Chapter 1217

"Master, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She lay on Old Yao's body, her tears falling constantly. She covered the wound on Old Yao's chest tightly with one hand, and the blood had already soaked her hands. Silly girl, don't cry. Master is fine. Yao Lao stretched out his hand weakly. He looked at the heartbroken crying and a kind smile appeared on his face. "Master, who did it?" Why did such a thing happen when they just left? If the person they wanted to kill was her, they could come after her. Why didn't they let go of the old people and children? Old Yao shook his head at her, and his gaze fell on Miao Qing, who was also crying sadly. "Xiaoqing..." "Master, I'm here!" Miao Qing held the old man's weak hand tightly, sniffed, and choked. "Master, what are you trying to say?" "Xiaoqing, my master is dying. I'll leave the rest to you. Do you still remember the wooden box I asked you to take away? I've written down all the prescriptions and methods of applying the needles on it. You can apply the