Gao Yuanshang took out a very small porcelain bottle from his waist and held it in his hand. The man's eyes lit up, even more excited than seeing an elixir. However, he was obviously not Gao Yuanshang's opponent, so he was worried that Gao Yuanshang would go back on his word, so he said, "Take it."

Gao Yuanshang seemed to be waiting for his words, so he helped Song Anle to the side, but he walked towards the man in vain. But as soon as he took a step, the man said in time: "Wait a minute."

Because the man took Song Xiaojing back and Gao Yuanshang did not dare to act rashly. He instinctively stopped again, and the man said again: "Let her send it."

The man signaled Song Anle beside him, a weak injured woman must be much safer than Gao Yuanshang, who had unfathomable martial arts skills.

Gao Yuanshang frowned slightly, his already cold face instantly became darker. Song Anle was already injured, and he did not guarantee what the man in front of him would do. If there was any mistake, he would rather lose one insurance.

Before Gao Yuanshang could speak, Song Anle walked up first and said, "Let me go."

"No." Gao Yuanshang did not think about it at all. His firm tone and cold expression made Song Anle start to be confused.

"Gao Yuanshang..." Song Anle locked his eyebrows and eyes, with crystal tears flashing in her beautiful eyes, and her pale face was filled with endless begging.

"It seems you don't want her to live." The man said, pressing the sharp blade against Song Xiaojing's neck. Perhaps he felt the pain in his neck. Song Xiaojing screamed in frightened: "Ah... don't..."

"Stop." Song Anle stopped the man's movements anxiously. She looked at Gao Yuanshang in a blink of an eye. She couldn't imagine that Gao Yuanshang would be so ruthless.

Gao Yuanshang had been brewing for a long time before handing the small porcelain bottle in his hand to Song Anle, but he moved his lower eyes away, as if he was unwilling to look at the next situation.

Song Anle finally felt much more relieved, so she showed a pale smile on her face. She took the small porcelain bottle and walked towards the man. Although she was a little unsteady, she still insisted on walking over.

When he arrived in front of the man, Song Anle handed over the small porcelain bottle. When the man saw the antidote, he seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw. He excitedly reached out to pick up the small porcelain bottle. However, when Gao Yuanshang took advantage of his relaxing vigilance, he threw out the golden wire in his hand and knocked the knife in the man to the ground.

Song Anle was quite sensitive. When she saw that the blade on Song Xiaojing's neck was not present, she pulled her over. The man also reacted at this time. He didn't care about the antidote, but instead arrested the hostage first to keep the most stable.

Seeing that the man was going to catch Song Anle and the others again, Gao Yuanshang waved his hand and a few thin needles like thin silk flew towards the man again, but the man was not in a trance this time. However, because of the sudden arrival, the man won the bid again, but he almost caught a thin needle.

But the man himself had been completely occupied by poison, so he swung the fine needle in his hand out. Song Anle turned around and checked whether the man was chasing him, but he happened to be hit by the fine needle of the man.

"Ah..." Song Anle screamed in pain, and then was attacked by an indescribable pain. Her body began to be numb and weak. Fortunately, Gao Yuanshang fell sideways quickly and held Song Anle who was about to fall to the ground.

Before Gao Yuanshang fell to the ground, he was lucky to hold Song Anle in his arms. He secretly cried out when the man took action, but the incident happened too suddenly and he had no time to stop it.

"Song Anle." Gao Yuanshang seemed to be worried in his low voice.

Song Anle was already confused by the so-called paralysis and pain, and her deep-locked brow seemed to be telling her pain. Gao Yuanshang thought about the extreme toxicity that he naturally understood.

Gao Yuanshang did not dare to neglect at all. He gently untied Song Anle's left half of her clothes. She Shengxue's skin was red and swollen. He knew very well that it was the part that was stabbed by the fine needle. Because the antidote was smashed to the ground by the man just now, there was no extra antidote on him.

The only way is to suck out the fine needles from Song Anle's body so that she can temporarily relieve her toxicity. So Gao Yuanshang lay on Song Anle's shoulder without considering it, and sucked it in big mouthfuls.

"Ah..." Song Anle's stinging wound was torn apart again. She frowned with unbearable pain and her jade hands also grabbed Gao Yuanshang's back. Although it was released tightly, it still could not relieve the paralysis and stinging pain in her body.

Due to the extremely toxic effect, Song Anle's consciousness was not only confused, but also his actions could not help but act. However, as the torture in her body, she pushed Gao Yuanshang hard and kicked her feet restlessly.

Song Xiaojing seemed to be shocked. When she saw Song Anle in pain, Gao Yuanshang forced her to bite her on her shoulders, so she thought everything was Gao Yuanshang's fault.

"What are you doing? Let her go." Song Xiaojing fell to kneel on the ground and pushed Gao Yuanshang hard.

"Help press her feet quickly." Gao Yuanshang then noticed Song Xiaojing's use.

Song Xiaojing was still a little slow. At this time, Gao Yuanshang said angrily again: "If you don't want her to die, just press her quickly."

Because this kind of poison can torture and numb people, the most feared thing when toxins occur is the fierce resistance of people. If a person gets crazy due to the toxins, it will only aggravate the toxic attack.

Song Xiaojing only knew that she could not let Song An euthanize her, so she nodded in panic and pressed Song Anle's turbulent legs. Gao Yuanshang was relieved to suck on her shoulders without Song Anle's resistance.

Because the fine needles will slowly be transferred into the human body, but fortunately he is familiar with the inertia of this poison, so after patiently sucking for a while, he finally sucked out a small fine needle.

It was a nearly fainting consciousness, but when she was sucked out of her body, she screamed in pain, "Ah!"

As her body recovered, Song Anle fainted again in Gao Yuanshang's arms. This time she fainted, she no longer clutched Gao Yuanshang's arms tightly, but completely relaxed herself in his arms.

"What's wrong with her? Are you dead?" Song Xiaojing looked at Gao Yuanshang with tears in her eyes.

What Gao Yuanshang rejected most was the word "death". He glanced at Song Xiaojing coldly, then prepared to pick up Song Anle, and suddenly another "Xiaojing."

I saw Qing'er and Song Cheng also rushed over. Perhaps Song Anle was blocked by Song Xiaojing and was in Gao Yuanshang's arms, so neither Song Cheng nor Qing'er saw her first.

Qing'er was confused about the unknown scene for a moment, but when Song Xiaojing turned around and looked at them, she just moved away from Song Anle's figure. Song Cheng shouted uneasy and panic: "Anle."

They came after hearing the sound of fighting. The scene was so messy, and Song Anle was unconscious in Gao Yuanshang's arms. He no longer dared to spread his thoughts, so he threw himself in front of Song Anle and snatched Song Anle from Gao Yuanshang's arms.

Looking at Song Anle's face, half exposed on her shoulders, and there were still many blood stains on her clothes. Song Cheng didn't dare to check it out. He grabbed Gao Yuanshang's collar and said angrily, "What's wrong with her? What did you do to her?"

Of course, Gao Yuanshang shook Song Cheng's hand away. He did not pay attention to Song Cheng immediately, but stood up on his own and said coldly, "Don't worry, I can't die."

Song Cheng was even more angry by Gao Yuanshang's cold and ruthless attitude, but looking at Song Anle, who was pale and his body was getting colder, he still held back his anger. He glanced at Song Xiaojing, who was still frightened by the side and was a little dull, then suppressed his anger and picked up Song Anle and left in a hurry.

Qing'er was completely unknown, but she knew that Song Anle's injury must be serious, so she just glanced at Gao Yuanshang, and then helped Song Xiaojing on the ground to leave, leaving Gao Yuanshang alone, frozen in place, but she did not leave for a long time.

Song Cheng carried Song Anle all the way back to the house. When he sent Song Anle back to the Memory Hospital, the doctor was invited immediately. Doctor Ju's long diagnosis and the final conclusion were mainly the factors that led to Song Anle's coma, but the remaining toxins in her body, and several doctors could not solve this poison.

With Qing'er's help, Song Cheng helped Song Anle clean up the wound on his back. Although the injury was not serious, it was the most taboo to be infected in this cold weather.

After a day of sleep, Song Xiaojing finally recovered from the fear. Song Cheng learned from Song Xiaojing that the poison in Song Anle's body was carried by Gao Yuanshang;

Recalling the temperature in the courtyard, it deepened a little more. In the temperature that was comparable to that in spring, Song Anle's expression gradually improved. Song Cheng was always by her side, watching Song Anle in her sleep, thinking secretly that the toxins in her body would be needed to find Gao Yuanshang to solve them.

"Brother Cheng." Qing'er walked out of the house at this time.

Song Cheng woke up from his deep thoughtful consciousness. When he saw Qing'er coming with a tray, he also got up to meet him. He looked at the small bowl in Qing'er's tray, and there was still a hot steam. He said as he walked, "It's such a cold day, why did you come by yourself?"

"This is the soup soup I made by myself. Brother Cheng can try it." Qing'er handed over the tray. She knew that Song Cheng had been unable to sleep or eat because she was worried about Song Anle's condition, so she deliberately said that the soup soup was made by her, hoping that Song Cheng would give her a favor, although the soup soup was indeed made by her.

A far-fetched smile appeared on Song Cheng's dark and tired face. He took the tray and said, "I'm not hungry yet, let me wait and drink later."

"Oh~" Qing'er saw that Song Cheng was about to put down the tray, and she hurriedly said, "It took a day to learn this, and Brother Cheng is so disrespectful."
Chapter completed!