Maybe the original Mu Guzhu's consciousness has not completely dissipated, and there is a trace of strangeness in his heart, feeling very uncomfortable, a feeling of tiredness, a feeling that cannot be described in words......

Guzhu knows that this feeling is heartache.

Guarding Mu Guzhu......

When Guzhu heard this, he was silent.

Looking at the old woman again, there was a vague and inexplicable emotion in her eyes.

She still made a mistake that she couldn't afford to make......

"Little ...... Miss, I, go, go to Fancheng...... Murong family, find ...... Sky...... The rain ......" voice grew weaker and weaker until it was gone.

It wasn't until her hand fell from Lone Bamboo's hand that Lone Bamboo reacted.

Fancheng ...... The Murong family?

Gu Zhu knew that the old woman still didn't believe her in the end.

It's just that it has reached this point, but she can only give it a go.

The old woman's words are looped in Lone Bamboo's head.

The old woman didn't lie to her, she had been guarding Mu Guzhu.

Because people are dying and their words are good, there is no need for her to gamble her life in order to deceive her.

And she...... but he killed the old woman.

There are not many people in this world who are good to her, and killing strings is not counted, because for her, she doesn't know what killing strings is in her heart.

Friend? Collaborator? Stranger?

She didn't know.

Yu Jinghong, to put it bluntly, is just a person who helped her.

As a member of the Mu family, no one is good to Guzhu.

She has no relatives and no friends.

Only one Long Anhan is not bad to her......

Therefore, the old woman is one of the few people to her......

Although she had never had direct contact with the old woman, when she knew that the old woman was sincere to her, Gu Zhu's heart was still touched.

The old woman was dead, as if she had no bones, and was limp in her arms.

Her blood stained the plain dress of Lone Bamboo red.

This time, Gu Zhu did not frown.

One second, two seconds, three seconds after the old woman died...... After a long while, Gu Zhu came back to his senses and looked at the person who was no longer silent in his arms.

She killed her by mistake.

Killed someone who was good to her.

Maybe it's because there was no one who was good to her in her previous life, and she was reborn in such a contradictory person in this life, and no one is distressed by Guzhu, so now she is more sensitive.

Guzhu doesn't want her to die!

She didn't want everyone who was a little nicer to her to end up dying.

She put down the old woman and crouched beside her, her hands sealed, ready to use her spirit to revive her.

But it doesn't help!

White beams of light continued to emanate from the hand of the lone bamboo and transfer to the old woman's body, but they were like pebbles falling into the ocean, unable to stir up waves......

Guzhu is not a pharmacist, so it is useless at all.

Consuming the magic spirit is equivalent to consuming the energy of the body, although Gu Zhu's progress is very fast, but he can't afford to consume this kind of consumption, and after a while, Gu Zhu feels exhausted.

Guzhu had no choice but to stop, looking at the people on the ground who still didn't move at all......

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

Maybe...... There's someone who can save her......

Thinking of that person, Gu Zhu suddenly stopped hesitating, looked at the person on the ground, and then directly opened the window and jumped out......

The vigorous posture is as flexible as a cat, and in the dark night it is like a fish in the water, and it is not affected by the light of the night.