The Emperor of Heaven quietly stepped into the dormitory of Changli, and he still has to guard Changli every step of the way. He looked carefully at the bed, Changli's face was pale, and there was no blood between his lips. There was a profuse sweat all over his body, and the golden dragon's anger was rampant and domineering in the place where he had left his heart. Burning Changli's body with abnormal heat, the dragon fire blocked the pulse of Changli's heart, so that Changli could not heal himself, and could only consume cultivation to barely resist.

The Emperor of Heaven who had never been aware of the invisible, stood beside the bed and said, "How could Your Majesty let Wutong come back, Your Highness still spent mana to light the lotus lantern!" What can be done now? ”

Su Mu shook his head and replied: "I can only relieve a little pain from His Highness, Your Majesty's dragon fire is too strong, I'm afraid that only the Holy Doctor of the Bai Ze Clan can resolve it, I have sent a message back and let the Holy Doctor come." However, the Bai Ze clan is far away from the heavenly realm, and His Royal Highness has consumed a lot of vitality in order to fight against His Majesty's clone before, but I am afraid that this time it may be difficult to support the arrival of the holy doctor. ”

"Your Majesty has made a dead hand, what can Your Highness do!" Tu Yu was unhappy in his heart, and he could only complain about the Emperor of Heaven.

While the two were talking, Changli, who was lying on the bed, suddenly vomited another mouthful of blood, and Su Mu hurriedly said, "Go and get some more handkerchiefs!" ”

Tu Yu turned around and went to the cabinet to turn over the handkerchief, and the two of them were busy again before they cleaned up Changli.

In the corners of the ground, all the discarded were long and bloody veils. Seeing this, the Heavenly Emperor waved his hand to stun Su Mu Tu, and then ejected his spiritual power to probe in Changli's body. In less than an instant, he took the dragon fire from Changli's body back into his body.

The Emperor of Heaven put down a jade bottle at the head of the bed and said: "The character is so stubborn, I don't know if it is a blessing or a curse for you, or in the heavenly realm." After the Emperor of Heaven finished speaking, he watched Changli by the bed for a long time, and did not leave Yaochuan Pavilion until Changli's breath was completely stable.

As soon as the Emperor of Heaven left, Changli woke up, he stretched out his hand and shot out a spiritual power to probe his heart, and found that the dragon fire that was originally blocked in the heart pulse had disappeared, and the dragon fire that devoured the spiritual power had also disappeared without a trace.

Changli helped the fainted Su Mu Tu to the dormitory, and when he returned to the dormitory, he passed by the plane tree and sat down on the swing under the plane tree. The bright moon on the branches is still bright, and when has the sycamore and he seen countless clouds and sunny days, but he has never seen such a perfect bright moon.

"Sycamore, are you okay in the prison? You've never left my sight since you were a child, but now I've put you in prison. I've been ruthless since I was a child. Parents and brothers are affectionate, except for the long-cherished Tu Tu, Ying Long Shenjun, the only one who gets along with me day and night is you. Since you and I were imprisoned in this Yaochuan Pavilion together, the fate between you and me cannot be separated. But how can I get my father to let you go..."

The sorrow in the long centrifugal gradually intensified, and at this time, the Yaochuan Pavilion was extremely quiet, and the love was in the heart, and it could not be relieved, so a few jars of wine appeared. Changli pulled the stopper from the wine jar, lifted the jar and took a sip of it.

In an instant, half a jar of wine was down. Changli seemed sober, but in fact he was a little drunk, he raised the wine to the moon, wiped the wine stains from the corners of his mouth and said to the moon: "The name of this wine is Sanglu wine." What do you say about a mortal in the mortal world? Changli tilted his head and thought for a long time and said: "Oh, I remembered, it is not drunk and drunk, so that people have no choice but to part!" ”

After Changli finished speaking, he drank the rest of the wine, threw away the empty wine jar, and sat down under the plane tree. He leaned on the sycamore tree and smelled the sycamore incense, and at the same time conjured up a lot of mulberry blossoms, drinking one jar after another, until the night receded slightly, and the east was white, and he leaned on the trunk of the tree to die of drunkenness.