Only two people were left, Qingjun was silent instead. Even if there were thousands of questions in his heart, he could not ask.
After leaving the pavilion, Qiongying suddenly asked: "Qingjun, do you want me to go to Nanxu?"
When Qingjun heard this, she felt a little more confused. She would definitely go to Nanxu, why ask him?
"No hope." Qingjun said with a dark look on his face.
Naturally, he didn't want to go to Nanxu. He had experienced too much, so what he had done in the past would disappear.
"You don't want to go, okay?" Qiongying said again.
"Not good." Qingjun said without hesitation. Although he didn't want to go, he didn't want to leave her, nor would he leave her.
Qiongying stopped asking questions. It has been nine years since I first met Qingjun, so it is time to end it.
"I will go wherever you go." Qingjun suddenly added in a low voice.
"I can't take you away, I can't make any promises." Because she didn't know where to go, whether it was success or failure, whether it was life or death.
"No, I'll follow you." Qingjun's eyes were filled with panic. With her supreme identity, she didn't need to make a promise to anyone.
"Qingjun, how old are you this year?" Qiongying asked.
"...two, twenty-two." Qingjun was a little nervous. She asked what she did?
"It's not too young, don't follow me anymore." Qiongying frowned slightly and her voice was low.
Qingjun heard her tone and the words on his lips were frozen. Why was she so kind to him? He was deeply trapped in it. When he couldn't extricate himself, she left him.
"It's not early, you go back." Qiongying paused, walked on another road, and went back to her bedroom.
Qingjun can only stop. He has never stepped into her palace, never really walked to her, never finished the same path with her, he is the only one left in the middle of the journey, no matter how long he waits, she will not
Will look back.
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Qinglan was taking care of Nangong Chen, but it was not until dark that he saw Wuxin coming. He was a little angry and was worried about Nangong Chen and Jing Ao.
Wuxin brought a few doctors here, looked at Qinglan, her beautiful eyes were cold, and she said, "Go out."
"If Nangong Chen dies, you will regret it." Qing Lan said coldly, and after speaking, he waved his sleeves and left.
Wuxin sneered, she didn't need to regret these people, and never regretted them.
Several doctors examined Nangong Chen's injuries one after another. Nangong Chen's face was bloodless and had many wounds of different sizes on his body, including internal and external injuries. Some of them were already boned, which was shocking.
"How is it?" Wu Xin looked at Nangong Chen and asked expressionlessly.
"There is too much blood loss, the injury is too serious, the wound has not healed for a long time, and some of the flesh and blood have been corrupted." The doctor frowned and shook his head.
Wu Xin frowned, walked to the table, took out a sharp knife from the medicine box, and wiped it with the medicine.
The doctors were shocked. What should this young lady Wuxin do? Don’t look at Wuxin’s holy white clothes, who looks like a fairy, and has a pair of extremely talented doctors, but he is definitely not kind to the doctor.
After wiping the knife, Wuxin cut his wrist and blood fell into the medicine jar along his wrist.
The doctors were stunned. If it were not for blood relationship, bloodletting would not work.
After Wuxin stopped the bleeding, he glanced at the doctors and said indifferently: "Do you understand what to do?"
"I understand, but I can't guarantee whether someone can..." The doctor is afraid that anyone can save someone. Who can tell me the truth about saving someone? What if something goes wrong?
"Do your best." Wu Xin said in a deep voice.
"Yes. It would be much easier if there were blue cherry fruits." The doctor whispered in a frown.
Wu Xin looked at the doctor coldly, and his cold eyes could almost sway the doctor.
The doctor immediately shut up. He didn't know where he offended the innocent. The blue cherry fruit is a holy medicine for healing. It grows on the cold cliff. There are fierce beasts waiting for the blue cherry fruit to mature. It bears fruit every fifty years, and only one,