After half an hour of treatment, Hong Ningxiang's face gradually regained its ruddyness, the worn true yuan was repaired, and her body was no longer so painful, but in the past two days, she was exhausted for Liuli's fall into the demon, and she really didn't have the extra energy to take care of Shi Dingfeng's mood anymore, and after following him back to Fengzhou, she saw that Liuli had been settled in a room by Wu Xing and had already laid down, so she was relieved and returned to her bedroom and fell asleep.

Even if Shi Dingfeng came to visit her later, she didn't notice his breath at all because of extreme fatigue.

It was noon the next day when he woke up again, and Hong Ningxiang's divine sense could see Feng Zhou flying in the sky, but it was not heading towards Tingxi City, so it seemed that Shi Dingfeng might have other plans.

She got up and put on her dress, and when she looked down at her gray hair, she was no longer as frightened as she had been a few days ago, and tied her hair up loosely and hung down behind her head with a normal heart, and then went out of the bedroom to visit Ruri.

Seeing Chong Liuli sleeping peacefully, and beside his bed, Wu Xing leaned on the head of the bed with his arms crossed and pretended to sleep, with a faint dark blue in his eyes, Hong Ningxiang's heart swelled with complicated emotions.

It is true that he harmed Liu Qingming in the past, but he was also under Shi Dingfeng's orders, he had his position, Liuli took revenge on him for Liu Qingming, and hit him hard, even if he had more grievances, he had to bear it, and Shi Dingfeng asked him to take care of Liuli, even if he didn't want to, he had to obey his orders, he was actually an innocent person who was implicated.

Hong Ningxiang didn't know what to say to him, so he could only wait for Liuli to sober up in the future and then try to resolve Liuli's resentment towards him.

Her gaze fell from Wu Xing's body back to Liuli's body, he was still the same as after falling demon, his red hair hung down in front of him, and even his eyebrows were glowing with a faint red light, she reached out to touch his face, but heard Wu Xing suddenly speak: "Madame, don't move him!"

Only then did Hong Ningxiang notice that Liuli's whole body was sealed, stacked one by one, and I don't know how many layers were underneath.

He still had the Vajra Purification Chain around his neck, and although it was already hidden in his body, there were red marks on his skin, and you can imagine how painful he was when he was forced to wear that string of Buddhist beads.

Thinking that only by relying on these seals and artifacts could he suppress his body and his demonic nature, her heart was like a knife.

Through the layers of seals, she couldn't touch his face, and she didn't know what his physical condition was, and her heart ached-

He is her child, and even if he falls into the devil's path, in her heart, he will always be her most beloved child.

Recalling the scenes after he fell into the demon, remembering his expression when he killed someone, remembering the way he looked at her when he fell off the cliff, she suddenly wanted to kill herself.

In the final analysis, it was Liu Qingming, it was also her, and it was the two of them who harmed him.

If Liu Qingming hadn't given him that bloodline at the beginning, if she hadn't raised him, there would have been no cause and effect for all this.

He broke the killing ring for Liu Qingming, he broke the color ring for her, he became the most hated appearance in the past, and she was powerless to save him.

Although Hong Ningxiang was just facing away from him, Wu Xing could see from her trembling shoulders that she was crying silently, originally he was reluctant to meddle in the affairs of the Jiu Ye's family, but now he was swept in, looking at her injured appearance, he couldn't bear it, and couldn't help but try to comfort, "Madame, don't worry, Jiu Ye has already used a golden needle to seal his meridians and dantian, as long as the seal is not unlocked, he can't kill people like before." ”

"Wu Xing, thank you. Hong Ningxiang didn't want people to see his embarrassed appearance, so he tried to be as calm as possible, "Can you let me stay alone with Liuli for a while?"

Wu Xing glanced at her, left the room in silence, and closed the door.

Hong Ningxiang sat alone in front of the heavy glazed bed, looking at him quietly.

He is the only blood and bone left to her by Ah Ming, the only thought, she has lost Ah Ming, she can't lose him anymore, she must take care of him, but now that he has fallen into the devil, what should she do with him?

"Xiang'er. ”

I don't know how long it took, a call came from my ears, Hong Ningxiang woke up from a nightmare, opened his eyes and saw a resolute and handsome face, it was Shi Dingfeng.

Only then did she notice that she had fallen asleep at some point, and looked around, this was Shi Dingfeng's bedroom, she was lying on a soft collapse behind the screen, and he was sitting next to her, as if he had been sitting for a long time.

Hong Ningxiang turned around in some panic and turned his back to him, avoiding his gaze. Although she knew that her action would undoubtedly make him more unhappy, she had to do it.

He owes her an explanation in the matter of Mei Qiu, and she also owes him an explanation in the matter of Liu Qingming, but she neither wants to explain anything hypocritically, nor does she want to hurt him again, so don't say anything to each other.

Suddenly, she felt a weight behind her, as if he had bullied her and rolled over the soft collapse, she was startled, but before she could break free, he had already held her backhand in his arms.

Shi Dingfeng grabbed a strand of white hair in front of her, put it in the palm of her hand, and put it under her eyes: "Xiang'er, it turns out that your white hair is also so beautiful, even more beautiful than when you fell into the demon." It's a pity that that person will never be seen again. ”

His voice was calm and self-contained, but it made her heart tighten inexplicably, and it also made her ashamed.

"I remember when we got married, I swore that I would never fail you again. I thought we were stronger than gold, and there would be no third person between us. I didn't expect that because he died, you became like this. Xiang'er, after all, did you lose me, or did you take my retribution?"

Hong Ningxiang bit his lip and closed his eyes, "Don't say it...... Please, don't say it. ”

It's not so much that she doesn't know how to explain, it's better that she doesn't have the face to explain, and now she doesn't have the face to say love to him anymore.

When she kept vigil for Liu Qingming in the ice room for sixteen days, when she found that her hair had turned white, she knew that her so-called unswerving love for Shi Dingfeng had been shattered and mutilated.

Since her love is no longer pure, why should she explain it to him in order to give each other a psychological comfort.

Any explanation will look ridiculous and pale in front of this gray hair.

Shi Dingfeng was silent for a long time, suddenly turned her body over, pressed her under him, he reached out to cover her eyes, blocked her lips, and kissed it frantically.

He kissed as he unbuttoned her dress in a haphazard manner.

Hong Ningxiang closed his eyes, did not stop or speak, let him bury his face in her white hair, and let him penetrate her body.

His movements were domineering and ferocious, and she shrank in pain because she was unprepared.

Half-opened, she saw him looking down at herself, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his face was a little pale, his eyes were full of anger and despair, she only glanced at it and lowered her eyes, biting her lip to bear his impact.

In fact, she knew that he, like her, was accustomed to the cold life of cultivating immortals, and neither of them was greedy.

The number of times he has asked her since they got married can even be counted, and even so, they have always been forbearant and restrained.

And today, being asked for by him so insatiably, she knew how deeply she hurt him.

But she couldn't say it, she couldn't say anything, she didn't even have the courage to mention that name.

If possession of her body would make him feel better, make him happier, then—let it be.