Time flows in a hurry. Feng Jiu has been asleep for more than three months. The emperor took care of her day and night, and he didn't feel hard. It was his wish for more than two hundred years to be able to stay with Feng Jiu Chao at dusk, although he had not yet woken up at this time, but the emperor knew that Feng Jiu's body was recovering day by day.

On this day, the god of folding face came to visit Feng Jiu again. After checking the pulse, he said to the emperor, "I guess, in the next few days, Xiao Jiu should wake up." Her primordial spirit is no longer in serious trouble. After that, he took out a golden pill from his sleeve and handed it to the emperor, "This heart-nourishing pill, if you take it, I have refined it for nine hundred and eighty-one days, which can help you repair your mind and restore your immortal power." ”

This time, for the sake of Feng Jiu and the emperor's injury, it can be said that he has made a fatal force. He has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and he has never had such strength for anyone's injury.

This time, it was just because he helped Feng Jiu hide his pregnancy, and even Bai Zhen complained that he shouldn't be like this, if Feng Jiu had any accidents, Zhenzhen didn't know when he was born, and Emperor Bai Zhi was afraid that he would also look for him. Moreover, the emperor was also seriously injured for the safety of Taiping and Feng Jiu, and his "death power" still had to come out so as not to damage his yin virtue.

The emperor took the elixir of folding faces, and said with a slight bow: "There is labor to break the face." After taking it, he closed his eyes and meditated on pranayama. Chonglin respectfully sent the god of folding face out.

These days, although the emperor has accompanied and taken care of Feng Jiu day and night, but also because Feng Jiu is by his side, as well as their son, the well-behaved and sensible rolling companionship, coupled with the careful conditioning of the gods, although the reduction is still the same, the complexion is getting better day by day, not as pale and tired as before.

In the one hundred and third day of Feng Jiu's sleep, the emperor estimated that Feng Jiu should wake up. Rolling waited by Feng Jiu's bedside. The gentle sun shadow climbed up the corner of Feng Jiu's eyes, and slowly, her eyes seemed to move, and the fingers held in the emperor's hand also moved lightly twice. When she finally opened her hazy eyes, the emperor's heart was finally completely let go. Rolling happily called "mother", Feng Jiu turned his head slightly, his eyes slowly focused, and when he saw it clearly, a pair of silver-haired handsome faces looked at her with burning eyes, and her consciousness returned little by little, she saved up her strength for a long time and finally made a somewhat hoarse voice: "We ......"

"We're alive." The Emperor replied in a low voice. "On that day, Mo Yuan, together with Yehua and Bai Qian, came in time and worked together to break the starlight barrier. Mo Yuan introduced the three poisonous turbidity breaths into the Kunlun Void to seal it, and when my mana was restored, it would be purified again. Donghua knew that Feng Jiu must have a stomach full of doubts, and his mind was still a little dizzy at the moment, so he told her the ins and outs of the matter concisely, saving her a lot of thoughts.

Feng Jiu reacted silently for a while, and muttered softly: "Oh, it seems that we are really still alive." Two lines of tears flowed quietly, and Donghua's shadow was reflected in his eyes. She doesn't like to cry, this moment is the happiness of the rest of her life after the catastrophe.

Donghua clenched her hand, Feng Jiuwei looked up at him, and was about to get up, but the emperor neatly turned around to help her up and let her lean into his arms. Wrapping her arms around her is like wrapping around the most inmissible treasure in this world, warm, warm, and so powerful.

The Emperor asked in Feng Jiu's favorite deep voice in her ear, "But is there anything uncomfortable about it?" Feng Jiu shook his head, "How long have I been asleep?" ”

"One hundred and three days." Rolling crisp answers. Feng Jiu looked at his mellow and lovely son, at this moment, leaning on the emperor's arms, it was a long-lost happiness and warmth. She looked out the window and muttered, "I've slept for so long." I want to go out for a walk. ”

"Okay." The emperor gently helped her up, hugged her, and slowly walked out of the dormitory.