Yin Ning'er slowly lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, and her pretty face was filled with sadness and apology.
Her white jade-like catkins were gently pressed against Zhong Wen's chest, and her palms shone with a warm and crystal light, and her whole body exuded an extremely soft aura. Everyone who came near felt warm, as if they were soaking in a warm bathtub, saying
Incredibly comfortable.
The thick and majestic breath of life continued to flow into Zhong Wen's body along her right hand, and it was endless and endless. It is said that even a dead pig would have to shake off its fat after receiving such a degree of irrigation.
Get up again and eat another 300 rounds.
However, this mummy still looked half-dead.
His body was slightly plumper than before, and the dry muscles and blood vessels in his body seemed to be a little fuller. Such changes once made Lin Zhiyun and others overjoyed, mistakenly thinking that under Yin Ning'er's treatment, Zhong Wen would be able to wake up quickly.
come over.
But the cruel reality is like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the fire of hope in everyone's hearts.
Since then, Zhong Wen has remained in this state. He has not woken up, and his heartbeat and blood circulation have not recovered. At a glance, he is nothing more than an enlarged mummy.
"Ning'er, my husband..."
Lin Zhiyun's lips parted slightly, but she hesitated to speak.
The heavy atmosphere around her made her breathless, and a deep sense of despair couldn't help but surge into her heart.
She had a vague feeling that if she really asked, the result she would get would be beyond her ability to bear.
"Master, all this disciple can do is to keep him alive." Yin Ning'er said in frustration, "But to revive him, I'm afraid..."
"Sister Yin, what happened to the chef brother?" Shen Xiaowan asked with red eyes.
"The prerequisite for curing a person is that the person himself wants to be treated." Yin Ning'er was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "But from Zhong Wen's body, I can't feel any will to survive.
."
"What do you mean?" Ye Qinglian frowned, and her arms holding Dabao tightened slightly, "You mean, he doesn't want to live anymore?"
"Maybe it's because he doesn't want to live anymore." Yin Ning'er pursed her lips and replied hesitantly, "Maybe it's because his consciousness... is no longer there."
"What does it mean to lose consciousness?" Ye Qinglian frowned even more tightly, and her voice unconsciously raised an octave.
"He, he..." Yin Ning'er's nose was sore, and tears slowly fell from the corners of her eyes. Her soft cheeks were soon completely wetted, reflecting the crystal light, and she cried out in tears, "His soul has, already
… no longer exists.”
There was silence all around, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy, as if the sky was about to fall.
Sounds of sobs could be heard from time to time in the room. Most of the girls in Piaohua Palace had sad faces and burst into tears. Especially Lin Zhiyun, Zheng Yueting and Leng Wushuang, who were married to Zhong Wen, were crying even more.
The pear blossoms brought rain, and I was so sad that I almost fainted.
The appearance of this mummy was nothing short of a severe mental shock to the entire Piaohua Palace.
Almost no one dared to believe that this gentle young man who smiled all day long and had a somewhat funny temperament, this magical boy who could always get through any difficulties he faced, could actually lose.
His defeat was so tragic and complete that people couldn't help but feel unreal.
Only Ye Qinglian bit her cherry lips tightly, her face was as pale as paper, her delicate body was trembling slightly unnoticeably, but she did not cry.
"Mother, why are you ignoring Dabao?"
Dabao's big eyes in his arms blinked, and he pouted and said unhappy, "He doesn't even play with me."
"Daddy is tired. He needs to rest."
Ye Qinglian gritted her teeth tighter, her eyes shone with a strange light, but her voice became softer, "Dabao, good boy, when daddy wakes up, can you let him play with you?"
"Um."
Dabao nodded obediently, stretched out his pink little hand to where Zhong Wen was, made a caressing gesture from a distance, and said in a cute voice, "Daddy, be good, go to sleep, and when you wake up, you will play hide and seek with Dabao."
I don’t know if the way children recognize people is different from that of adults. Zhong Wen’s physical body has long shriveled out of shape, but she still easily recognized her father’s identity and didn’t seem to notice anything unusual at all.
These childlike words made the surrounding people cry louder and louder. Even the assassin girl Leng Wushuang, who had never shown much emotion, slumped on the chair, her tears gurgling like spring water, which could no longer be suppressed.
"Miss Ning'er, is there really nothing you can do?"
Shiyu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, "Can I just watch him die?"
"I will stay here forever." Yin Ning'er pondered for a while, and then a look of determination appeared in her eyes, "I must keep his last vestige of life no matter what."
"Then what?" Shiyu asked.
"Then..." Yin Ning'er hesitated for a moment and said slowly, "We need a miracle."
"Ning'er, don't be too pushy." Lin Zhiyun wiped away her tears and gently patted Yin Ning'er's delicate shoulder, "If you really can't do anything, then..."
"I'll stay here."
Before she could finish speaking, Yin Ning'er interrupted decisively, "I want to stay here."
"Ning'er..." Lin Zhiyun couldn't help but be moved. She stared at the determined expression on her disciple's face and seemed to understand something. She opened her mouth slightly and wanted to persuade her again, but when the words came to her lips, they suddenly turned into a serious and sincere advice.
, "My husband's injury is up to you."
"Yes." Yin Ning'er nodded, her expression extremely solemn.
Lin Zhiyun patted her shoulder again and glanced at the mummy on the bed. The sadness in her eyes flashed away, and then she turned around decisively and walked slowly towards the door.
"Palace Master, what are your plans next?"
Shangguan Junyi looked at her leaving figure and suddenly asked.
"Write a letter." Lin Zhiyun hesitated slightly, but did not turn around. She just replied lightly, then moved her jade feet again, and gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
…
Yin Ning'er has a soft-spoken personality and is strong-willed on the inside. Normally, she would feel uncomfortable even if she spoke more than one word to a stranger, but once she makes up her mind to do something, she will never give up easily.
She said she wanted to stay, and she stayed in Zhong Wen's room all the time, running the power of life all the time, holding on to the last vestige of life of the mummy, refusing to let him die.
As for what keeping his tone could bring, she didn't think too much about it.
Rather than treating the injured, it is more like an obsession and a belief.
It was as if there was a voice that kept whispering in her ears, "Keep going. As long as you hold on, there will definitely be a turn for the better."
"Ning'er, don't push yourself too hard, just take a rest."
It was already late at night, and besides Yin Ning'er and the mummy, only Shangguan Junyi was left in the room, who came to visit. "Be careful of being exhausted."
"I'm fine." Yin Ning'er shook her head and said firmly, "Elder Shangguan, please go back and sleep first. I am enough here."
"I can not sleep."
Shangguan Junyi's eyes fell on Zhong Wen, and his eyes suddenly became a little blurry again. His voice was as light as a mosquito and as gentle as water, "While there is still a chance now, I want to see my husband a few more times, my husband is alive."
"Elder Shangguan." Upon hearing this, Yin Ning'er's eyes couldn't help but turn a little red, "He, he will get better."
But there was no confidence or confidence in her voice.
"Back then, my body was damaged and I turned into an out-and-out monster. It was he who came out of the blue. Not only did he save my life, but he also gave me a chance to become a woman again." Shangguan Junyi didn't seem to hear him.
As she spoke, she murmured in a low voice, "Over the years, my only thought has been to have a child, both for him and for myself."
"It's a pity that God's will plays a trick on people. In the past three years, I have witnessed Elder Ye and Sister Wushuang getting pregnant one by one, but my body didn't react at all."
"Looking at it now, I'm afraid I'll never have the chance to be pregnant with his child. I don't know if it was because I killed people unintentionally in the past and my sins were so serious that I finally received retribution."
"Elder Shangguan is worried too much." Yin Ning'er became more and more sad the more she listened, and couldn't help but comforted her, "The people you killed were all the people who deserved to be killed. You were doing justice for heaven, so how could you say it was a crime?"
"If that's really the case, why..." Shangguan Junyi's face suddenly changed in the middle of his words, and he suddenly raised his head and looked out the window, "She, why is she here?"
Almost at the same time, Yin Ning'er also raised her head, seeming to notice something.
"boom!"
Tens of breaths later, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open from the outside, revealing a slender and graceful red figure.
"aunt!"
The visitor asked anxiously, "Where is he?"
"Yue'er."
Staring at the other person's panicked appearance dripping with sweat, Shangguan Junyi slowly uttered two words in his mouth, and his mood became extremely complicated in an instant.
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