Chapter 777 (2/2)

Nalan Zhengze was stunned, but didn't realize what qingluan meant.

He Xi smiled coldly. The shadowless needle flew out of his hand and plunged into the acupoint of the ”medicine man”.

All of a sudden, the ”drug man” hoarse voice cried out in horror, ”Dad, Dad, it's me! I'm Ziyun! Dad, help me! ”

”What?!”

When Nalan Zhengze heard the sound, his strength suddenly loosened, and the man he was carrying fell to the ground with a bang.

The original cracked ribs pass through this impact, and suddenly poke into the internal organs, leading to a miserable cry.

Nalan Zhengze looked down tremblingly, and saw the face of his beloved son Nalan Ziyun.

His face at this time can't be described as pale, but black and blue with death.

Because the lobes of his lungs were punctured by his ribs, he kept spraying blood foam out of his mouth, and the breath at the tip of his nose was getting weaker and weaker, and he was about to lose his vitality.

”Ziyun! Ziyun! How could it be you! ”

Nalan Zhengze was trembling and wanted to help his son. However, his outstretched hand seemed to be frozen and stiff, and he couldn't even try.

Finally, he felt for a healing pill and tried to feed it into Nalan Ziyun's mouth.