Ji Wuhui was already vomiting blood, his face was pale, and he looked at the woman standing in front of him in fear.
There was fear in his eyes.
This woman was stronger than he imagined.
If she were allowed to find Gu Xinrou, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Ji Wuhui gritted his teeth and continued to rush towards Shen Qingluan.
But the next moment, Shen Qingluan's hand emitted countless sword rays. He loved the speed of those sword rays, so fast that Ji Wuhui could not avoid them.
He could only watch helplessly as those sword lights streaked across his chest, and blood seeped out from his chest, staining his robes red.
"you--"
He vomited blood, staggered, and almost fell down.
Shen Qingluan looked at Ji Wuhui coldly: "If my son is fine, I will kill you directly. If he is seriously injured, then I will make your life worse than death!"
The implication is that no matter what, she will never let Ji Wugui go.
Regardless of whether Ji Wuhui was deceived or deceived, that is all Ji Wuhui's own business.
There was no way she could forgive her.
bump!
Shen Qingluan raised his hand again, a blast of wind came from his palm, and Ji Wuhui's body fell directly into the ruined temple.
He was bleeding so much that he couldn't even move his body. He fell to the ground and looked at the woman who entered from outside the ruined temple in horror.
Shen Qingluan stepped into the ruined temple and closed the door. She ignored Ji Wuhui who fell on the ground and placed Shen Jinzhi on the ground.
"I'm sorry, Ah Jin, it's my mother who's late..."
Looking at the motionless little dumpling lying on the ground, Shen Qingluan's heart was grabbed so hard by a hand that he almost suffocated from the pain.
But she had no time to think too much and hurriedly took out the medicine and fed Shen Jinzhi to take it.
Shen Jinzhi still closed his eyes tightly, his face full of pain.
"hehe."
Ji Wuhui sneered twice, turned his head with some difficulty, and looked at Shen Qingluan.
There was a sarcastic arc between the corners of his lips.
"Shen Qingluan, you are already late. Feng Lichen has become Rou'er's man. You will never be able to fight her in your life, hahaha."
He laughed wildly twice, his laughter filled with madness.
No matter what, he helped Rou'er kill this little bastard.
From now on, Feng Lichen will only have one son, Feng Jin.
Thinking of Feng Jin, his eyes softened a bit. Unfortunately, he could no longer accompany him...
boom!
Shen Qingluan raised his hand, and the wind from his palm came again, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, too weak to say another word.
But the sarcasm on his lips was still so obvious, and he looked at Shen Qingluan coldly.
Shen Qingluan knelt down, perhaps because he was afraid of Shen Jinzhi's coldness, so he held him in his arms and used his own arms to warm him.
"Ajin, don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you."
What she gave Ah Jin was the best healing medicine.
But it cannot be taken too frequently, it must be taken after a while.
This healing medicine can pull you out even if you step into the Netherworld with one foot.
But if both feet step in——
The kind that is completely hopeless, no matter how good the holy medicine is, it will still be useless.
Fortunately, she caught up.
His Ah Jin... can still be saved...
Time passed minute by minute, Shen Qingluan would give medicine every time she burned the incense, and Shen Jinzhi's pale face was gradually recovering.
Compared to Shen Jinzhi, Ji Wuhui was motionless due to excessive bleeding.
If it weren't for that weak breathing, I would have thought he was dead...