Yao Wei looked at Xiao Yu with amazement. Nan Huajun was the first alchemy teacher in the Holy City. His whereabouts were ethereal. Even the royal family wanted to find him. It took some time. The major families of the Holy City were more and more eager for Nanhua Jun. I can’t wait to get it.

How did Song Yu know Nanhua Jun? Moreover, it seems that it is still very close to Nanhua Jun.

Yao Wei suddenly felt that this exquisite girl in front of him always brought him many accidents and surprises.

Not long after.

An ethereal white shadow flashed into the small courtyard of the fence. The long, smooth hair of the black ink was sprinkled on the back, and a few fell on the chest. If the white robe was immortal, he saw the back of the girl in the room and saw it. She is fine, Nanhua Jun is a little safe.

Xiao Yu heard the shallow footsteps and knew that Nanhua Jun had come. She turned and saw Nanhua Jun coming. She seemed to see the light of hope, her pupils were red, the water was shining, she opened small. The mouth, the sound is also somewhat uncontrollable.

"Nanhua Jun, can you save me?"

When Nanhua Jun came in, he asked for a very heavy **** smell. When he arrived, he thought that Song Yu was in danger. Therefore, he came here, his eyes have been falling on Song Yu, and he did not go to see the room.

When I heard Song Yu say this, Nanhua Jun saw the flesh-and-blood person lying on the ground. There was no skin on his body and face. The complete skin was taken off and placed on the bed.

Nanhua Jun’s eyebrows are slight and gentle to Xiao Xiaodao: “I will first look at your current situation.”

When Yao Wei saw the moment of Nanhua Jun, the excitement and ambiguity in his heart resembled that of the waves, and the raging slap in his heart. Although he knew that Song Dabo’s life was at stake, he should not have such emotions at this time.

However, he can't completely control himself. This is a kind of admiration for the people he admires.

In his life, Yao Yao’s most admired person is Nanhua Jun.

The name of Nanhua Jun, in the minds of the entire Sandu people, is like a slap in the ear, no one knows, no one knows.

The people in the village like Song Auntie did not hear the name of Yuan Qing, but they also heard Nanhua Jun.

Song Auntie took the initiative to leave, leaving the position to Nanhua Jun. When she stood up, her mind was dizzy and she was about to fall. The nearest Nanhua Jun helped her.

"Mother." Xiao Yu saw it, looked surprised, walked over and reached for Fu Song aunt.

When Nanhua Jun handed Song Auntie to Xiao Yu, his white fingers licked a medicinal herb, and said warmly: "Hey, your mother's temperament is not good, you help her to sit down and take this grain." Red ginseng Dan served her."

Red ginseng, the color pink is the middle medicinal herb, the color red is the top grade medicinal herb, and the bright red color is the best medicinal herb.

This Dan is the best medicine for Yanshou Yanshou, even the red ginseng of Zhongpin is extremely difficult to ask, let alone the best red ginseng.

If the nobles of the Holy City knew that Nanhua Jun had the best red ginseng to give an old woman a temperament, I am afraid that he would vomit blood and die.

Xiao Yu gratefully looked at Nanhua Jun, took the red ginseng from his hand and helped Song Auntie to do a rough wooden chair. Red ginseng was placed on her mouth and said: "Mother, you will save." Don't worry too much. I will eat this medicinal herb first. I still need your care in the future. You can't fall down at this time."

Xiao Yu has never dared to cry in the face of Song Auntie. She resisted, even if the tears turned in her eyes, and did not fall. At this time, Song Auntie was already very fragile, and she could no longer be vulnerable.

Song Auntie’s red eyes looked at Xiao Yu, her pitiful expression, as if she was a teenager, she twitched her lips and opened her mouth, swallowing the red ginseng in Xiao’s hands.

Not long after the red ginseng was swallowed, Song Auntie’s white face was restored to blood, and even the body was a lot stronger. Unlike just now, the feet were vain, the stations were unstable, and it wasn’t for Nanhua’s help. She may have fallen.

"Hey, you still have a little luck, it is not difficult to save him, but if you want to make him like ordinary people, live as usual, unless..." Nanhua Jun paused, the latter did not say .

"Unless what?" Xiao Yu asked in a hurry.

Looking at the look of Nanhua Jun, Xuan’s heart is tense, no matter how difficult, she will do her best and try every means to cure Song Pingyong.

"Unless he has a **** relative, he is willing to put seven bowls of blood, I can help the skin to recover."

He can help Song Yu's suede meat, but the whole skin has been stripped for some time, and the blood on it has dried up, leaving only a dead skin.

The blood of this old man also flowed a lot, and it is impossible to use his own blood to resuscitate his dead skin. Only the blood of his relatives can heal.

Nanhuajun sent a rare medicinal medicine to stop the blood of Song Pingyong and to hang his weak breath.

After he finished speaking to Xiao Yu, he saw that Xiao Yu and Song Auntie were both in meditation. There was no floating in his shackles. As if he had known for a long time, Song Hao was not the biological daughter of Song Aunt and Song Pingyong.

He got up and went to the bed, his white fingers picked up the soft skin of the bed, his fingertips condensed a little white light like a star, and painted on the leather, as if it were a symbol, after a while, the soft skin All were surrounded by white light, like the illusory skin, Nanhua Jun's finger wave, the illusory skin instantly changed to Song Pingyong.

"So, you are less suffering." Nanhua Jun Wenrun's to Song Pingyong said.

Song Pingyong's flesh and blood was gone, and the skin returned to him. It was just that the skin was not bloody, and the white body was like a corpse.

Song Pingyong opened his mouth and could speak. The old eyes rolled with tears: "Thank you, save me."