Mu Hanyue reached out and rubbed her hair, worried about her health, and asked worriedly: "Is there anything else wrong with your body?"
Mu Ziyi left Jishang's arms and shook her head at Mu Hanyue: "No more, it's already fine."
She knew the condition of her body best. She was still able to be snatched back from the Palace of Hell despite being so seriously injured. She knew that this must be Mu Hanyue's credit.
Looking at the four familiar people in front of me, I felt an inexplicable sadness in my heart.
In the past, I always thought about leaving Zhutian City to see the outside world, I always thought about going out for a while, and I always thought about traveling to various places. But after leaving home, I felt longing and reluctance in my heart.
During these ten days in the underworld, she had told Yun Zhongge several times that she wanted to go home. In fact, she really wanted to go home.
After being out for too long, she really missed her warm big family.
At this moment, looking at the four people so close in front of her, Mu Ziyi felt a slight warmth in her heart, and a slight smile appeared in her eyes.
The scene of Yu Ge's self-destruction suddenly appeared in his mind. His body paused slightly, and the smile in his eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by a trace of nervousness: "Yun Zhongge, where is Yun Zhongge?"
The woman turned her head and looked around, searching for that familiar figure, but she saw nothing.
Thinking of the ink-colored figure rushing toward her in the dangerous moment, Mu Ziyi's heart tightened, her heart tightened, and an anxious look gradually appeared in her eyes: "Where are they? Are they there?
where?"
Worry may make her confused, so she didn't see the man lying in the lotus, but just looked around anxiously.
Although she didn't know who Yun Zhongge was in her mouth, Mu Hanyue could see something fishy from the worry and anxiety in her eyes. She pointed at the man in black robe lying in the lotus, and said with a frivolous eyebrow, "Are you looking for
him?"
Looking in the direction Mu Hanyue pointed, Mu Ziyi was startled and quickly came to Yun Zhongge. Looking at the man's robe soaked in blood, Mu Ziyi's eyes turned slightly red, but it was strong.
Resisting the urge to cry, she reached out to touch the tip of his nose, and her body suddenly stiffened.
Impossible, impossible!
The woman shook her head in disbelief, picked up Yun Zhongge's hand and felt for his pulse, but she could not feel any movement. His pulse had stopped beating.
The man's body was very cold, without any warmth, as if it was frozen in an ice chamber, without any life.
As if being struck by lightning, Mu Ziyi's eyes suddenly widened, and she stared blankly at the man who had lost the breath of life. She clutched the man's robe tightly with both hands, her body trembled slightly, and she shook her head in disbelief: "
Impossible, get up, you must be lying to me, you must be joking with me. Yunzhongge, get up, get up quickly..."
He said that he would not die, he would not die so easily. He must have lied to her, it must be...
The woman grabbed his robe and shook his body. She didn't believe that he would die like this, she didn't believe it.
Can……
The man's face is still pale, his sexy thin lips have no luster, and there is no breath of life on his body...
Mu Ziyi clenched her silver teeth, holding back the sadness in her heart, but her eyes became slightly moist. Crystal tears fell from her eyes, and slowly fell down her cheeks...