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However, this does not seem to be a good sign.

The effect of the Lost Illusion is very large, if you don't recuperate well, your family will definitely lose your life for decades, and your health will be much worse than before.

On the bed, Yu Dieyi wandered outside all night, always uneasy in her heart.

Half-asleep, she seemed to hear a soft sound, and then involuntarily stretched out her fingers to her side and looked around.

Odd! How did she not touch the person she wanted?

"Xiaoqing, where are you? What did you do? In a daze, Jade Dieyi muttered, about to open her eyes.

Suddenly, a man's hand climbed up from the side of the bed, holding Yu Dieyi's directionless hand tightly, his fingers interlocked.

Zong Qing shook Yu Dieyi's hand vigorously, as if to comfort Yu Dieyi, telling Yu Dieyi: He has not left, he has always been there.

As long as this woman needs him, likes him, loves him, and spoils him, then he will always be there and will never leave.

Because, in his past life, from the time he was sensible, from the time they made the marriage contract, he had already loved and secretly promised to regard himself as a person in Jade Dieyi.

However, Zong Qing frowned, his good-looking eyebrows were about to be twisted into a hemp rope, and his expression was very painful.

Bright red blood flowed from between his closed fingers, and as the sudden choking cough became more and more numerous, so much that the palm could no longer be blocked.

Zong Qing never knew that the Illusion Devourer would have such a powerful consequence, causing him to feel uneasy in the silent daytime, for fear of waking up Jade Dieyi, who had just fallen asleep.

But in terms of his character, if it happened all over again, he would still make the same choice, and without thinking, he would wander around Nujiao City and stop the terrifying woman who was about to destroy everything from entering the city.

In her sleep, Yu Dieyi felt Zong Qing's body temperature, interlocked her fingers with Zong Qing, and fell asleep again. This time, she really fell asleep and would never wake up again for any reason.

Zong Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief and tried to pull his hand out from between Jade Dieyi's long fingers, but Jade Dieyi's strength was too great, and no matter how he tried to break free, there was no way to escape from Jade Dieyi's palm. On the contrary, once or twice, when his strength was used too much, there were actually some signs of crystal jade butterfly clothes.

After several failed attempts, Zongqing's strength was almost exhausted. He had just suffered from the Illusion Devourer, and at this time he was extremely weak, like an empty shell, and he no longer had the strength to compete with Jade Dieyi.

"Really. Why is there so much strength? You grew up drinking cow blood as a child, right? Zong Qing was almost in prostration, leaning on the edge of the bed, and said quite amusemently.

His forehead was covered with a layer of crystal clear beads of sweat, and his whole body was drenched in sweat, as if he had just come out of the bath.

If you don't look at the face that has lost its ruddy luster, the white palms that cover the flaps of the lips, and the blood that keeps spilling out of his fingers, the tone of his speech seems to be a little funny, and it doesn't seem so sad.

"Xiaoqing, don't go......" Yu Dieyi didn't know what she dreamed of, and said bits and pieces intermittently.

She is really afraid of losing the little boy who likes her again, even in her sleep, she grasps the little boy tightly, repeating over and over again the right to belong to herself: "You are mine, don't leave, don't leave...... I will always be with you......"

In the human world, there is a saying that 'think during the day, dream at night'.

The meaning of this sentence is that because you miss someone or something very intensely during the day, and when you fall asleep at night, you will turn what you miss into dreams and memories that only belong to you.

People call good memories 'sweet dreams', bad memories 'nightmares', and a more serious condition called 'nightmares'.

And in people's cognition, no matter what kind of dream it is, it is a manifestation of that person's sincerity and sincerity.

Zong Qing chuckled, tears glistening in his eyes. He covered the corners of his lips, trying not to make a sound of choking coughs, even if there was more blood gushing out of his throat.

He, the last man of the clan of the clan, at this moment, even if he bled too much and died of serious injuries, he was willing.

Perhaps, this is his cause and effect, his life, and his benevolence.

In the room, a touch of white sun gradually sets along the window, and through the wooden sash, a little light is poured, exuding the residual warmth of the afternoon.

Zong Qing leaned on the side of the bed, his head tilted, resting on the wrist that was grasped by Yu Dieyi, and there was a heavy sleepiness between his eyebrows, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Syllable.

The hand covering his lips suddenly slammed into the ground, throwing up a string of demonic scarlet blood.

Gulps of blood poured out of the corners of his pale lips and ran down his chin over his ornate clothes, silently and silently.

Zongqing's eyes were closed, and his brows were wrinkled into a taut straight line because of the pain.

He is like a puppet controlled by others, able to sense the existence of pain, but unable to break the impasse and relieve his own pain. The only choice was to go along with it, and let the blood flow out of his lips.

Gradually, in a piece of blood, the corners of the pale lips hooked a graceful arc, like the rising moon buds in the evening, reflecting the enchanting and dazzling blood light, with a glamorous and terrifying luster.

Zong Qing fell into a coma, but he showed a slight smile in the demon-like torture, and the smile gradually expanded, slowly, covering the slowly flowing blood light.

Perhaps, this is the kind of love that Zongqing wants. Even though the pain made his face distort uncomfortably, his heart was unusually comfortable and clear.

He loves this kind of love.

It's like being devoured by a demon and a fragile body, leaving only strong and unyielding souls, pulling each other, encouraging, and loving each other......

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At night, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

In the silent valley, several black figures shuttled under the night sky, like wild tigers and beasts striding wildly, waving their wide robes.

There were five of them, all of whom were women.

The women were burly and athletic, running through the woods as if they were walking on flat ground. Occasionally, he would jump up in succession, tossing and turning several times in mid-air, as if he were riding against the wind under the full moon.

They were in a hurry, and their steps were hurried, as if they had just come out of the city.

All five of them have a secret bag made of special materials on their backs.

The bag is boxy, about 20 centimeters long, and the width and thickness are on the thin side. It doesn't seem to be very useful, and it contains very little stuff.

However, such things are protected by them as treasures, and they are always hidden under the wide black robes, for fear of being discovered.