It was night, Bingruo fell asleep in the crook of Yuan Feng's arms, and I don't know how long it took, Yuan Feng gradually closed his eyes.

He was also extremely tired, a few days ago in Yin Mountain with Yin Jun and others while discussing the countermeasures to subdue the three arrays of resentful spirits, while jointly mobilizing spiritual power to survey the situation of the magic stone and the torture demon tripod, the energy consumption was huge, and he did not rest for several days, until everyone else was tired and decided to pause first, Yuan Feng immediately set off to the mortal realm snow fog ice field.

Now that the situation of the Snow Mist Ice Fields has been thoroughly penetrated, the three sets of resentful spirits have been out of control, although the living people of the Snow Mist Ice Field have long been wiped out by them, and Yuan Feng has also blocked the undersea passage to prevent people from coming from Shenmu Island, but the resentful spirits of the ice array, fire array, and water array still often fight and kill and mutilate living beings.

Most of the fish in the Sea of Death have been killed by the Blue Armor of the Water Array, and most of the forests on the ice field have been burned by the rockets of the Red Armor of the Fire Array, not to mention the countless forest beasts that have been hacked and frozen to death. Those animals that were inexplicably frozen to death lived on the ice field, their fur was thick and cold-resistant, and they would not be injured by the low temperature of the ice field at all, and their fate of freezing to death was actually a masterpiece of the cold caused by the ice array resentful spirits fighting with other resentful spirits.

If this continues, sooner or later, the ecology of the Snow Mist Ice Plain will be completely destroyed, and the mortal realm region will affect the whole body, and Yuan Feng, as the prince of the Heavenly Court and the successor of the Supreme of the Six Realms, will naturally be obliged to solve the matter of subduing the resentful spirits.

He did not go back to Heaven to report the matter to his father, but investigated and dealt with it himself, but how could such a big movement not be noticed by the immortals, and the Emperor of Heaven did not send anyone to find out what he said for so long, but implicitly allowed Yuan Feng to solve it on his own. This is the tacit understanding between their father and son, or the indifferent communication, that has never changed for thousands of years, when major events are encountered in the Six Realms.

In the quiet and deep night, only the light of the fire in the corner of the hut swayed gently, and at some point, Bingruo gradually regained a trace of clarity.

She felt herself lying on a quiet, broad chest, slightly undulating and rippling with a faint fragrance of flowers.

Yes, it seems that Luo Feng appeared again after half a month, he whispered beside his bed for a while, but Bingruo couldn't remember the content clearly, she only remembered that she seemed to fall asleep after Luo Feng fed her some water.

Bingruo looked at his sleeping face frowning slightly, and didn't know what he was sad about, but now Bingruo really couldn't take care of speculating on his thoughts.

Bingruo originally thought that he was dead, but now he feels that his spirit is slightly better, so he must be returning to the light.

If it did, she would have no time to waste.

Yuan Feng is now the god of wind after all, not a mortal Luo Feng, even if he is sleepy and tired, he can feel the wind and grass of the mortals around him. He pretended to fall asleep with his eyes closed, and the eyes of heaven had already been opened to observe Bingruo's every move.

The weak woman in her arms tried to restrain herself, concealed her breath, and gently removed her arm that surrounded her, very lightly and gently, careful not to scare away something if she was not careful.

Was she afraid of waking herself up, was she so careful because she was afraid of disturbing her rest?

After a long time, a slightly cool little hand slowly reached into the sleeve of his robe and reached for the back of his hand.

Yuan Feng was shocked, did she want to grab my hand?

The soft and boneless little hand lightly brushed the back of his hand, and continued to lean inward, as if groping for something, Yuan Feng suddenly realized.

You've already learned of your father's death, and you're still obsessed with this thing......

Bing Ruo easily touched the jade seal, and she was amazed in her heart that her weak and nervous hands trembled in Luo Feng's sleeves, but Luo Feng didn't even notice it, is this God helping herself?

She held the corner of the unknown material square, supported the sick body to move off the bed, although her head buzzed after getting up and fainted, but her heart was excited, and she actually stood firm and did not fall.

Bingruo was still weak and had a hard time walking, so she held the jade seal and slowly walked out of the hut towards the statue of Juari.

It was a long journey for a terminally ill person.

But under the huge stone sculpture that stood tall, Bingruo was once again desperate.

She couldn't help crying, even she didn't know where she had the strength to cry, but she was so sad and desperate. With such a tall stone carving, the right hand raised by Hu Alito was almost at eye level, and if Bing Ruo was struggling to even stand at this time, where would he still have the strength to climb up and put this square into the hand of the lifter?

She cried for a while, and suddenly remembered that she was afraid that she would wake up Luo Feng in the hut not far away if she made such a big move, so she hurriedly put away her crying and cried quietly.

How could she have known that the young man in white was standing behind her with dim eyes and infinite injuries. She only thinks about jade seals, stone carvings, and Xia Xian, where can she take care of looking back.

Another wave of dizziness came, she was already malnourished to the limit, and she had just relied on great desire and excitement to get here, but now she was completely helpless.

What should I do? It won't be long before she's going to die, what should she do......

Just die, with great regret, and leave this world. Where is Xia Xian? Can he see himself? If he can't see himself, then how does he know that he has put the jade seal in Hu Ali's hand? And if he came to see it after a long time, and he was already dead by then, how could he fulfill his promise to tell the truth? It's ridiculous, what if he only came here every few days or even months or years? At that time, he was already a dry bone, and how could the jade seal still be in Hu Ali's hands? Luo Feng would have taken it back a long time ago.

It didn't take long for Luo Feng to rush over, first pick up her corpse, be sad for a while, and then put her down, pick up the jade seal in her hand and put it back on her sleeve. Then, he may choose a beautiful place to bury himself. In the future, maybe Xia Xian, Ling'er, and Feng Nian will occasionally go to burn a paper for her.

I thought that back then, it was the clothed mound that I placed for the surviving Luo Feng, the tomb of Luo Feng, but I never thought that now, but I asked him to get a real grave for himself. What would he engrave on the tombstone, his friend Luo Feng, was he a friend? Are they? Who killed himself...... Is it Xia Xian? Not really. Is it Luo Feng? Not really. Is it someone else? Not really......

Who is that? Is it her, Liang Bingruo herself? It seems that this can only be explained.

Thinking of this, Bingruo only felt great sorrow and sorrow, blood and qi surged, her heart hurt, blood gushed out, the whole person fell backwards, and suddenly fell into a gentle embrace, the blood on her lips stained the young man's white robe, stained with blood, shocking......

"You...... What the hell are you going to do!?"

The always gentle young man couldn't hold back his grief and anger at this time, and his choked question burst out of his throat, powerful and weak, clear but hoarse.

Bingruo knew that his life would be short, and that he might die in the next moment, so he gave up all struggle and deception, looked at the stone statue of Hu Ali with empty eyes, and slowly raised his hand with trembling arms, pointing to the right hand held up by the stone carving.

Yuan Feng's heart was sad at the moment, and he didn't understand what she meant for a while, so he held back his tears and put his ear close to the girl's lips.

"Hand ...... Hand ......"

The pale lips closed one by one, and a few words were spat out intermittently.

"What a hand ......"

"Hand ......"

Bingruo couldn't say more words.

Yuan Feng looked at Bing Ruo's gesture just now, thinking of her attachment to the jade seal and the word "hand" in her mouth.

He found that the right hand of the stone carving was in the form of a lifting void fist, and the jade seal was just right to put in the empty fist.

"You...... It's just for ...... This?"

Although Bing Ruo had no hope that Yuan Feng would fulfill his wish, before he died, he could understand it, which really made Bing Ruo very happy. The corners of Bingruo's mouth rose slightly, and she couldn't speak or nod anymore.

"I'll help you ......"

Yuan Feng's voice softened, he picked up the jade seal, flew onto the stone carving base, and put the jade seal into Hu Ali's hand.

A tear fell from the corner of Bingruo's eyes, the curvature of the corners of her mouth gradually disappeared, and then she slowly closed her eyes......

She's dead.

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