Chapter 127: The Art of Continuing Life

In the confusion, a cone pain spread from the fingertips to every part of the body.

The saint set up a strange formation in her bedroom, and she sat in the middle of the formation, and her mouth was full of words. And Su Ziyou, who was beside the holy woman, picked up the dagger placed in the center of the formation, slashed his fingers, and dripped blood into a black vessel.

No, when did he invite the Holy Maiden, why did he invite the Holy Maiden at this time, and also set up such a strange formation!

I don't want you to give me another life!

Watching Su Ziyou's blood flow into the vessel one by one, Su Wanxi wanted to cry without tears.

She was like thousands of insects biting all over her body, and the pain became more and more serious, and even her whole body began to convulse, and finally she was numb from the pain, and gradually lost consciousness.

"Hmm. Su Ziyou responded lightly.

"Hmm. ”

"What year is this year?" Su Wanxi looked at Su Ziyou suspiciously.

Su Ziyou looked at her affectionately and was silent, and his smile was more brilliant than fireworks.

"Ziyou, ...... you talk" Su Wanxi hurriedly reached out and wanted to touch Su Ziyou, but her hand penetrated his body. Su Ziyou in front of him turned into a phantom.

Where are you......

"Empress, you're awake. Qiulai stepped forward excitedly.

"Back to the empress, it's been three days......"

Qiulai lowered his head and said nothing.

"Empress, you better have a good rest, the general is all right, the ...... in the general's mansion" Qiu said, and the last voice became quieter and quieter.

Qiu Lai knelt beside Su Wanxi's bed and burst into tears: "When the slave learned that there was still a life-sustaining technique, he was ready to sacrifice his life for the empress, but the general he ...... The empress ......" Qiulai looked at Su Wanxi with teary eyes, "The general is really in love with you......"

"Empress, slave ......"

When Qiu Lai heard this, he took a deep breath and got up slowly: "Huh." ”

"What about the general?" Su Wanxi asked.

Su Wanxi went straight to the backyard.

Su Wanxi ignored it and went straight to the backyard, and no one dared to stop her.

The autumn wind gusted, and the air was filled with a faint smell of rain. When I was asleep, it rained......

The man under the plane tree, dressed in white, stood with his hands in his hands, his eyes turned into the distance, not noticing that someone behind him was approaching. His flashy hair...... and his white clothes, merging into one.

Su Ziyou heard the voice and turned around: "Are you awake?"

Su Ziyou smiled faintly, as gentle as in a dream: "I'm fine." ”

Su Zi shook Su Wanxi's hand lightly: "Now, we are really relatives whose blood is dissolved in water." ”

It's just that the news of General Su's overnight whiteness spread throughout the city, but no one knew why. Qiulai didn't dare to tell Su Wanxi about it.

"Wanxi......" Su Ziyou twisted her eyebrows, wanting to reach out to help her up, but finally stretched out and took it back.

Su Wanxi cried for a long time, and said with a crying voice: "Why do you not cherish yourself so much!"

Su Wanxi was speechless, and her tears flowed endlessly. In this life, if you can meet a man like Su Ziyou who is affectionate to you, how can you be...... If she was Su Wanxi from the beginning, if she didn't have Bai Wuxue's identity from the beginning, she thought that she would be the happiest woman in the world. It's a pity that everything can't be done again, she has no other choice, as early as the moment she chose to enter the palace, she missed it with Su Ziyou for a lifetime.

Su Wanxi burst into tears, no matter who she is for now, she has to live well. It's just that there are too many things owed to Su Ziyou in this life, and there are so many that you can't repay them for the rest of your life.