It was already a little late when Ye Zhao withdrew his sword, the tip of the sword had already pierced Tai Xia's clothes and flesh, and the blood flowed down his back, this was the first time Ye Zhao would feel a tingling sensation when he saw blood.

"You-" Sikong Yang didn't expect this to be the case, he hugged Taixia in his arms tightly, and the temperature of her body was a little chilly due to the loss of blood.

The sword Ye Zhao used was naturally not an ordinary long sword, it was the spirit sword that Lang Xing had specially built for him according to the records in the ancient books, just like Sikong Yang's Falling Frost, it also had its own sword spirit.

If such a long sword is against the immortals, there is still a little room for turning, but now that Taixia is a mortal, she does not have the spiritual power that only immortals have, so the long sword pierced directly into her body without the slightest pause.

Sikong Yang's heart was greatly shocked, but time did not allow him to be stunned anymore, he frantically ran all the spiritual power in his body, and sent his brain to Taixia's body.

However, this is only a drop in the bucket.

As early as the moment she took the initiative to disperse her cultivation, she had turned back into an ordinary mortal, and the meridians that had taken Sikong Yang's countless energy to broaden naturally returned to the previous state of blockage and crampedness, and the spiritual power could not flow freely in it at all.

Ye Zhao's eyes turned red the moment he saw that Tantai Xia was injured, and after he summoned Mo Xing back, he rushed up with an arrow to check on Tantai Xia's state.

Sikong Yang's falling frost did not allow him to approach, and the ice-blue long sword with a faint light blocked the two of them in front of them, and gradually a blue barrier enveloped the two of them.

"Hold on, Tantai Xia." Sikong Yang's lips changed from crimson to pale due to the continuous output of spiritual power, and Tai Xia's eyes were a little blurry, but he still tried to look at his appearance with his eyes open.

"Although you are exactly the same as Lang Xing, I still think you are the best-looking." Her fingers twitched and tapped his lips.

Slowly but insistently, he said: "It's okay, don't worry, life and death are up to heaven, and I can be truly free." ”

It turned out that the real death came like this, and Taixia thought a little self-deprecatingly, she had held her breath underwater in order to experience it before, but it turned out that it was not as good as real death.

"It's not going to die." Sikong Yang hugged her a little tighter, and Taixia's body gradually lost her strength due to blood loss, and she couldn't stand on her own.

"Heh, Sikong Yang." Tantai Xia shouted his name, her bloodless lips hooked into a smile, and she said, "Why don't you even want me to be free?" Do you want to imprison me in one place too? ”

"Death is not freedom, Taixia, life is freedom." Sikong Yang saw that the light in her eyes began to dissipate, and finally made up his mind in his heart.

Taixia's weak hand pushed against Sikong Yang's chest, and she gasped and said, "I can't stand Sikong Yang, you let me sit on the ground." ”

Ye Zhao on the side watched the two of them talk as if no one was around, and he couldn't even make an expression.

"Isn't this our future queen?"

"yes, yes, who's that man she's holding?"

"I look a bit like the Great Priest, but the Great Priest has white hair."

"What is the situation, how can the queen hug other men? Can the king endure it? ”

"You didn't see it when you came late, the wound on the queen's back was stabbed by the king's ink star."

"Huh? How so? ”

No matter how low this discussion is, Ye Zhao can still hear it clearly, yes, he also wants to ask, how can this be?

At that time, he really locked her in a small sedan chair as if he was confused, and carried her into the side room, and put it for more than an hour, as if he had forgotten about it, and played chess with Lang Xing.

Speaking of Lang Xing, he suddenly came to his senses, yes, Lang Xing knows so much, and he saved him who was about to die at the beginning, he must have a way!

"Go, please come over the high priest."

It was also through the sound of discussion just now that Ye Zhao saw Sikong Yang's appearance clearly at this time, and at that moment, a lot of thoughts flashed in his mind, without exception, they were all related to Lang Xing.

"Yes." The people on standby saluted and trotted away.

Ye Zhao's hand hanging by his side clenched the hem of his clothes, and he wanted to say something to the two people who were hugging each other, but he opened his mouth a few times, but he still didn't say a word.

She originally thought that the ground would be cold, but the temperature transmitted through her clothes was warm.

She suddenly knew that this was Sikong Yang's reason, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

"You're careful now." She didn't feel the pain in the wound on her back, and it must have been Sikong Yang's handiwork.

"I didn't do anything." Sikong Yang didn't ask for credit.

He really didn't do anything, and the reason why Taixia couldn't feel the cold was because the temperature of her body was colder than the floor at this time.

"Shantai Xia, do you still have that thing you got in Huangquan Town?" Sikong Yang asked her in a low voice.

She tilted her head, a thoughtful look flashed in her tired eyes, and after a while, she nodded, "It should be brought with me, I have always carried it close to me, after all, you still owe me a wish because of this thing." ”

"But if you die, your wish will be gone."

"That's right." Taixia thought for a while, as if this was the case, and she was a little distressed: "But what to do?" I don't want to die either. ”

Her body still trembled because of the cold, and Sikong Yang hugged her regardless of the eyes of others.

"It's warm." As soon as Xia Tian touched Sikong Yang's warm chest, he sighed comfortably.

"Then live, I have a way to keep you alive."

The barrier erected by the falling frost made it impossible for Ye Zhao to even hear the sound of the two of them talking.

Lang Xing arrived quickly, and when he saw that there were so many people around, he thought that Ye Zhao's work was becoming more and more unreliable, so he waved his sleeves and asked them to stand by outside, and erected a soundproof barrier.

After doing all this, he walked to Ye Zhao's side, looking at the picture of Sikong Yang and Tangtai Xia hugging each other, especially the bright red blood stains on Tangtai Xia's pure white clothes, he was rarely a little stunned.

"How could Taixia get hurt?"

"After that, you have to find a way to save her!"

Ye Zhao heard Lang Xing's voice from a trance, he quickly turned around and grabbed his sleeve, and said as if he was commanding and pleading.

Lang Xing smiled bitterly, and spread his hands helplessly: "I am a fortune teller, where can I have any ability to save people, you might as well count on Sikong Yang." ”

"Sikong Yang?" He asked rhetorically, grabbing Lang Xing's sleeve and asking, "You said that person is Sikong Yang?" ”

His actions and questions were beyond Lang Xing's expectations, and he even had the leisure to answer Ye Zhao's question: "Yes." It's weird, that day I asked Linqing to disguise herself as Sikong Yang and trick her over, you weren't surprised, but now I'm surprised when I see the deity. ”

Ye Zhao let go of the corner of his clothes and said with a wry smile: "Who knew that Linqing was pretending to be Sikong Yang, in fact, I secretly calculated a hexagram behind your back that day." ”

"What?" Lang Xing frowned, as if he didn't understand why he was talking about this at this moment.

"Even the day you calculate that Taixia is the future queen, I will also calculate it." Ye Zhao's strength gradually drained, his eyes were astringent, and he felt as if a warm liquid was about to flow out.

"What did you count?"

"Marriage." Ye Zhao closed his eyes, and a water mark crossed his face.

"The marriage destined by Tantai Xia is not me, it is a man named Sikong Yang." After Sikong Yang finished saying three words, he was drained of strength, he could no longer stand firmly, staggered and fell to the ground, he covered his face with both hands to hide his crying.

"She can have a good marriage, but I don't believe in evil, I have to imprison her by my side, what a queen, I killed her." His voice was mixed with low sobs, peeking through his fingers, and gradually became a little hysterical.

"Who said she was going to die." It was the first time for Lang Xing to see Ye Zhao crying so embarrassed, he rubbed his forehead, and his voice was a little helpless in reply.

Ye Zhao raised his head, and a stunned expression appeared on his tear-stained face, which looked a little funny.

Lang Xing actually took out a fan from the storage ring leisurely at this time, he pointed at the two people with the fan, and said: "Since Sikong Yang is her destined marriage, it is up to Si Kong Yang to find a way." ”

Ye Zhao wiped a handful of tears and asked, "What can he do?" ”

Lang Xing opened the fan and shook it, his expression was unfathomable: "You say, since you already know that you have no fate with Taixia, will you still force it?" ”

"I-" Yazhao hesitated.

If it was in the past, he must have been unwilling, from the moment he saw Tangtai Xia, no, even earlier, from the moment Lang Xing calculated that Tang Taixia would be his future wife, the future queen of the country he and Lang Xing established, he never imagined that someone else would be his wife.

As long as the interests are enough, he dares to throw ten or eight women into the harem, and they are all lying to her.

Even Mu Nishang only recognizes herself as her godsister, and she will be crowned a princess at that time, and she will marry beautifully.

But if you want to say that you like Taixia, you don't have it.

How can I like someone so fast, and it's too shallow to like it so quickly.

"But don't you figure it all out, is she my future wife? How so? Ye Zhao suddenly felt a little pain in his heart.

"There is a providence in the dark, and a slight change will implicate things in the future, Ye Zhao, what I said at the beginning was only possible."

Is that so? Is he the one who changed the future? Because of today's sentence?

"Nope! Things in the future can never change! He got up from the ground with his hands propped up, his eyes red, and looked at the two men who were snuggled up to each other.

"If I give up at this time, it will really change the future."