Luo hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Nanfeng Lixue turning around and looking at him impatiently, he took a breath and finally made up his mind, "Luo accidentally learned that Sikong Yuecang seemed to have been cursed back then, and
This curse can only be lifted by the Destined Goddess of the Moon God Clan."
There was a hint of coldness in Nanfeng Lixue's eyes, "Curse? What curse?"
"The blood curse... The blood curse of the Moon God Clan is extremely vicious. People who are cursed by the blood curse need to suck the blood of living people every day to maintain their lives. On the fifteenth day of the full moon of every month, the cursed person will suffer
The torture is worse than life, and even if you feed on the blood of living people, you can only maintain your life span for ten years."
A strange smile slowly appeared on the corner of Nanfeng Lixue's lips, "How did you learn about it?"
"My subordinates don't know whether this news is true. I just learned it from other people's mouths."
"Okay, okay, very good, Luo, send the people from Annihalou to check it out. I want the exact information."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"Okay, you go down."
After Luo left, a stern look appeared on Nanfeng Lixue's beautiful face, and the curve of the corners of his mouth widened, and finally he couldn't help laughing.
"Sikong Yuecang, this is God's punishment for you. It is not a pity for you to die. Chu Lian, have you heard that your beloved has now turned into a vampire demon? Do you feel sorry for yourself?
Is it worth it for him to even risk his own life? Did you know that he married the princess not long after your death? You loved him so much, but in the end, he didn't take you into his heart at all, Chu Lian,
Do you regret dying for a person like him? Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world. No matter how much you regret, everything will never go back to the way it was before."
Smiling, something hot flowed out of her eyes. Nanfeng Lianxue took out a hosta from her clothes and gently stroked it with her hand. The hot tears fell on the hosta.
One by one, they kept beating on his heart.
Chulian...chulian...
He called her name over and over again in his heart, and his vision became blurry.
In the backyard of Lian Yuan, he sat bent down beside the bed, gently caressed Qingyin's face, and said softly, "Qingyin, Qingyin, it hurts, doesn't it?"