She looked at the small robe he was wearing.
The robe was the same as what Ying Yannuo was wearing, except that it was a few sizes smaller.
The fifteen-year-old Ying Yannuo has the sharp edges of a teenager, while the eight- or nine-year-old boy in front of him has a beautiful and tender face, especially a pair of watery eyes that seem to be able to talk.
He obviously ran away from the fire.
His robe was a little messy, his cheeks were a little dirty, and there were even some blood stains on the corners of his lips.
It was obvious that he was injured.
Gu Xijiu looked at him blankly for a moment: "You promised me" Di Fuyi had a look of despair on his face, lowered his eyelashes slightly, and shrank back into the bushes, as if he wanted to hide himself: "I didn't promise you that you recognized the wrong person, please leave."
Gu Xijiu's heart felt as if something hit him.
He looked like he didn't have three hundred taels of silver in this place.
Although this situation is quite unbelievable, in this world of cultivating immortals, anything can happen.
There are too many weird things in this world that can no longer be inferred by common sense.
Not to mention that Ying Yannuo suddenly returned to a child and became smaller, even if a dinosaur suddenly jumped out of the corner to care for Xijiu, she wouldn't be too surprised.
Ying Yannuo must have shrunk because her big bàozhà was seriously injured, but she was afraid of losing face and would rather hide in this corner than admit it.
And all this was caused by her negligence.
The guilt and regret in Gu Xijiu's heart became even heavier.
Looking at his pitiful appearance, something like sourness and warmth seemed to surge in her heart.
No matter what, it is good that he is still alive, and it is not irreversible.
Gu Xijiu breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Ying Yannuo, you don't have to worry, I won't tell anyone.
Come, let me take your pulse."
She would first see where his injuries were and then try to diagnose and treat them.
Di Fuyi looked at her for a moment, and finally sighed softly and stretched out a wrist to her.
The wrist was as white as jade, like a tender lotus root.
Gu Xijiu resisted the urge to bite it and took his pulse.
His pulse was a bit strange, a bit rapid and a bit messy, and his spiritual power was somewhat absent.
It was indeed a symptom of serious injury and excessive spiritual energy consumption.
Gu Xijiu took out the best medicine she had for spiritual replenishment and internal injury treatment, and asked him to take it.
These two medicines were given to her by Di Fuyi.
They were both priceless eighth-grade medicines.
She had always treasured them and was reluctant to use them.
Now give it all to him.
Di Fuyi looked at the medicine and then at her: "Xijiu, this medicine is hard to come by.
It looks like Zuo Tianshi's medicine.
You must not have much.
You don't need to give me this.
I still have some medicine myself. , Already taken” Gu Xijiu raised her eyebrows, but she didn't expect that the little guy knew the goods.
She didn't want to push back and forth with him, so she said smoothly: "Don't worry, I still have a lot of this medicine.
Some are from Zuo Tianshi, and some are from Master Long.
You don't have to be polite to me.
Come on, take it first." ” Di Fuyi: "" He felt a little uncomfortable because she gave away the life-saving medicine he gave her so easily.
Why didn't she give Long Siye's medicine away?
Di Fuyi felt that he seemed to be jealous, and he was jealous of himself.
He was half-leaning on a tree branch, but now he moved, and it was a bit difficult to get up: