Murong Ningyue raised her eyebrows and shouted at Ye Yaorao: "Although my cultivation is not as good as you, I am an alchemist after all. Your situation is very bad now. You can't get out of the bed without my permission in the future. Do you know?"

Looking at Murong Ningyue's angry look, a smile appeared on Ye Yaorao's lips. Seeing this, Murong Ningyue was even more angry and said, "You are so embarrassed to laugh! Do you know how serious your current situation is? Now your spiritual power is in chaos. If it is light, your cultivation will be abolished. If it is heavy, you can't even save your life!"

Ye Yaorao still looked calm after hearing Murong Ningyue's words. Her body, which was originally lying on the bed, sat up and hugged Murong Ningyue by the bed tightly into her arms.

Faced with Ye Yaorao's sudden behavior, Murong Ningyue was also a little stunned for a moment. When she realized that she wanted to break free, she realized that Ye Yaorao, who was already extremely weak, had burst out from somewhere, and she could not even break free.

"Do you know, Madam? In the past, others called me the Emperor, but everyone was respectful when they saw me, but I was not happy at all. Until I met you, I really felt what happiness was, and I was not afraid of death. What I fear most was that I couldn't see you. If I was really about to die, then you must be in front of me. I must remember your appearance and meet you again in the next life!"

Ye Yaorao said softly in Murong Ningyue's ear, Ye Yaorao, who is usually taciturn, said so many things at once!

Murong Ningyue felt the tip of her nose sore, and her eyes felt moist. At this time, she let Ye Yaorao hold her and no longer struggled. She even took the initiative to put her hand on Ye Yaorao's shoulders so that he could hug her tighter.

"Don't worry! I will always be with you, and you will definitely be fine!"

After a long time, Murong Ningyue whispered in Ye Yaorao's ear, and Ye Yaorao had no sound at this time. Murong Ningyue took Ye Yaorao away and hugged her hands tightly. Only then did she realize that the extremely weak Ye Yaorao had fallen asleep.

Murong Ningyue put Ye Yaorao on the bed, her face full of care and tenderness, and carefully covered her quilt for him. Then she turned around and left the room and quietly closed the door. But the next moment, the tenderness in Murong Ningyue's eyes turned into firmness.

"Ye Yaorao! I won't let you die. No matter what the price I pay, I will save you back!" Murong Ningyue said in a small but extremely firm tone. At this time, her body was once again filled with the domineering aura of never giving in.

"Three Anling grass and two immortal flowers, the ingredients are almost added. I hope this pot of Lingsheng soup can work!" Murong Ningyue looked at the pot of steaming medicine soup in front of her, and whispered to herself while wiping the sweat on her forehead.

After finding out that Ye Yaorao's condition was very bad, Murong Ningyue began to look up a large number of pharmacopoeia books and finally made this pot of Lingsheng Soup. Lingsheng Soup is a strange medicine to soothe the riot spiritual power. Although it is not sure that it will work, for Murong Ningyue now, even if she only has a glimmer of hope, she must try it.

It took several hours Murong Ningyue finally cooked a bowl of Lingsheng Soup.
Chapter completed!