As soon as the old goddess roared, Shen Yaohua was immediately stunned, what is the blood in the heart, is it going to dig out the heart and squeeze the blood? It's going to die, isn't it?

At this time, the dark clouds above his head were surging wildly, Shen Yaohua looked up, the clouds that he originally thought were very thick had become thin, and the huge body of the river demon loomed, occasionally revealing a hideous head and face, which made people feel cold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shen Yaohua looked back in a panic, and when he saw the miserable description of the old goddess, his heart was shocked, and he suddenly remembered that on the last night in Wuli Mountain, the old goddess was also miserable in order to save her from the thunder, and she also gave her life, and now only the soul is left, no matter who caused this disaster, she can't let her soul fly away, since she said that she wants the blood of her heart, then she will use the blood of her heart.

She kept the old goddess's black jade hairpin close to her body, and the hairpin tail was very sharp, which was suitable for piercing the heart and taking blood!

Shen Yaohua took out the hairpin, looked at it twice, aimed at the heart, and stabbed it hard!

'Poof'!

A rain of blood spread out in front of her eyes, Shen Yaohua's heart hurt greatly, and in the blink of an eye, her eyes blurred, and she felt that something was quickly withdrawn from her body, so that she fell down without doing anything, and at that time there was only one thought in her heart that was quite clear, that is: Why did she vomit blood from her heart?

"Haruka!"

Shen Yaohua heard the mournful cry of the old goddess, wanted to say something but couldn't even move her eyelids, and suddenly heard an earth-shattering roar, felt that someone looked at her deeply, and heard a dreamlike whisper: Tsk, a little river demon forced you to kill yourself? You're useless, but you can't die, and I won't be able to get away with it if you die......

Then she didn't know anything.

I don't know how long it took for Shen Yaohua to open her eyes in a daze, and asked in a daze If I am dead, I heard Mo Yi Xiaobai's cold snort in a daze, saying that good people don't live long, and they live stupidly for a thousand years, and she didn't have time to think about whether she was a good person or stupid and fainted again.

In a trance, it seemed that someone always gave her a medicinal soup that was bitter to death, and always touched her wounds, as if she had asked many times if she had died, at first Mo Yi Xiaobai was impatient, and then directly told her that she was dead......

Shen Yaohua didn't feel anything special, and it was seven days after she really woke up.

She has been in a coma for the past seven days, either in the carriage or in the inn, Moyi Xiaobai has not had such a good life, dragging an injury to take care of her, and having to endure her asking the same stupid question all the time, angry, tired and injured, causing the whole person to lose a lot of weight, but the spirit seems to be fine, which makes Shen Yaohua amazed.

This person, it's really incomparable, she was dying when she looked at him that day, and now she can't move, and people are jumping up and down.

"Are my mother-in-law and brother Wandering Soul okay?"

Shen Yaohua leaned on the seat of the carriage covered with brocade quilts and drank bird's nest comfortably.

"It's fine."

Mo Yi Xiaobai's back is thin but more straight, sitting in front as a coachman, and he doesn't whip it, just sits lazily.

The horse pulling the cart is not Xiao Hei, Xiao Hei is spreading joy everywhere, sometimes in front, sometimes in the back, and sometimes running to Mo Yi Xiaobai's side for a while, looking very happy.

"What the hell happened that day?"

Knowing that everyone was fine, Shen Yaohua was in a good mood, dried up the bird's nest, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, put the bowl on the small table, pulled up the blanket and lay down.

"I don't know."

Moyi Xiaobai is still virtuous in the past, and his speech is hard and erect without twists and turns, but Shen Yaohua didn't dare to ask anything in the past to keep asking now, and he answered them one by one, although he was very impatient.

"How could you not know?"

"How can I know with my eyes closed."

"Is the youkai dead?"

"Nope."

"How could we be okay if we weren't dead?"

"You hurt its Nedan."

"How did I get hurt?"

"I told you that I don't know with my eyes closed."

Mo Yi Xiaobai's voice was full of forbearance, and his muscles were tensed, but Shen Yaohua was still unconscious, and continued: "Then how did we get out?" ”

"Swim out!"

Mo Yi Xiaobai's voice was a little higher.

"And then?"

Shen Yaohua pouted and continued to ask, dissatisfied with any of his answers, it sounded like a perfunctory to her, she really wanted to know what happened that day, originally they were all dying, why would they all be fine, it couldn't be that she stabbed a hole in her heart and spit out a mouthful of blood, she didn't believe it!

But now that the old goddess and the wandering spirit are cultivating in her spirit pool, the person she dare not provoke the most is the old goddess, followed by Mo Yi Xiaobai, but curiosity overcomes fear, and besides, he was the one who almost lost their lives, so it's not too much to ask him a few words, right?

Mo Yi Xiaobai gritted his teeth and said: "Then I will wipe your body, change your dressing, feed you to drink medicine, and serve you like an ancestor every day, are you satisfied!?" ”

“……”

Shen Yaohua was stunned, it turned out that he had been pouring himself bitter medicine and taking care of himself, huh! Count him still have some humanity......

After a while, Shen Yaohua came back to his senses, remembered his voice before he fell into darkness, and asked, "Did you see someone else that day?" ”

"Nope."

"Really?"

Shen Yaohua didn't believe it very much, but Moyi Xiaobai didn't even bother to pay attention to her.

Shen Yaohua was afraid that asking too many questions would force Moyi Xiaobai to be anxious, and secondly, he was also sleepy, so he closed his mouth and closed his eyes, and fell asleep beautifully.

After another three days, Shen Yaohua finally looked forward to the old goddess, and couldn't wait to ask the questions in his heart.

"I don't know!" The old goddess only replied to her with three words, and then disappeared.

After ten days of recuperation, the old goddess regained her spirited appearance.

When she is injured, her appearance changes drastically, and it is the same when she becomes a ghost.

It's magical!

Shen Yaohua was stunned for a while, flicked his tongue and lay down again. In fact, the wound on her chest has healed, as long as it is not too big, it is only slightly painful, but she feels that she has never enjoyed the blessing of being served by others before, and I am afraid that she will not have it in the future, so she can lie down for a few days in a hurry, not to mention that she is still a cold evil god, this kind of blessing can be enjoyed except for her, can others?

After this incident, Mo Yi Xiaobai seemed to be even colder, his face was full of the death of the person who provoked me, and the evil aura emitted from his body could make pedestrians automatically retreat.

Shen Yaohua is a very self-conscious person, and she doesn't know that most of the people's grievances come from her words and her face full of enjoyment and peace of mind when she is taken care of.

Mo Yi Xiaobai's external injuries looked scary but didn't hurt the roots, the old goddess was a lot of vitality, and the wandering soul was the most serious, he had been injured by the ghost Taoist once, and this time he moved the foundation, so he has been unconscious.

The ghost avoided Moyi Xiaobai from afar, and the old goddess could only go farther away to find the ghost to replenish the soul of the wandering soul.

The wandering soul is faint, the old goddess is busy, Mo Yi Xiaobai has to be a coachman and a servant, and the only thing that Shen Yaohua needs to worry about every day besides eating and sleeping is to think about who the woman who spoke that day was.