible.”

The young man from the Sikong family whispered: "The magma of the demon flame is poisonous and is the most likely to burn your brain. This is called "The cycle of reincarnation in heaven, and the retribution is unhappy. Who told her to kill the head of the Nangong family?"

Bai Xianxian frowned and gritted her teeth.

She originally wanted to see Mr. Chu's style, but she did not listen to her mother's wife Yongding's dissuasion, so she came from the princess's mansion. Ji Qing and Se Se were trembling and were silent with several friends.

Only the young man from the Sikong family said unwillingly: "The ancestral hall conference has begun. The old man has long said that Ye Chuyue would inherit the position of the head of the Mu Mansion on his behalf. What is this now? Look at the time. If you miss the time of the ancestral hall conference, the head of the Mu Mansion will be Mu Ruoting."

At this moment, Mu Xiangtian, one of the heads of the Mu Mansion, appeared in the lobby of the ancestral hall with hundreds of old men.

He asked the old uncle not far away: "Brother, if your girl dares not come yet, as soon as the bell rings, I will ask you to hand over the clan leader's seal to Ruoting. Moreover, you will ask you to give up this mansion and move to our place."

Then, the eyebrows were filled with worry.

Could it be that Mr. Chu was really burned by magma?

Mu Xiangtian was immediately angry.

But then I thought about it and my grandson was about to become the patriarch, so I smiled happily.

The old man frowned and said, "The clan cauldron has not yet ringed, why are you anxious? Why are you still a petty family member who is not on the table like when he was young?"

"you--"

They were all stopped by the Blood Guardian.

The Blood Protector said nothing, only making them believe Ye Mohan.

The old man, Master Huaiqing, Mu Qinghuang and others are all above their own position.

These days, they have gone to find Xiao Chu and Ye Emperor.

The other old men following Mu Xiangtian bowed and congratulated:

"Young Master Ruoting has achieved success at a young age. It's really good. I heard that he is about to go to the Imperial Army Division, so it must be the pride of our Mu Mansion."

"Brother Xiangtian, congratulations to your eldest grandson, who is young and promising, will soon become the patriarch of the Mu Mansion. Congratulations."

An old man from the Mu family congratulated him on the spot.

"The time is here. Please get the clan cauldron and ring the clan cauldron bell, and congratulate the trusted clan leader for coming."

“…”
To be continued...