He was infinitely sad: "But now, I have tried my best to control it, but I can't do anything." She made my will fall apart without much effort, let my hard work go to waste, and let my love and hate be at will. ”

Running all the way, she was unconscious in her arms, getting colder and colder.

He was in extreme pain, suddenly heartbroken, suddenly regretted not being at the beginning, suddenly enlightened, and suddenly puzzled: "She is so pitiful and lovely, she must be the dear and beloved of Qishan." Don't talk about Qishan, it is Bo Ying, Han Kai, and forgetting her life. It's just that I don't have any medical skills, why did Qishan entrust her to me? ”

Suddenly remembered the "Sword Immortal" in Shuling, and Daigo was empowered: "Qishan asked me to visit his father, in addition to presenting the jade sword, I must have hoped that his father's "Sword Immortal" would take action to heal her. "Thinking that Shuling Mountain is the only way to go to Shennongding, the spirit is greatly lifted, and the Pegasus is galloping.

He galloped all night, and the green lotus in his arms became more and more cold. The thought of her going dead made him almost mad. Seeing that there was no more danger ahead, he found a valley, dismounted with her, and jumped into the depths of the jungle.

He thought to himself: "I use the true qi of splitting the wind to protect her body, maybe I can help her last two more days." "Just untied Luo's clothes, a finely carved slingshot will slide out. He held it in his hand and stared fixedly, as if holding a rare treasure. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore and slid down my cheeks.

He laughed self-deprecatingly, gathered his mind, and suddenly saw the jade flute on her neck, and suddenly remembered the former enemy, and couldn't help but tremble, and hatred suddenly rose.

Stabilize his mind, no longer pay attention to the jade flute, but check her heartache. If you don't look at it, you will be completely stunned by the local area.

Ice muscles and snow skin, printed with a shocking totem: the boundless grassland, reflecting a full moon, a majestic wolf, howling at the moon. A beautiful and sturdy white deer, flying and galloping across the sky.

Blue wolf white deer! Hate the ages! Lewd me in China, invade my fertile soil!

He sat down in a daze and jumped to his feet for a long time. Don't dare to think deeply, don't dare to look at each other. I just want to fly away.

However, he could not help himself at all. He couldn't forget that moment: she flew to his blade, full of joy and stupidity. That kind of look can melt heaven and earth, can merge galaxies, not to mention his love? It's long been one with her.

He couldn't help but take another look. She still lay quietly, without joy, laughter, consciousness, or even temperature.

Just one glance, his heart was like a knife, and he couldn't extricate himself: it wasn't her, it shouldn't be her!

His hands were not controlled by his brain at all, he leaned down, held her in his arms, and stretched out his palms against her back acupoint.

At the beginning, the palm of her hand touched the back of her heart, and it was cold to the bone. After a while, the cold fog surrounded the two of them. didn't dare to slack off at all, and continued to use the wind to use divine skills, slowly infusion of the hundreds of bones around her, and slowly forced out the cold qi that was blocking her body muscles.

However, when his splitting true qi touched her five hearts, he felt that the cold poison grew with his life, and it continued, and he couldn't drive it away at all. I also felt that the heat of the sun accumulated in her heart and lungs was deeply hidden, and it was more and more intense, and it was difficult to control.

He was full of anxiety and took care of the rescue, and penetrated the true qi of the splitting wind into her internal organs, but no matter how hard he tried, ice and fire, cold and heat were still incompatible.

He tried his best, but her condition did not improve at all, and she was still cold, feverish, and lifeless.

He was helpless, sad in his heart, picked up her who was lying on the ground, stumbled, walked towards his beloved horse, flew up, and galloped away.

The wind was fierce, the wind was long, he couldn't see, he couldn't hear, he just thought wildly all the way: "Qishan and Northern Tartar are incompatible, but why entrust the Tartars to me?" There was only one reason, he only thought she was an old friend, but he didn't know that she was a Tartar at all. In that case, his entrustment is not counted. ”

The heartache is like a cone, and it cannot be contained: "She is the descendant of the "Three Sons of the Tomb Robber", and if she is left behind, it must be a great disaster in South China. ”

Thinking like this, I was heartbroken, and in order to insist on saving her, I hurriedly denied myself and painstakingly looked for a reason: "This is just my momentary speculation, how can I make a rash assertion?" What's more, she and Bo Ying, she and Han Kai, as if they didn't know each other at all. She did this extraordinary thing, maybe it was just forced by the situation, or it was purely a coincidence, rather than a fake show. ”

Rusi thought about it, and didn't know whether it was joy or worry: "Perhaps, whether it is Qishan, Bo Win, or Hankai, they are all unknown to her, but they are just thinking about the love of the past, one is dying, one can't give up, and the other is insatiable." ”

It was extremely painful, and he was puzzled: "No matter what, she is an alien after all, not of my own race." On his deathbed, Qishan mentioned the "tomb robbery plan", or hinted that I should always be vigilant against her, monitor her closely, and find out the "son of the tomb robber" to protect me from China. ”

My heart was sad, I couldn't help but look down at her, and felt guilty: "Her eyes when she looked at me were full of deep trust and strong love, how could I be so suspicious of her hurting her?" ”

How can I think of the national disaster, and my heart is like oil: "Xishu is worried about internal and external troubles, and I am in the sky, how can I lose a big one because of a small one?" Although I am full of self-blame, no matter what, I will not give up.

Non-stop, running for two days and two nights, finally approaching the junction of Shu and Wu, Shuling Mountain is impressive.

Her tentacles were cold, her whole body was cold, and she was no longer breathing.

When he arrived, he couldn't breathe anymore, and his heart hurt like a knife, so he was about to go crazy: "It's me, it's me who killed her with my own hands!" I used love, I used hate, and completely ruined her! That smile, that love, that kind of eyes! There will never be another in this world, never will be! ”

Desperate, he jumped off his horse and ran into the jungle. The thorns cut through his legs, but he didn't feel anything, only worried: "Han Feng's sword qi is vicious, Yanyang's sword qi is violent, she encounters two major sword qi, and her life is difficult to protect." If I fuse the two sword qi into one and then regulate the true yuan for her, I may be able to survive. ”

Passing through the thorn bushes, there is a mountain lake in front of you, with still water and reeds floating in the wind. He secretly said in his heart: "This place is green, clean and comfortable, like a safe haven, and she likes to heal here." ”

He jumped into the reed, waved his arms, and sat cross-legged on the reed as a bed, leaning her against his chest. The wind blew, and the reeds sang and danced, and he shuddered with it, and he trembled his hands again, and pressed against the big hole in her heart again.

Her limbs were still cold. Her internal organs are still in full swing. He tried so hard to melt the cold and heat poison.

It was almost dawn, the sky was getting brighter, and the morning light was faintly rising. Exhausted, he clung to her and lay down on the reeds. He was in extreme pain and asked gently: "I hold you like this, are you still cold?" ”

After waiting for a long time, there was no response, only to feel that all thoughts were lost: "I gave up my life and forgot my life, tired of running for what?" Don't I know? Even without me, Zhuo Yun will not die, and Shu will not die? Even if Zhuo Yun is dead, even if Shu is dead, Huaxia will not overturn, but will move forward, unstoppable! However, without your smile, where else can I look for it! ”

Dark clouds, strong winds, pouring rain. He was in pain to the marrow, hugged her tightly, let the rain water, and was not moved at all.

At that moment, he watched the rain around him, frozen by her cold air, and turned into a river of ice, enveloping the two of them. He longed to die with her. Yes, if you die, you will be completely liberated.

Hurt and tired, he fell asleep with her in his arms.

Falling asleep, she suddenly turned over and got up, a small face smiling, bright past the morning light, bright than the morning sun. She reached out her little hand and pushed him on the chest: "Big brother, get up quickly!" Go back to Nanyu and go surfing! ”

He was ecstatic, as if he had ascended from hell to heaven: "Are you still alive? ”

Her eyes flashed: "Of course I live, you told me in person that we will be in love for a hundred years." I haven't loved enough, how can I be willing to leave you? ”

He was full of joy, but he was still unbelievable: "In love for a hundred years? ”

Her eyes were clearer than flowing water: "You forgot? I am your lover for a hundred years, and I will love you for eight thousand years. No, I will love you forever and ever. It's just that you and this life are really not cute enough, and I'd rather take you back to modern times. ”