The moment the cave collapsed, the people of the Demon Sect and the somewhat dull-looking people in all corners of the Jiahe Dynasty instantly regained their clarity.

One by one, it was as if I had been reborn, and I felt as if I had a nightmare dream.

A few black-clothed people who were ordered to guard the entrance of the cave to prevent someone from escaping, saw Beiyan enter, the cave collapsed, and no one came out again, so they knelt on one knee and killed themselves.

Jiahe Dynasty, Zhenjiang King Bei Nanwei was uncertain for several days, anxiously wandering around the study, suddenly his hand trembled, pulled off a few beards, spurted out a mouthful of blood, unconscious, and was rescued after being woken up, but in just a few days quickly aged.

The whereabouts of the little prince of the Jiahe Dynasty are unknown, and countless people sigh.

A few years have passed, His Majesty the Emperor gave his nearly two-year-old son and daughter to Bei Nan Tian to relieve the pain of Bei Nan Tian's thoughts, changed his surname to Bei, and gave him a dragon and phoenix jade pendant.

The two children who were far away from the struggle of the palace since childhood, under the teaching of Bei Nantian, just like those two jade pendants, grew up to be the dragon and phoenix among the people, guarding Jiahe wholeheartedly, and becoming the pride of the Jiahe Dynasty.

The most important thing is that Bei Nantian did not hide their identities, but they still regarded Bei Nantian as their biological father, and Bei Nantian, who was heartbroken and sad because of the white-haired people sending black-haired people in the early years, will die like a lamp in their early forties, and they have never thought of changing back to the imperial surname for the rest of their lives, and Zhenjiang Wangfu is still Jiahe's Dinghai Divine Needle.

In March 2001, a military compound in Kyoto, China.

The little rabbit cub of the Liu family ate the bear's heart and leopard gall, and dared to do something to Xiao Yan. A roar sounded with a full of anger, and the ears of the people in the town were numb, but the people in the room seemed to be used to it, just rubbed their ears calmly, and continued to do their own thing.

Next to a special hospital bed in the room, a group of solemn-faced people stood around, and on the bed lay a pale teenager with a thick plaster cast on his legs.

"You can't just forget it, I'm going to let them come back little by little!" The gray-haired old man in the middle finished yelling, but he still felt that his anger had nowhere to vent, and he opened his mouth to call someone over.

At this time, the young man on the bed seemed to be disturbed by this voice, his brows furrowed tightly, and his lips moved slightly, as if he was saying something.

A graceful and luxurious middle-aged beauty who had been paying attention to the young man exclaimed: "Xiao Yan is awake, he is awake." He looked back at the old man helplessly: "Dad, the doctor has said that you need to be quiet, you see your temper." ”

The old man touched his nose and hurriedly stepped forward: "What did my good grandson say?"

The room was instantly quiet, and I heard the intermittent voice of the young man on the bed: "Ah Tong... Pander to... Child... ”

The middle-aged beautiful woman turned her head to look at the others: "Ah Tong, who is Ah Tong?"

Everyone shook their heads, saying that they asked me, I don't know.

"Ah Tong... ”

The old man stepped forward and asked, "Who is Ah Tong?"

Originally, everyone didn't expect to get an answer, but they unexpectedly heard the young man's faint voice: "Children's painting... Children's paintings... ”

"Go and call the little words," the old man commanded at once.

"I'll go. A young man of twenty-five or sixteen answered the call and immediately walked out.

But in a moment, a rush of footsteps came, the door was pushed open in an instant, and the young man who had just gone out rushed in with a sweaty face, panting and saying anxiously: "Xiaohua committed suicide." ”

What the!!!

Everyone in the room was shocked.

The old man pointed to a few people: "You come with me to have a look." ”

After speaking, he hurriedly walked out.

What's going on lately, one after another, Lao Tzu is so old that he can't even have a peaceful birthday.

The old man's head suddenly hurt, and he felt that his gray hair would turn white sooner or later.

A few people walked to a lounge not far away, only to see a bloodless girl lying on the bed, with a thick bandage wrapped around her wrist, it seemed that she had been treated urgently, and on the rest sofa on the side, a large blood stain stung everyone's eyes.

"Blood transfusions, salvage. The old man directly threw out four words and put them aside, signaling the doctor not to talk nonsense and hurry up to save people.

Seeing that the person was pushed out, the old man looked at the medical staff on the side: "What's the matter." ”

The scared voices of the medical staff who were questioned were a little trembling: "Not long ago, Miss Tong inquired about Young Master Bei's injury, and then she sat there silently and shed tears and didn't speak, and then we went to other wards, and it was the gentleman who came in and found that Miss Tong had... ”

Without saying a word, the old man took a few people back to the boy's ward, sat on the sofa and rubbed his forehead without speaking.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and a middle-aged man with an anxious face hurriedly walked in, casually handed the briefcase in his hand to the person on the side, and sat next to the old man: "Dad, I heard that she talked about her... ”

The old man waved his hand, interrupted his words, and said in a tired tone: "Xiao Fang, you said, is my Beijia really destined to decline, first Tong Shao died, and then Xiao Yan was killed and destined to be disabled, and now Xiaohua is committing suicide again, could it be that God looks at my Beijia unpleasantly?"

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"That's it, you and Ling Ling stay here to accompany Xiao Yan, and the others go out with me, I'm here to see whose hand is so long, and even the affairs of my Bei family are so clear.

The middle-aged man Beilian and the middle-aged beautiful woman Ling Ling stayed behind, glanced at each other, and sat on the side of the young man's bed, with a sad look in their eyes.

"Ah Tong... Ah Tong... The room fell silent, except for the low murmur of the young man.

For a long, long time, another ward.

The children's painting opened his eyes slightly, and a white color came into his eyes, which was a little dazzling.

She immediately closed her eyes and eased for a moment.

Isn't he already buried in the cave behind the Demon Sect with Beiyan, in that case, he is not dead yet?

The snow was white, is he still in the snow mountain?

But why is it that the whole body is warm and does not feel cold at all.

With such a temperature, Beiyan will definitely like it.

That's right, Beiyan.

Since he is still alive, is he not dead, she sat up suddenly, shook twice, a strong feeling of dizziness came, and the body that had just sat up fell down in an instant.

This feeling of vertigo was all too familiar to her, and she had lost too much blood.

Also, they are all about to be smashed to pieces, so it's strange if they don't lose too much blood.

I just want to fall here, but I don't feel right, I just sat up, but according to my own death... Oh no, looking at the current situation, it should be a coma?