At this time, Su Luo was still unconscious and needed Nangong Liuyun's continuous flow of spiritual power to stay alive.
Rong Yun looked at Su Luo quietly, staring at this familiar face.
"Save her." Nangong Liuyun's voice was cold.
Rong Yun stood in front of the window with his hands clasped behind his back, his white robe catching the wind.
Looking at the sky, his calm eyes flashed with light when he heard these words.
After a long while, Rong Yun's eyes moved back from the window, a look of pity flashed in his eyes, and he sighed slightly: "It's hard to save."
If he could save it, why wouldn't he want to take action?
He wants Luo Yatou to be healthy, safe and happy more than anyone else.
Nangong Liuyun suddenly stood up, his slender body was full of pressure, his eyes were filled with a hint of madness, and he stared at Rong Yun: "Save her!"
Rong Yun's eyes were as dark and bottomless as the ink in an ink painting.
He thought for a while, and finally, those sharp eyes stared straight at Nangong Liuyun: "Are you sure you want to save her?"
"If my life can be exchanged for hers, I am absolutely willing." Nangong Liuyun's eyes were deep and cold, and he had an arrogant and powerful air about him.
Rong Yun looked at him quietly, as if trying to distinguish the truth from falsehood in his words.
At this time, Nangong Liuyun stood tall and tall, with a calm face, sinister eyes, and a murderous aura all over his body: "Say."
Rong Yun's eyes were cold and clear, but there was a hint of depth in his eyes.
"It's very difficult to save her." Rong Yun still said calmly, as misty as the wind, "Although it doesn't necessarily cost your life, there is a risk of death."
"It's just a life of nine deaths. As long as I can save Luoluo, I will go even if there is no chance of death." Nangong Liuyun's sonorous voice rang in Rong Yun's ears over all the noise.
Rong Yun's eyes were so bright that he could see through everything in the world.
"In that case, please sit down and listen to me slowly." Rong Yun looked at Nangong Liuyun, his original distant attitude gradually softened.
"Luo Yatou's injury is very serious. If we don't save her, she will definitely die in three months."
Rong Yun's eyes held an undeniable determination.
When Nangong Liuyun heard this, his whole body suddenly felt violently, and his heart clenched together fiercely.
"You said, Luo Luo will die?" He glared at Rong Yun with a murderous look.
"You will die." Rong Yun made no secret, "Although your aura can last for a while, it cannot last for a lifetime. One year is the maximum period."
In other words, if we don't save him, Luo Luo will...
Thinking of this, Nangong Liuyun's face turned pale, he pursed his thin lips, and the line of his chin was as cold and proud as an aristocrat: "Tell me what to do."
No matter whether he is on the sword or in the frying pan, he is duty-bound and willing to do so.
Rong Yun's handsome eyebrows slightly raised: "Have you ever heard of Red Blood Scrophulariaceae?"
Nangong Liuyun's eyes narrowed slightly: "The red-blooded Scrophulariaceae that can make human flesh and bones alive?"
Nangong Liuyun has read a lot of books since he was a child, and is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He has always remembered many things that have been lost in the long river of history.
"Yes." Rong Yun looked out the window and said in a faint voice, as ethereal as the wind, "There is a red-blooded scrophulariaceae in the Wood Immortal Mansion."
He only said this sentence and stopped talking.
He believed that Nangong Liuyun understood.
When Nangong Liuyun heard the words, he stood there blankly, motionless. After a while, he turned his eyes slightly, and his eyes were as sharp as ice knives: "Wuxian Mansion?"
As one of the top ten families in the world, how could he not have heard of the name Wood Immortal Mansion?