Chapter 67: Critical Point

City A.

When Mo Weisheng received a phone call saying that Yan Yixi had an accident, he let go of the person who had been staring at for two days and hurried home.

Yan Yixi was lying in a coma **. His face was extremely pale with a shallow smile, and his clothes were messy and blood stains all over his body. He was still energetic and clean two days ago. How could he become like this in a blink of an eye?

"What's going on?" Mo Weisheng only felt that his heart was a little blocked. He didn't know where it was blocked. He just felt that the anger fell out. On the one hand, he was distressed, and on the other hand, he was angry, and he didn't know what was wrong. And when he asked this sentence, he could still be so calm.

"It's a person. Yixi was tied up, and the remaining few blocked us and didn't let us go. Mei Huo answered immediately.

"It's amazing again." Mo Weisheng's face was cold. At that moment, he regretted it. He should solve the problem of the person who had been staring for two days to vent his hatred. The rest will be dealt with slowly!

When Meihuo saw that his face became ugly, she didn't make a sound. Although she was 500 years older than Weisheng, many times, she basically didn't dare to provoke her when she was angry. As soon as she saw his indifferent eyes, she automatically took a detour - but she hadn't seen him angry for a long time.

"Weisheng, think of a way." Jeral didn't look at it. He only knew that something was wrong with Yixi's situation: "Her crystal energy has been soaring, and she will explode and die in a few more days!"

"The energy is soaring?" Mo Weisheng calmed down a little. Is the critical point coming? He immediately said to Gerald, "Bring the black crystal powder and other ingredients quickly, and start making medicine immediately."

Geral was stunned and immediately ran downstairs.

"Only when you understand the secrets can there be a critical point. Why is she so fast?" Meihuo was surprised that a human being learned the secret book so quickly. How could this be?!

"I'm afraid she used the secret book to kill people. The potential of human beings is very powerful for development." Mo Weisheng casually guessed, and then said positively, "Meihuo, you and her two gangs take a shower, which is good for the wound."

"Okay." Meihuo picked up Yan Yixi with one hand and went into the bathroom with two girls.

Geral ran up quickly, pushed the medicinal herbs in his hand, and said with a bitter face while pouring on the ground, "Just now I wanted to make it into powder before I brought it up, but these herbs were too hard to turn into powder after being broken for a long time."

- I'm afraid of directly destroying the medicinal materials with energy, so I can only smash them with brute force.

"Sex demon..." Mo Weisheng was about to smash the medicinal herbs, but he suddenly looked up and said, "Please... You take a new sheet from the cabinet to spread it."

Se·Milun looked at the blood stains of ** and nodded slightly and walked to the locker room.

After Yan Yixi was washed and carried out, her whole body was suddenly much thinner and weaker. In the soft **, she was about to sink her body deeply.

The medicine was quickly made into powder in a difficult time, and finally slowly dissolved into half a glass of water. The pure water became dark, and some bubbles came out, like the magic agent of a magician...

"I'll feed her. You have no experience." Se Milun said loudly when he saw Meihuo holding the cup for a long time and didn't know how to feed it.

Meihuo hesitated for a while and handed it to him. Se Milun took it, skillfully lifted her up and leaned on the pillow, and then pinched her chin. I don't know what skill was used to pour the medicine in, and only a little medicine flowed down.

"No, there are so many people around the airport, and it's even night for people in black to do it." Mu Ninghan shook his head indifferently, and then said goodbye to Guo Pingdie and went home.

In the room, after such a long period of energy pressure, the black energy is also a little weaker, and the cracked skin slowly heals. Gradually, the black energy completely calms down, and the energy stays on the skin, with a faint flow.

Mo Weisheng thought about it carefully and said, "I think it's better to take turns to input energy."

"Okay." There was no objection from everyone, and Se Milon was relieved. He lived on essence, and the faint exhaustion just now almost took away his old life.

One person begins to input energy, and the rest tries to restore energy as much as possible - human beings take black crystal powder for the first time, and Yan Cong'an (or Bai Yeting) is not sure what the drug reacts to. At most, it is confirmed that there is no threat. Now it is better that the input energy can be suppressed.

So, the room fell into silence again, and Yan Yixi was still in a coma.

"Don't go..." Suddenly, Yan Yixi suddenly said such a sentence, accompanied by a slight choking.

Everyone looked at each other. What's wrong with her?

And she didn't say the next sentence, but the tears flowed silently, and she looked a little aggrieved.

"Are you dreaming?" Meihuo didn't care about restoring energy, so he took a tissue to wipe her tears: "I'm still crying in my dream. What's your dream?"

What did Yan Yixi dream of?

It's about dreaming of what I'm most afraid of - parting.

She was standing in an empty room at this time. The room was still as snow-white as ever, and her white heart was bare and hollow.

The room is empty, and the kitchen is also empty. Geral's favorite snacks, Se·Milun's favorite game, Meihuo's favorite blanket... There is no trace of their life.

She went to school in chaos as usual and asked her classmates that Mu Ninghan and Guo Pingdie did not exist. Her classmates asked her, what did she do? Did she have a nightmare?

She shook her head, not a nightmare... a dream, also a beautiful dream.

At noon, she sat on the horizontal bar and remembered that Mo Weisheng's favorite was to bask in the sun. She stretched out her hand and pinched herself. It hurt.

So she was confused and at a loss. Suddenly, she felt as if she had no goal. Did she experience Nanke's dream? But that memory clearly swayed in my mind, which was indelible and unforgettable.

That kind of emptiness is unspeakable, and even more money can't be compensated. She began to sit on the gear lever every day. I don't know who she was waiting for. Her classmates said that she was crazy.

Only she fantasized that maybe Meihuo would appear one day, stood in front of her, looked at her like a fool, and then said that she had burned her head? Then he had no choice but to drag her down.

But she waited day by day and didn't see a familiar figure.

She was a little desperate or a little crazy. She knelt on the plastic runway, with a hot ground on her forehead, and suddenly burst into tears.

I miss you...

......

Seeing more and more tears flowing out of her, Meihuo frowned more and more: "I think she is enchanted. Does black crystal powder have such side effects?"

Enchanted means to be entangled by the dream demon. Usually, this situation can only be overcome by himself, but Yan Yixi's body is already very weak, and he is still entangled by the dream demon, which must not be able to survive.

"I don't know." Mo Weisheng felt uncomfortable, although he didn't show a slight on his face.

"Ah, did the rose sent by Yan Cong'an last time useful? I heard that you can calm down. Gerald suddenly said.

"Come on, bring it." As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Weisheng immediately said.

Yan Cong'an's rose was asked for by Geral and put it in his room. On this day, the petals just opened, just like the roses in the world, just a little crystal clear texture.

The rose took it over, which strangely made the black energy dissipate a lot. After a while, Yan Yixi's mood was much more stable and no longer shed tears. Everyone was secretly relieved.

"According to this situation, you still have to lose energy for a day. Can you hold on?" Mo Weisheng said.

"Yes." Everyone nodded.

"Then look... she will be created tomorrow." This sentence, accompanied by a deep sigh, has a lot of expectations.

Everything depends on tomorrow.