Chapter 72 Ouyang Mansion
Hexi was stunned when he heard it, and he muttered after a while, "You took me to Ouyang's house, do you want me to cure Ouyang Haoxuan's illness?"
"What? You're not sure?" Nangong Yu was half-smiling, "If you can't cure Ouyang Haoxuan's illness, we'd better go home as soon as possible. After that, I..." I will always find other Yuanyang fruit for you. .
But before Nangong Yu finished speaking, Hexi raised her eyebrows, her beautiful face full of self-confidence and arrogance: "Who are you talking about? Can I cure the meridian rupture?"
The girl dressed as a teenager said arrogant words like this, her beautiful phoenix eyes squinted slightly, showing a silver-purple luster.
Those dazzling eyes were like a vortex, attracting Nangong Yu's mind firmly.
He stretched out his hand in a ghostly way, clasped Hexi's wrist lightly, and asked softly, "Did I have the medicine that I had sent to you yesterday?"
As he said that, he was about to lift up Hexi's sleeve to check.
Who would have guessed that it would be better if he didn't ask, but when he asked, Hexi remembered the suffocating and unpleasant experience last night, and his face turned cold, and he quickly and forcefully took his hand back.
"Don't worry about it. A small injury is nothing to me at all."
That's right, whether it is for Hexi in the past life or Nalan Hexi in this life, this little bit of flesh and blood has long been accustomed to, and it is nothing at all. She has always carried it by herself, and now she doesn't need anyone's concern.
Nangong Yu's eyes darkened and he wanted to attack, but he looked at her stubborn profile, but sighed again, and said through a voice transmission: "Remember, don't reveal your identity as Nalan Hexi, a member of the Ouyang family. Now, I hate the Nalan family deeply, if you know your identity, it is unknown whether you can get the Yuanyang Fruit."
Hexi frowned, and was about to ask what the grievances between the two families were, but Nangong Yu had already said softly, "Here it is."
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Ouyang Mansion.
In Ouyang Haoxuan's room, the doors and windows were closed at this time, and the whole room was filled with a strong smell of bitter medicine, and there was a smell that made people feel sick as if they were going to go mouldy.
The room was filled with candles, and there were several priceless night pearls, but because of the lack of sunlight, the room was still dark and suffocating.
Mrs. Ouyang is now sitting on the low couch beside the bed, her hair is messy, her eyes are red and swollen, and there is still unwiped concoction on her body.
She looked at her son, who had been tortured into a human form, and cried and prayed sadly: "Haoxuan, mother please, take the medicine, will you? If you don't have these medicines to support, you will soon die because your internal organs are exhausted. dead."
On the bed, Ouyang Haoxuan had a gray face, a stubby beard, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his whole person was full of decadent and dying aura.
Hearing this, he laughed, his voice was hoarse, with indescribable despair: "Mother, I beg you too, let me die, okay? Living without dignity like this, I don't even have the strength to commit suicide, What's the point of my life? It's better to kill me with one knife and let me die clean!"
When Mrs. Ouyang heard this, she cried even more sadly. She rushed to the bedside, grabbed her son's hand, and muttered, "Xuan'er, your father has already gone to ask people from the Medical Association to find the best remedy in the world, there are always people in this world. Can cure you. You must not give up on yourself now."
"Mother, don't deceive yourself anymore!" Ouyang Haoxuan made a gurgling sound, like the low cough of a dying old woman, "Even Nalan Zhengze has come to see it, and the doctor is not good at all... My life is already doomed. Mother, will you just let me die?"