Seeing this, Changli asked softly, "Wutong, are you still there?" Chinese parasol tree? But after asking for a long time, no one replied to him, and the empty Yaochuan Pavilion was deserted, only echoing his own voice.

He touched the lifeless sycamore fruit and whispered, "After all, it's just me, right?" If you are still alive, will you speak to me? Changli trembled his hands and picked up the fruit. The frames of his eyes were slightly red, and his eyes were full of tears, but he stubbornly refused to shed them. He froze in place for a long time, then suddenly clutched his chest and spurted out a mouthful of blood before he fainted under the plane tree.

Before closing his eyes, the tears still flowed down Changli's cheeks after all. Tears flowed down Changli's cheeks and dripped onto the trunk of the tree, and it didn't take long for the fruit on the tree to flicker a few times, but unfortunately Changli was already in a deep coma and didn't see the change in the fruit.

In a coma, Changli came to a place where he couldn't see anything, like the coast. It was empty, and there was nothing but the sound of the tide, and nothing could be seen.

Changli was dressed in white, and he was particularly abrupt in the dark, he was very flustered, running around, and shouting: "Where are you?" Where are you? ”

Suddenly, there was a big light in front of him, and pieces of fragments that could not be connected appeared in front of him, first of all, a fiery red vermilion bird, chasing a fierce beast. Later, this Vermilion Bird led the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals to set foot in the Demon Realm, and then was pushed down by a very familiar person to Zhuxiantai, and Changli vaguely saw that the Vermilion Bird was collected by the people in the wilderness....... The long separation is the connection of one clip after another. Suddenly, there was a very harsh sound all around, and all the fragments disappeared in an instant, and Changli's head became more and more painful. The body seems to be attracted to something. Gradually, even the sound of the tide was inaudible, and everything was calm again.

"What does this Suzaku have to do with me? Who you are, who you really are! Changli opened his eyes and sat up suddenly.

He looked around, and saw that he was lying on the bed safely, so he said: "It turned out to be a dream" Changli sighed lightly, and wanted to get up and get out of bed.

Ying Long came in at this time with a bowl, and when he saw that Changli was about to get up, he hurriedly put down the jade bowl in his hand to help Changli.

Ying Long generally helped Changli up and asked, "Why did Your Highness fall unconscious under the plane tree?" After a whole day of coma, I also probed His Highness's divine body and found that His Highness also suffered some internal injuries. There are also cuts in the wrists. ”

Changli shook his head and said: "I'm fine, yesterday Wutong crossed the catastrophe, I helped her block the thunder, but she still seems to have failed." Now she's a fruit, and I've probed, she's lifeless now. ”

After hearing this, Ying Long took the jade bowl and sent it to Changli and said, "This immortal dew can cure His Highness's internal injuries, and I made it temporarily. ”

Changli took the fairy dew and drank it all, Ying Long saw that Changli's bloodless face was full of sadness and said: "The unsuccessful crossing of the tribulation is also his creation, the destiny is like this, cultivating a human form is a certain chance, the opportunity can not be found, His Royal Highness has spent a lot of divine blood to wish her to become an immortal, and has not treated her badly, she is in such a situation now, it is also her life, and His Royal Highness does not have to be sad." ”

Changli put down the jade bowl, he looked at the plane tree outside the window and asked, "Do you think she will bear fruit again?" If you can't get married, won't you live up to my sincerity? ”

"Your Highness, Your Highness, don't think about it anymore, it's reasonable to heal your injuries and continue to cultivate, I stole out to see you, and I have to go back, you take care of yourself, I have to come to see you later." Ying Long said that, and turned away.

Changli sat on the bed for a long time, and finally got up, thinking that he was going to use his aura to re-cultivate, but who knows, he moved the bed to the plane tree, and casually conjured up a grass shed.

He sat on the bed, took off his clothes, exposed his chest, swung out a spiritual power to cut his chest, and used the immortal method, channeling the blood of his heart in his hand, and said: "I was born to 1,700 years, a total of three drops of heart blood, today I will give you a drop, it can protect you from death, you use my heart and blood to fight for me, quickly restore vitality." ”

As Changli spoke, he urged the mana to inject this drop of blood with the spirit of the Vermilion Bird into the fruit. The fruit had a long heart's blood, flickered a few times, and then returned to its black appearance. Changli lost a drop of blood in his heart, his qi and blood were weaker, and his face was even paler.

He stroked the sycamore fruit and said: "It's good to have a reaction, I will move the collapse here, and watch you day and night, don't be afraid, with me protecting you, the thunder in the sky will not split you again." Changli suffered internal injuries, and lost his heart and blood to lift his energy, and now his physical strength is a little weak, and he fell asleep groggily after speaking.