When passing Luoyang to the north of the Great Wall, Zixiu could no longer afford to stay and walk. The carriage rolled over the loess and filled the sky with dust and sand.
"Here, you can see Yanlong Mountain." Leaning back on the chair, Zixiu looked through the car window at the distant mountain shadow with only a hint of dark color left, and said in a calm tone, "We have been fighting with Chonghuamen for so long, and finally it is all dust.
Once it’s settled, your wish is almost fulfilled.”
"You need rest."
"You have a day to rest, why worry now." Looking at the indifferent face opposite, Zixiu smiled bitterly.
She knew better than anyone else that she didn't have much time left. The dark red blood she coughed on the silk handkerchief made her realize that she was going to die long ago. She was just holding on because some things had not yet been resolved. He could put down everything and hold on.
Being by your side, accompanying her all over the world to visit famous doctors, has far exceeded her expectations, even death would be enough.
He tried to straighten his waist, but the smell of blood was still strong in his throat. He exhaled with long purple sleeves, and his bright eyes fell quietly on the face of the man in black clothes: "Mo Yan, can you go back? I don't want to waste any more time.
This disease is ultimately incurable."
The cold mass finally moved a little, and the black figure moved to her side. After a moment of hesitation, he gently hugged the skinny shoulders and leaned against her, feeling warm and windless under the long black sleeves.
"There are still famous doctors who haven't moved around, so hope is still there." There was a little bit of warmth in the cold voice, and this little bit made her satisfied.
Having been suffering from chronic illness for several years, it is already a miracle that I can survive to this day. Even the doctor's wife said that there is no possibility of improvement. Why should I give up everything and travel thousands of miles to confirm the desperate results with my own eyes? Purple sleeves are not red strings, and they are not obsessed with anything.
There was no care for any purpose. From the moment I stepped into the sunset mountain and saw him, I lived only for him.
Go to the martial arts world, kill the rivers and lakes, plan for him, rule the world for him, find for him a person who knows each other and stays together forever, so that he can accompany him in this life and no longer be alone.
A faint sigh lingered like mist: "I have been with you for more than eight years, and I have enjoyed enough of everything in the world. I only regret that I cannot live together until the end of my life. My biggest wish now is not to extend my life for a few more days, but to see you and me."
The red string keeps the oath to live together and die side by side, the purple sleeve is enough for this life."
"You should hate me. The Baiyue Yun clan was in trouble because of my Wei family, and it was the result of being homeless. Even if you want half of the world, it is not an exaggeration. We are married with the fingertips, the words of the master's orders
, I owe you this, but you never complain. Even if I spend everything I have on you, it will be difficult to repay."
Love debt is the most difficult to get entangled with and difficult to resolve.
After a few low coughs, the warm palms on the back were gently patted, Zi Xiu forced a smile and waved her hands, letting some of the blood flow and then weakly slumped on Wei Moyan's shoulders: "Don't talk about this. I will be gone from now on, you have to know more about her.
, believe in her more, there is no one in this world who can protect you as firmly as she does, and no one is as fragile as her but pretends to be strong. Mo Yan, you have to understand how much she has to bear to be by your side now.
Under pressure, you must never suspect her of hurting her again. What women fear most is not old age, but a despairing heart."
The indifferent Master of Poyue Pavilion did not answer, but pulled the brocade quilt from the foot of the couch and carefully covered it on the woman in pansy, spreading all the warmth in his arms.
If this was really the last time, he didn't want to bear her infatuation anymore.
"Yueying, you will always be a member of my Wei family, no matter life or death."
Big tears rolled down his slightly trembling eyelashes, and the long bitterness and loneliness were all offset by just this sentence. No matter whether he had no status or no substance, having a place in his heart was worth all the comfort.
Sorry, Hongxian, please let me be selfish for once.
Let the name Yun Yueying live in his heart.
When the night fell and Hongxian still didn't come back, Shen Yuqing became even more worried. However, the mountains and rivers were so vast, where could he find anyone?
"Hall Master Shen, Xuan Tong wants to see you - he is seriously injured."
Xuan Tong? The one who followed Hongxian and claimed to be an old friend of the Xiao family? Didn’t he receive orders from Hongxian to secretly guard around the Cheng Mansion? How could he be injured and come here?
When he saw Xuan Tong Xiao Qian staggering into the meeting hall, Shen Yuqing frowned and finally realized that the situation was developing in a direction he could not predict.
The eyes that occasionally flashed with red pupils were full of regret, and they rushed from Lanling City to Poyue Pavilion regardless of the deep bone scars on their bodies. The road was stained with blood.
"Hall Master Shen, there is something wrong with the medical lady..." The voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. Shen Yuqing hurriedly stepped forward to help him and calmed down before reluctantly letting Xiao Qian support him to finish the sentence, "She is colluding with the Lijiao. , it’s going to be detrimental to the young lady!”
Taking a deep breath, the usually calm and capable deputy head of Tianshi Hall spoke harshly and with murderous intent in his eyes: "Shaocheng, go and bring me the doctor's wife!"
The two of them traveled day and night to the north of the Great Wall, where the sound of hooves kept chasing the wind and rain. From Jiangnan to Qilu, from Lanling City to Kunyu Mountain, Xia Qingluan didn't sleep a wink for several nights.
The three entangled people in Poyue Pavilion are all fighting for the hope of living and time, using different methods to pursue different goals.
The mountain is high and misty, with tens of thousands of walls standing on it. Looking up at the peaks and ridges, it is even more dangerous than Qifo Mountain. It is really difficult to find the Blood Hell Dragon Pond in such a huge mountain range. Fortunately, Yun Yirong provided an extremely detailed description. , but within less than a day of walking through the mountains, Xia Qingluan determined the peak where the Blood Prison Dragon Pond was located.
Calculating the time, there are still four days left.
The area where Kunyu Mountain is located is relatively remote, with a vast territory and sparsely populated areas. No sect has extended its influence here, so it should be a quiet place. However, this idea was overturned when entering this area. Although it was not particularly obvious, But Xia Qingluan still found clues to prove that someone was secretly watching her. It seemed that this place was not a paradise.
Did Yun Yirong deliberately deceive, or was he being targeted when he set off?
No matter what the truth was, she had to get the dragon core fruit.
Riding the horse to the foot of the mountain, the narrow stone stairs hanging high could only be climbed up. Xia Qingluan abandoned the horse and walked for half a day, and finally reached a flat rock halfway up the mountain before sunset.
Seeing that the destination is in sight, fatigue has been swept away. Every time we get closer to the top of the mountain, we feel more at ease. At this speed, we can reach the Blood Hell Dragon Pond tomorrow morning, and then we just have to wait for the Dragon Core Fruit to surface on the surface of the pond.
When dusk fell, another long road passed under my feet, the setting sun was green, the forest was green, and the sound of people was silent.
This trip was not for the purpose of killing and fighting, so Xia Qingluan was still wearing the snow-white clothes. Only the red spots on her wrists were dazzling, which were particularly obvious among the large expanses of greenery. The stone stairs were only halfway up. The mountainside disappeared, and the remaining distance was only a small winding mountain road, which was steep and dangerous. It was here that Xia Qingluan stopped, and her white figure stood proudly in the sunset.
Because it is too quiet, the sound of the wind when the red string is swung seems to be amplified several times, and the whine is clear.
Dozens of uninvited guests, uniformly dressed and holding scimitars with iron chains, flashed out from behind the thick tree trunks. No, maybe she was an uninvited guest compared to them. It was obvious from the steps of those people that their familiarity with this mountain forest took more than a day.
In the end, he fell into an ambush.
A hint of murderous intent flashed through his cold eyes. He didn't ask or answer, and let the sky go into darkness. Only his ruthless attack shone in the forest on the mountainside.