Tang Jiaren looked at the fake tiger with the blood-red king on her head and smiled with a pursed lips.

She asked Yang Diao Diao, "Is Xiao Xuehua's illness dangerous?"

Gong Yang Diao Diao asked back: "Little Snowflake?"

Tang Jiaren pointed at Qiu Yuebai's direction with her chin.

Gong Yang Diao Diao's eyebrows pounded twice, and he thought to himself: The nickname Qiu Yuebai is really... unique.

He stretched out his hand and took Qiu Yuebai's pulse again. After a while, he said, "If a person keeps burning like this, he will go to see the King of Hell until tomorrow."

Tang Jiaren asked again: "How much hope can heal him?"

Gong Yang Diao Diao replied: "Four points."

Tang Jiaren took out a spoon from the medicine bowl, put it in front of her mouth and blew it. Then she opened her clenched fist, used internal force to activate the blood, and a small spoonful of blood flowed out, handed it to Wangdong, and said, "Take it to him."

Wangdong took the spoon with his trembling hands.

Tang Jiaren said: "I'm sure."

Wangdong nodded with tears in his eyes.

Tang Jiaren smiled and said, "Want to cry? There is nothing to cry. I was backfired because my blood was severely lost. They took my blood. Even if they were backfired, as long as they were replenished, they would slow down the backfire. Besides, they might not be backfired on them."

Wangdong said: "I don't mean that..."

Tang Jiaren said: "I don't mean that either."

Wangdong looked at Tang Jiaren in confusion.

Tang Jiaren continued: "I mean, backlash is better than losing one's life. At least, we can connect into a row, go thousands of miles, and become a row of... a beautiful tree with outstanding looks." After saying that, she actually laughed out loud, as if she said something very interesting.

Wangdong's hand holding the spoon was frozen on the spot. He didn't know that he had turned into a tree.

Tang Jiaren continued to push the wall and go down.

Gong Yang Diao Diao asked: "Why push the wall?"

Tang Jiaren replied, "Shut up, so big gray." With a force, she pushed down another wall.

The shopkeeper was so scared that his face turned pale when he heard the rumbling sound upstairs. He felt deeply that the earth was shaking, but he didn't dare to go upstairs to ask what happened. He was muttering Amitabha in his heart, curled up behind the counter with his head and head curled up.

Tang Jiaren walked on bricks and mud to Meng Shuilan and Meng Tianqing's room. She saw Meng Shuilan lying on the bed, with white bandages wrapped around her body, and she looked extremely injured.

He heard the movement, his eyelashes trembled, he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Tang Jiaren.

Tang Jiaren walked to Meng Shuilan's bed, looked at him with her eyes down, and said softly: "Is that okay?"

Meng Shuilan opened her mouth and wanted to reply, but was choked by the dust and coughed.

The white cloth strips were covered with blood, and nothing was seen in other places.

Tang Jiaren didn't know how serious Meng Shuilan was injured, so she advised: "Stay calm, be sure to keep calm, don't cough again."

Meng Shuilan finally stopped coughing, and said in a voice that was so weak that she only had one breath, "Good lady, maybe... it's not possible..."

Tang Jiaren frowned slightly and said, "I think you are very good. You can always save your life if you are honest and recover from your injuries. Besides, with me and Diao Diao, if you have a breath, you can also make you lively and continue to be romantic."

Meng Shuilan seemed to want to laugh, but she held it back.

Tang Jiaren asked: "Where is Meng Tianqing?"

A voice came from behind and said weakly: "Here..."

Tang Jiaren turned her head to look, but saw a person lying in the bricks and soil. It was Meng Tianqing.

Tang Jiaren hurriedly walked over and wanted to reach out to pull someone.

Meng Tianqing hurriedly said, "Don't move, my arms are seriously injured..."

Tang Jiaren used her uninjured hand to pull away the bricks and soil, then directly hugged Meng Tianqing's waist, picked him up, and shook it gently to shake off the dust on her body. Then she put it on the chair and asked, "Why are you so embarrassed?"

Meng Tianqing still recalled the feeling of being picked up by Tang Jiaren, and seemed to have not heard Tang Jiaren's question. It was not until Tang Jiaren poked his forehead with his finger that he blushed and replied: "Oh oh oh... I... I'm going back to the house to wait for you, wanting to hear the movement, knowing when you will come, so... lay on the wall and listened. I didn't expect you to suddenly take action and push the wall down. I... I was hit before I could dodge. Hehe... Jiaren, this process is quite interesting, why don't I perform it for you again?"

Meng Tianqing was still trying to say something else, but Meng Shuilan spoke intermittently and said, "I... I'm going to die."

Meng Tianqing immediately changed his words and said, "You go and see my brother, he may be really dead."

Tang Jiaren glanced at Meng Tianqing and confirmed that he was indeed not seriously injured. Then she looked back at Meng Shuilan, expressed her attitude, and said, "Shuilan, thank you and Tianqing for coming to save me regardless of your own life. I am willing to give you blood, but you have to think about it. If you can carry it by yourself, carry it yourself. I may backfire and may not be good for your body."

Meng Shuilan's eyelashes shook slightly and asked, "I'm dying. Shouldn't you ask me if you have any last wishes? After saying his own wishes, shouldn't you respond carefully, seriously, and steadily, and then try to help me fulfill my last wish?"

Tang Jiaren understood Meng Shuilan's meaning. In order to go through fire and water, he would rather ignore the ancestral teachings of Baichuan Pavilion and be willing to be enemies of the entire martial arts world. If it is just a friendship between friends, it would be too false. He is a man and woman, or a deep man and woman relationship. But there is a kind of person whose feelings are always like a joke, laughing, calm and gentle, and he never takes them seriously, as if he is afraid of being rejected and scared by himself. However, when something happens, he will find that this kind of feelings can be so strong that it ignores his life.

Tang Jiaren is not a tidy heart, but she is already in debt. She dares not respond to Meng Shuilan's feelings easily. She could only smile and say, "It's a pity, you can't die." She suddenly stretched out her hand and pinched his thigh wrapped in white cloth strips.

Meng Shuilan's face turned red, and then she shouted after realizing it: "It hurts..."

Tang Jiaren laughed loudly, making Meng Shuilan, the shameless man, feel a little embarrassed.

Meng Tianqing interrupted, "I'll just say it, it's useless to pretend you're dead."

Meng Shuilan was exposed in person and was so angry that she hit the bed. She wanted to sit up, but because of the pain in the wound, she fell back to the bed, and was so painful that she sucked in cold air.

Tang Jiaren smiled and said, "Support it." She was about to push down the last wall.

Meng Shuilan shouted: "Beauty!"

Tang Jiaren looked at Meng Shuilan and said, "If I were a big tree, I would be willing to take away a piece of branches by you and transplant them into the garden, just to grow hard for you and Tianqing to accompany you day and night..."

Unfortunately, she is not. She is just a person. She must be responsible for her feelings.

Meng Shuilan understood the difficulties of Tang Jiaren, but she couldn't help asking: "If there were no Tang Buxiu and Qiu Yuebai, would there be me?"

Tang Jiaren smiled with her eyebrows and said clearly: "There must be."
Chapter completed!