The Miracle Doctor’s Two-Faced Toddler

The Blood Pill is no different from the Blood Rakshasa, the heart of a normal person. It is absolutely impossible for a person to live without a heart.

The little Rakshasa was willing to spit out blood pills for King Rakshasa, the meaning of which even Patriarch Sang understood, the little thing hoped that King Rakshasa would leave with his blood pills and use his blood pills to heal his wounds.

Patriarch Sang who was not far away was a little stunned. Little Rakshasa, who feeds on blood, would actually do such a move before dying.

After seeing the little Rakshasa spitting out the blood pill, the grief and despair in King Rakshasa's eyes almost crushed his spine, he wished to feed it back the blood pill, he wanted to help Sang Chonghua kill it!

However, he couldn't do anything, the veins eroded by the poison seemed to be blocked, his true energy could not flow, his dantian seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't raise any internal energy. Because of his anger, his veins twitched violently, and his eyes were red. The red blood threads burst open one by one.

But what's the use?

Little Raksha still closed his eyes in front of him.

"Ah—" King Rakshasa roared and rushed towards Little Rakshasa, blood and tears splashed out!

Patriarch Sang kicked him back into the water, bowed, picked up the blood pill on the ground, and smiled triumphantly: "This blood pill is mine now, and the color is not bad. I originally wanted to dig your blood pill." , now, I can have two."

As he spoke, he unceremoniously kicked little Raksha's body aside, drew out his dagger, and grabbed the Raksha king in the water.

Just when he was about to dig out Raksha King's blood pill with a dagger, a terrifying aura suddenly came from the direction of Mingshan. His expression changed, and he immediately let go and stood up: "Let's go!"

The head of the Sang family left with Huang Shiwei and all the masters of the Sang family.

As soon as they left, Sikong Ye and Yan Jiuchao rushed over. The two of them are retreating in a secret room today, isolated from all outside breath. They came here to find out when they heard the roar of the suspected Rakshasa King.

King Rakshasa was poisoned and couldn't use his breath, so there was no thick bloody smell near Mingshan, which is why the two felt suspicious, and they couldn't be sure that it was King Rakshasa himself.

To the surprise of the two, not only the King Rakshasa was seriously injured and immersed in the water, but even the little Rakshasa on the shore seemed to have lost all breath.

Yan Jiuchao pinched Little Raksha's wrist, used his internal force to swim through its veins, and then said with a serious face: "Its blood pill is gone."

"What?" Sikong Ye, who had just picked up Rakshasa King from the water, paused.

"It's out of gas." Yan Jiuchao said, he stood up, looked at the direction where Patriarch Sang and his party were leaving, "Are you going to kill them?"

Sikong Ye looked at the dying Raksha King, then at the dying little Raksha, and said decisively: "Saving people is the most important thing!"

Yan Jiuchao picked up little Luocha, the child looked skinny at first, but now he has no breath, and the ball in his arms is even more pitifully thin, Yan Jiuchao frowned, his fingers tightened tightly Tight, perform lightness kung fu and return to Chaoyang Hall.

Old Cuitou was taking a bath again, and was broken into ruthlessly again, this is really a rhythm that will not be guaranteed at the end of the day!

"You, you, you... how can you be as virtuous as that girl!" Old Cui was hiding behind the screen, and while shaking his clothes, he scolded through gritted teeth.

"What happened?" Yu Wan heard the news, and the moment she stepped across the threshold, she saw the little Luosha in Yan Jiuchao's arms, and her expression changed, "What's wrong with it?"

"Its blood pill is gone." Yan Jiuchao said.

Yu Wan hurriedly lifted off its top, and seeing that its stomach was intact, she wondered, "Didn't someone dig it out..."

It was typed out, or——

Before Yu Wan could figure out why, Sikong Ye also carried King Rakshasa into the room.

Yu Wan glanced back, becoming more and more puzzled: "Is King Rakshasa also injured?"

Bewildered, she quickly entered the treatment state. She cleaned up the big treatment table and asked her grandpa to put Rakshasa King on the treatment table. Cashmere blanket, put the little Rakshasa on it.

The little Rakshasa was already out of breath, but Yu Wan still persisted in feeding it a elixir that brought back life from the dead. The so-called back to life didn't really bring back the dead, it was just a temporary heart stop. , leading to a state of suspended animation patients may be able to recover a life.

Yu Wan didn't know whether little Luosha was the former or the latter, but no matter what, she would never give up until the last moment.

On the way here, Yan Jiuchao and Sikong Ye have been continuously inputting internal energy into Little Rakshasa and Rakshasa King. The Longevity Art is a technique to restrain Rakshasa, and it can also repair Rakshasa to a certain extent. However, the two of them The situation is too pessimistic, their internal strength can only maintain the original state without deteriorating, and it is not so easy to revive them.

Grandma, Qingyan, Yingliu and others also rushed over.

"Ah, how did this happen?" Ying Liu asked in astonishment, if it wasn't for Patriarch Sikong's serious face, he might have thought that Patriarch had hurt King Rakshasa and little Rakshasa so badly.

Old Cui felt the pulse of the two of them, and his gray eyebrows twitched: "It's a bit tricky..."

"How?" Yu Wan asked.

Old Cui said: "They have been poisoned by chronic poison. King Raksha has accumulated a lot of poison, he can't use his skills, and he has lost too much blood. He is in critical condition. Although little Rakshasa has been poisoned lightly, he has no blood pills. The situation is more critical.”

To put it bluntly, neither of them may be able to save their lives.

If it is necessary to protect it, it can only be King Paul Sha.

After realizing what old Cuitou meant, Yu Wan's heart twitched. She looked at the pale little guy on the table and said in disbelief: "Is it really hopeless?"

As a mother, there is nothing more unacceptable than a child passing away in front of her. Besides, this is a child who has been saved by her and Yu Dabao. She has thought that she will raise it. Treat it as its own, let it become the younger brother of the three little guys, but such a person, in an instant, will be gone if he says nothing...

Old Cuitou was also very sad, he sighed helplessly: "It has no blood pill, it can't live anymore."

"Grandma, what can you do?" Yu Wan looked at Grandma beside her.

Grandma shook her head regretfully: "Blood Rakshasa can't live without blood pills, they are evil things, masters without inner alchemy will at most become useless people, but without blood pills, Xue Luosha will become dead."

All things in the world, mutual generation and mutual restraint, the strength of Xue Luocha has never been without price.

When everyone was worried, King Rakshasa on the treatment table suddenly opened his eyes. He turned his head slowly, looked at the unconscious little Rakshasa, and then at Sikong Ye beside him, exhausting all his strength. Tremblingly, he raised his hand, grabbed Sikong Ye's hand, and covered his dantian.

Sikong Ye was taken aback for a moment: "You..."

King Rakshasa looked at him pleadingly, the injury was too serious, he couldn't speak, but Sikong Ye understood his eyes, and he said clearly: "Give...my...blood pill...to it..."

King Rakshasa is a proud man, he can be defeated, he can be humiliated, and he can stay in a cave with no sky for decades just to practice an evil skill, but he never bowed his head to others, and even He will not plead with his own deadly enemy.

His person lay there critically ill, but all his aura knelt down, he trampled his self-esteem under his feet, and he begged to look at this man who he never wanted to lower his posture in front of him for the rest of his life.

Sikong Ye was stunned for a moment. If it is said that he never cared about Sang Qiuhan until Sang Qiuhan became a blood rakshasa, but it was at this moment that he really looked at him. It was also at this moment that he Only then did he feel from the bottom of his heart that Sang Qiuhan was qualified to be his opponent.

They had agreed to fight for three days, it was because he had to go, but now, he wanted to go from the bottom of his heart with a kind of respect for his opponent.

Unfortunately, I can't go.

This man gave up in front of him, but Si Kongye felt that at the moment of giving up, Sang Qiuhan had actually won.

Sang Qiuhan's biggest enemy is himself, he has won against himself and the demons he has held for so many years.

"Do you really want to dig Rakshasa King's blood pill? It's better not to..." Old Cuitou said as he handed over the dagger.

Everyone: "..."

Old Cui cleared his throat, and said again: "However, I want to remind you that even if you dig out his blood pill, it may not be able to save little Raksha. King Raksha's blood pill is too powerful, and little Raksha may not be able to bear it." Let's face it, at that time, the worst result may be that the little Rakshasa is not rescued, and the Rakshasa King is also dead."

These words were said to Sikong Ye and his party on the surface, but they were actually said to King Rakshasa.

Sikong Ye looked at King Rakshasa and sighed, "Did you hear that? There is a great possibility of failure."

King Rakshasa shook Sikong Ye's hand pleadingly.

please.