Bai Yi clearly saw tears flowing from the corners of Gu Xiuyuan's eyes. His heart softened, and he sat back down.

"You sleep. I'm not going. ”

The white clothes sat by his bed all night. It was only at dawn that he was able to get out.

He walked out of the room, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and when he looked up, he saw a figure swaying and staggering in the sky.

- Mu Zisu?!

Mu Zisu didn't control his vitality well, and suddenly fell from mid-air, but was caught by Bai Yi steadily. He saw that her pretty little face was covered in mud, and her body was scarred and stained with blood.

"Y-What's going on with you?"

Mu Zisu only felt that the blood and qi in her chest were surging, and she couldn't stop vomiting blood on her side, and Bai Yi immediately used her vitality to cross her, temporarily stabilizing her injuries.

But she didn't dare to cough loudly, for fear of waking others, so she could only cover her mouth and let out a dull coughing sound, and blood flowed from her fingers.

"I'll take you to Mr."

"Don't!"

"Why?"

Mu Zisu shook her head weakly and said, "I'm fine, I'm just a little injured" As she spoke, she took out a bloodstained golden fairy grass from her arms, "You help me give this to Lin Dongqing, she said that although this can't be cured, it can delay the depletion of his soul, so I found it and tried it......"

Bai Yi looked at her with a painful heart, and he now knew how deep the relationship between them was. Mu Zisu took risks alone many times for Xiao Xian's illness...... She wanted to heal him so much.

He knew that although she was treacherous and cunning, she was too good to be kind to her own people, and she didn't like to trouble others for her own affairs.

"Okay, I got it."

"Also, I can't let my master see me like this, you must not tell him, I'm afraid that he will be worried, you take me to Wuji Pavilion first, and I'll just sleep."

The white-clothed chief sighed and nodded, "Okay." You guys are more troublesome than the other. As he spoke, he carried it on her back.

"Who else?"

He smiled and shook his head, "No one. ”

In October, the autumn rain poured down, with a slight chill falling on the red leaves.

When Mu Zisu, Gu Xiuyuan and the others were chatting in the Wuji Pavilion, they suddenly heard a heart-rending sound outside the door.

"Murong family, Murong Lie - come and ask to see Mr. Xiao!!"

Mu, Murong Lie?

Mu Zisu, Gu Xiuyuan and Shou looked at each other for a long time, and then walked out quickly, only to see that on Taiji Square, Murong Lie was standing in the heavy rain covered in blood, his hair tied up high was messy, and his face was pale. After he saw everyone walk out, his legs bent, he knelt down, and shouted in pain: "Murong Lie, Murong Lie, come and ask to see Mr. Xiao!" ”

And then—he kowtowed again.

Gu Xiuyuan took an umbrella, propped it on top of Mu Zisu's head, and the two walked over.

Mu Zisu asked tentatively, "Young Master Murong, is this ...... What's going on? ”

Murong Lie's body trembled in the rain, and he slowly raised his head to look at Mu Zisu. When he saw his face clearly, Mu Zisu gasped. This arrogant young master had a haggard and pale face, and his eyes were frightened and helpless.

He said in a trembling voice: "Murong family...... They were slaughtered and destroyed. He roared in pain, "Three hundred lives, three hundred!" Whole...... All dead! Overnight, "his cries were truly heartfelt."

"In just one night, it was all gone! It's all gone!! My mother, my brother, everyone, everyone!! ”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked!

Mu Zisu muttered in disbelief: "How can this be ......?"