Wu Xuanye was startled when he saw Wu Mubai holding the extracted bone, handing it to him and saying, "Go quickly."
"you......"
Wu Xuanye frowned and looked at him: "Do you think I will forgive you if you do this?"
Wu Mubai put the bone into his hand and said, "The soul bone won't last long if you take it out. If you don't remove it, it will be useless."
Wu Xuanye's eyes were heavy and he hesitated for a moment, then he took the soul bone handed over by Wu Mubai and walked to the Sansheng Stone.
His and Shen Yunxi's names were engraved on it.
As soon as the name was carved, the soul bone in his hand turned into dust.
Looking back, Wu Mubai's soul was slowly dissipating.
But in front of him, he was no longer old, but had become the high-spirited young man he once was.
He looked at the name flashing on the Sansheng Stone and smiled, seemingly relieved.
Then the soul turned into stars in the sky and disappeared.
Wu Xuanye couldn't explain how he felt. He once hated Wu Mubai to the core of his bones.
However, he knew very well that even if Wu Mubai had not interfered, he and Wen Qian would not have ended well.
At that time, he was the Holy Son of Southern Xinjiang, and he took his mission very seriously.
He doesn't have the courage to change his destiny.
No one knows where he and Wen Qian will end up.
But without Wu Mubai, he and Yun Xi would not have met, known each other, and fallen in love.
In fact, he had already given up and forgiven him a long time ago!
It's a pity that he didn't say this.
Wu Xuanye turned around and looked at the flashing name on the Sansheng Stone.
Regardless of whether this rumor is true or false, at least it is his thoughts.
He will definitely see her again.
His clouds.
If there is an afterlife, he will never let go, no matter life or death.
Wu Xuanye closed his eyes and took a deep breath, when suddenly a dazzling golden light above his head enveloped him.
He only felt his body become light, and then he was pulled by a force and lost consciousness.
...
"Why isn't he awake yet?"
In the room, Mu Yunan looked at the person who had been sleeping for several days and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
Xiao Chengyi, on the other hand, looked indifferent: "He has already stepped into the gate of hell with one foot. It is his fate to be able to be rescued."
Mu Yun'an sighed: "Actually, he is quite pitiful."
The corners of Mu Yun'an's lips twitched, and she agreed with Xiao Chengyi: "Yes, he doesn't deserve sympathy. Just keep him safe and let me see if the medicine is gone?"
Xiao Chengyi hummed, then looked at the person lying on the bed expressionlessly.
When Wu Xuanye woke up, he felt a little cold for no reason.
He opened his eyes and looked at the pure white curtain, which looked familiar.
After a while, he remembered that this seemed to be the room where he lived.
But isn't he already dead?
His head felt a little heavy, as if it was weighed down by a stone. Wu Xuanye stretched out his hand to rub it, and then heard Xiao Chengyi's voice: "Are you awake?"
He was startled, looked around and saw Xiao Chengyi sitting aside with a cold look on his face.
He frowned, sat up and asked, "What am I..."
Xiao Chengyi interrupted him: "Don't worry, you're not dead. Fortunately, I came back in time.