"When did it start? Yin Xiu was injured and went into shock due to excessive blood loss? Did you find a doctor?"
Fang Yin was a little nervous, veins popped up on the back of his hands, and he began to struggle unconsciously again.
Ma Xiaoyu did not suppress her this time, but put her boots back, so Fang Yin changed from lying down to sitting, with his skin pressed against the cold floor.
She was obviously very worried about Yin Xiu's condition, but Ma Xiaoyu's attention had shifted to another point.
She sat down on the bed, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and folded her feet together, and then asked: "I don't think I said he was injured? Was he chopped or shot, or was he fighting a master?" I didn’t say anything about the internal injuries it caused.”
"So?"
Ma Xiaoyu lowered her head and stared at Fang Yin closely, as if she wanted to peel off her face and expose the meridians inside.
"How did you infer that Yin Xiu was injured? Could it be that someone like him would stumble and fall? Fang Yin, it seems that you are hiding something from us."
Fang Yin's pupils suddenly tightened, and his originally beautiful eyes lost focus due to panic.
"I'm not lying to you. I've said everything I need to say. I just used common sense to infer that Yin Xiu was unconscious because of injuries. Could there be other reasons?
I'm just an ordinary person, I don't understand those weird things! ”
Fang Yin shouted, the muscles on his neck bulging up, as if he was very excited.
"You're still lying!"
Ma Xiaoyu quickly reached out and grabbed Fang Yin's fingers, telling her to calm down.
Ma Xiaoyu couldn't help but frowned when she felt the stickiness and faint fishy smell coming from the tips of those two fingers.
"I am the female heavenly master of the Ma family. Ever since I was a child, no one, no matter whether they are humans or ghosts, dared to lie to me. This also means that as long as someone dares to lie to me, I will be unhappy. If I am unhappy..."< br>
With a little force on Ma Xiaoyu's hand, Fang Yin's two fingers began to deform, and cold sweat covered her back.
"If I'm not happy, you'll have to rely on your left hand if you want to be happy in the future."
Fang Yin said in a trembling voice: "I didn't expect that they would take action so quickly. Originally, they agreed that everything would be obeyed by me. If I didn't say anything, they wouldn't interfere."
"Who are they?"
When Fang Yin heard this, her original nervousness disappeared involuntarily, she raised her head and sneered.
"Don't you know? The power comes from the imperial court, the imperial master Xuedizi, Qin Tianjian, as well as those military officers, civil servants, everyone who is staring at the dragon's veins."
Ma Xiaoyu tilted her head to the side, "You know a lot."
Fang Yin shook his head, "If I were alone, there would be no way I could know so many things.
Whether it's research or action, what do you think I can do alone? Impossible.
But with the help of Qin Tian Jian, I know almost everything. I found out about my mother’s origins from Qin Tian Jian’s information. ”
"What benefits did they give you?"
Fang Yin chuckled, "It's not that they gave me benefits, it's that I gave them advantages.
In fact, the imperial court and I each took what we needed. I went to Kunlun, and they were looking for dragon veins. They were unrelated but related to each other. ”
Ma Xiaoyu glanced at her, "Is there a connection? What is the court doing looking for dragon veins?"
"That's right, when Kunlun comes, it will be the time when the hidden dragon takes off. At that time, all those hidden underneath will have nowhere to hide and will appear in the world.
As for what they need dragon veins for, the court's spiritual official didn't say, so I didn't ask. I said before, it's irrelevant. ”
"They believe you can find Kunlun, the fairy mountain? No one else can, but you can?"
Hearing Ma Xiaoyu's question, Fang Yin couldn't help but feel even more proud.
She does not feel happy because of other people's approval, but she feels proud of the doubts others have about her.
Fang Yin believed that the more doubtful others were, the more surprising it would be one day when her goal was achieved.
Fang Yin stretched out his fingers and raised his chin high.
"Why me? That's what you want to ask, right? Ma Xiaoyu.
Let me answer your questions!
Why is it that the opportunity to go to Kunlun is not in the hands of a national master or a heavenly master like you, but in the hands of an ordinary, even humble and humble person like me?
Why can I go to Kunlun, but you can only stay on the ground and suffer the pain of reincarnation?
Why is Kunlun to you a beautiful, illusory dream, but to me it is a not-so-distant reality?
There is only one answer, and that is, this is my chance and my destiny! ”
Fang Yin burst out laughing, her whole body shaking, until Ma Xiaoyu threw the clothes on her face and covered her.
"Put on your clothes and let's go to Uncle Ming's place." She said coldly.
"Huh? You're not going to say anything else to me?"
Fang Yin was still immersed in the ecstasy just now, but was interrupted by Ma Xiaoyu's coldness. She suddenly felt like she couldn't get up, couldn't get down, and had no place to fall. She was hanging in mid-air, which was very uncomfortable.
Therefore, at this moment, she actually hoped that Ma Xiaoyu would be rude or arrogant, or respond to her in some way.
But Ma Xiaoyu just said calmly: "Although I really want to kill you now, others may still have many questions to ask you, so I won't kill you or hit you. You just need to follow me."< br>
As she spoke, Ma Xiaoyu turned over the sheets again. After realizing that she couldn't find it, she looked at Fang Yin, who was getting dressed as if nothing had happened.
"Where are the ones you're wearing underneath?"
"What?"
Fang Yin looked at his whole body, "Didn't I already put on my clothes?"
"I mean underwear." "Oh, that thing, I'm not as big as you, so I never wear it."
……
"Uncle Ming, why did you call Brother Xiong here? I remember he doesn't know Taoism, right?"
Luo Wei leaned next to Uncle Ming and asked in a low voice.
He was the one who carried Yin Xiu back from the underground. At first, Luo Wei thought he was dead, but except for his breathing being more gentle, everything about Yin Xiu was as usual and there was no change.
This was also verified by Ma Xiaoyu. The Ouchi master did not seriously injure Yin Xiu, and his meridians were not damaged.
So what is the reason that causes Yin Xiu to remain in a deep sleep? Luo Wei was confused.
As soon as Nahana Yui entered the door, he caught a glimpse of Yin Xiu lying on the bed in the middle of the living room, with a pale face.
He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, a hint of haze flashed in his heart, and then he looked at Uncle Ming and Luo Wei.
One of the two people just lowered his head to smoke, and the other had taken off the hat he usually wore on his head and put it on his chest, also lowering his head.
Lan Po, with a gloomy face and a large handful of incense in her hand, walked back and forth around Yin Xiu, spinning in circles, inserting two pillars next to him from time to time.
Nahanao looked at everything in the room and understood immediately, his eyes were red.
With a plop, Caihua Xiong knelt down in front of Yin Xiu's bed.
"Brother! I'm late! We agreed to eat roast goose together a while ago, why did you just leave!
Now I am sending a white-haired person to a black-haired person. My heart hurts so much! !
God is jealous of talents! Although your personality is not very good, you really have nothing to say to your brothers. Do you have any model pictorials? You will tell me to take a look at any chick you see.
How could such a good person die so young? God is unfair! ”
Caihuaxiong beat his chest and stamped his feet, crying until he became a ball on the ground.
Seeing this, Uncle Ming frowned and stepped forward and patted his shoulder, signaling him to get up.
But Naihuaxiong was still so sad that he couldn't help himself.
He gently pushed Uncle Ming's hand away, "Uncle Ming, don't try to persuade me. My good brother is dead. Even if you put the roasted goose leg from Cuifeng Restaurant in front of me, I won't be able to eat it.
My brother died so unjustly, I want to avenge him! ah! ! Tell me, who beat my good brother Yin Xiu to death! ?
Ouch! ”
Caihuaxiong's round body was kicked to the side by Uncle Ming, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Hit your lungs. He's not dead yet. Nothing happened. He just didn't wake up."
Uncle Ming cursed, then turned to look at Luo Wei to answer his question.
"This guy went to school in Dunling and drank foreign ink. Although he didn't graduate, his knowledge is the best here.
I heard that foreigners are very experienced in this kind of unconscious situation, so I called him over to see if there was anything I could do. ”
After speaking, Uncle Ming sighed, obviously feeling that he had found the wrong person.
"Stop quarreling, are you going to quarrel grandma to death?"
Lan Po glared at them, then took the incense and continued to pray.
In fact, she couldn't figure it out. Yin Xiu's three souls and seven souls were still there, and there were no symptoms of fright. There was not a single wound left on her body. Why couldn't she wake up?
Seizing the body is not seizing the body, and leaving the soul is not leaving the soul. Is there really something evil that the old lady can't figure out? Was her decades of experience in vain?
Seeing that the two masters were silent, Luo Wei couldn't help but sigh.
"It's okay if you only need to sleep for a day or two to rest, but if Yin Xiu never wakes up, we may have to send him to St. Mary's Hospital for intubation."
"What does it matter?"
"Urine tube, esophagus."
"Hey! Good luck! Leave it to you to do it yourself."
Uncle Ming kept shaking his head. If he expected these people to help him, it would be better to ask the ancestor to show his spirit.
At this moment, Nahanao finally recovered and stood up from the ground.
"Uncle Ming, do you know what I studied when I was studying at Dunling University?"
Uncle Ming said angrily: "Of course I know. Afa told me about mechanical engineering manufacturing. At that time, the factory had found a relationship for you, but you were fired."
"Hey, that's my major, but my minor is psychology."
"So what?"
Caihua Xiong did not answer, but walked to Yin Xiu's bedside, checked his pulse and breathing, and listened to his heartbeat in a decent manner.
Then he said: "When I was studying psychology, the textbook I used was written by a ghost guy called "The Interpretation of Dreams."
To put it simply, just like Zhou Gong, the foreign devil studies what people dream about and what each dream means.
And what symptoms can be used to judge whether a person is sleeping peacefully or dreaming. ”
He coughed twice, and then finally announced: "So Yin Xiu, he is not actually in a coma, he is just dreaming, a long, long dream!" (End of Chapter)