Su Qiao wanted to stand up, but her body was too weak to move her legs at all, so she couldn't stand up and walk to Su Mu's side. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Realizing this, Su Qiao turned around, fell to the ground, and crawled over with his hands on the ground.

She cried, "Stupid woman, stupid woman. ”

Qing Huang stood aside, quietly watching this scene, and it was rare that he was a little moved in his heart.

The ground was cold and the resistance was great, so Su Qiao tried his best to move to Su Mu's side.

Blood, stained her hand, along with her silver-white clothes, was also stained with blood.

Su Qiao had seen a lot of blood, and she thought that she had already felt numb to this liquid that was slightly viscous than water, but this time she felt a heart-rending pain.

She crawled to Su Mu's side, covered her cold face with her hands, and tears fell on her face: "Wake up, wake up!" Didn't you want me to go back? Wake up, let's go back!" ”

As she spoke, she patted Su Mu's face: "Wake up quickly!" Wake me up quickly! ”

She patted Su Mu's chest with her hand and roared hysterically: "You nasty ghost, you abandoned me twenty years ago, and now you don't want me anymore, you don't want me anymore." ”

"I've only had four days, I've only had four days to feel like a relative, how can you be like this, you get up for me, you get up for me!"

Su Mu's body was a little cold, even if Su Qiao covered her hand, there was no way to make her warm again.

Su Qiao cried, her voice was particularly desolate in the snow, she lay on Su Mu's chest, and whimpered: "Mom, Mom, wake up quickly, I don't blame you, I really don't blame you, it's good for you to wake up, I just hope you wake up." ”

While crying, Su Qiao's afterglow saw a person, she seemed to have grabbed a life-saving straw in an instant, and immediately turned her head and knelt down: "Qinghuan, Qinghuan, save my mother, save her, I know that you and Gu Youning are not ordinary people, you will definitely have a way, you will definitely be." ”

"I beg you, save her, I beg you." Su Qiao said as he kowtowed to Qinghuan, slamming on the ground, hoping that Qinghuan would save his mother.

"Please, please."

Qing Huang sighed and raised his right hand, his palm filled with inky black gas.

As soon as this qi came out, the blood on the ground instantly flowed back, and all of it squeezed into the hideous wound on Su Mu's hand.

Even the blood stains on Su Qiao's body flowed back to Su Mu's wrist along the lines.

But Su Mu's face was still pale, and she didn't look like she was turning around.

Gu Youning returned to Qing Huang's side at this time, and she pinched the glow-colored ball of light between her fingers, and the word 'empty' floated on the ball of light.

"How's it going, how is she?" Gu Youning asked Qinghuandao, and the anxiety in his eyebrows and eyes could not be concealed.

"Dead." In Qinghuang's thin lips, the two words spit out were particularly cold.

"You didn't mean ......" Gu Youning didn't say any more.

She has always felt that as a Qinghuan, she will not take the lives of ordinary people in her eyes, and to him, they are just ants.

Therefore, she has never had the luxury of expecting Qinghuan to help mortals, or to use her mind for them.

But she didn't expect that Qinghuan would be so cold.

Su Qiao is their friend, she has knelt down like this and begged herself, why is he still not moved!