The cold wind suddenly rose, blowing up fallen leaves, like a butterfly with broken wings, rootless and helpless.

Although the heaven and earth were protected by the golden enchantment, however, the cold wind and a silvery dead silence could still be felt, the biting cold and refreshing coldness of the ice and snow.

At this time, the Demon Emperor seemed to pour ice water from his head, and his heart was cold.

A stunning woman, standing lightly in front of him.

The golden lotus, scorching and sublimating, slowly swirls and blooms around her, making her noble, beautiful and majestic.

Her beautiful eyes, with a hint of melancholy, were staring at the endless void in a daze.

"Take a bowl of your heart's blood, and this god will heal her husband."

What she said just now seemed to be just telling the cat and dog to hurry up and do a very ordinary thing.

When he heard the word "husband", his body shook suddenly, and he looked up at her in horror, and his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Everything in this heaven and earth seems to have lost its color and turned black and white.

He couldn't help but smile wryly.

It turned out that she asked him to follow, just because he was still of some use to her.

He is the 10,000-year-old fox demon, the brainchild of the 10,000-year-old fox demon, and he is a good thing.

The blood of the 10,000-year-old fox demon can not only keep the corpses of mortals from decaying, but also allow immortal cultivators who have fallen into a coma to maintain the vitality and beating of their hearts, so as to nourish the body and promote the normal operation of the body.

In this way, although Feng Chengcheng is still in a coma, if he takes the blood of the 10,000-year-old fox demon, then his physical functions will not decline, the immortal veins will maintain normal operation, and the immortal power will not be lost because of his coma.

In the bottom of his heart, there used to be selfish luck.

He selfishly hoped for her forgiveness, that she would understand his suffering.

It turned out that everything was his wishful thinking.

He had hurt her so deeply, how could she forgive him?

He is to blame for everything, and he can't blame others.

Perhaps, no matter in her previous life or in this life, she has never loved him?

He muttered, "Fluttershy, did you ever love me?" ”

He looked at her with hope, and waited for a long, long time.

The beautiful woman, as if she hadn't heard him, just looked at the sea of clouds and mountains under her feet in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

He smiled self-deprecatingly and sighed deeply.

Yes, it has come to this, and he is still qualified to ask, whether she has ever loved him?

Even if you love it, what if you have loved it?

Now in the bottom of her heart, there is only hatred left for him, right?

The Demon Emperor trembled his hands and took the dagger that shone with cold light.

The dagger was cold, heavy as a mountain in his hand, and flashed with a little cold light.

The Demon Emperor trembled his hands, tore off the clothes on his chest, pointed the tip of the dagger at his heart, closed his eyes, and stabbed at his heart fiercely.

A sharp pain came from his chest, reaching his nerves, and he couldn't help but shiver.

There was a blackness and dizziness in front of me, as if there were fireworks blooming in front of me.

His handsome face instantly turned pale as paper, and a lot of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He endured the dull pain like a cut, gritted his teeth, took the jade bowl on the side, and aimed it at the bloody chest. At the porcelain-white heart, a hideous wound turned over the pink flesh, like a baby's mouth.

Bright red blood, steaming, with the sharp pain in the heart, flowed out, slowly flowing into the emerald green jade bowl, until it filled a jade bowl.

The blood color is gorgeous and miserable, like a blooming flower on the other side.

The flowers bloom poignantly, and the moment the flowers fall, there is no despair.

Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side.

No flowers, no leaves.

There is no trace of withering, and the wrong love has become empty.

The Demon Emperor took a deep breath, holding the bowl of heart blood in both hands, his hands trembled, and presented it respectfully: "Divine Venerable, the heart blood has been taken." ”

The stunning woman turned her head when she heard the sound, glanced coldly at the wound in his heart, and did not take the jade bowl.

She reached out her slender hand and pointed at his wound.

Brilliant golden light slowly flowed from her fingertips and slowly poured into his wounds.

The Demon Emperor's wound, with the injection of the golden immortal power, the blood immediately stopped.

The wound healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving a pink scar.

The immortal power of the Protoss is really extraordinary.

However, he felt that his heart hurt even more, and that pain came from the bottom of his heart.

The dull pain that made him unable to breathe sent chills through his body.

Mingyue didn't look at him more, but guided the jade bowl to the bedroom of Fuxi Palace.

She pointed at the jade bowl, and the blood in the jade bowl suddenly turned into a thin line of blood, slowly flowing into Feng Qicheng's mouth.

A few drops of blood flowed down the corners of Feng Qingcheng's pale mouth, turning into a little blood stain with the wind, dissipating in the air, like a flower about to wither.

Mingyue looked at the sleeping man on the bed stupidly, gently helped him wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and muttered: "Brother Jiu, in the past few days, I will help you heal, you wait a little longer." ”

After that, every few days, Mingyue ordered the Demon Emperor to take out a bowl of heart blood to protect the weak vital signs of Feng Tilting City.

Mingyue took Feng Chengcheng to live in Fuxi Palace, and the Demon Emperor consciously lived in the side hall of Fuxi Palace.

The Demon Emperor cleans independently and consciously every day, inside and outside the palace, on the windowsill and in the bedroom, washing and cooking, planting vegetables and picking vegetables, and carefully taking care of Mingyue's diet and daily life.

Mingyue placed Feng Chengcheng in the dormitory of Fuxi Palace, and sent him immortal power to heal his injuries every day, looking forward to him waking up as soon as possible.

She even set up an enchantment next to Feng Tilt City's bed, not allowing the Demon Emperor to get close to him.

The Demon Emperor got up early every day, took a broom, carefully cleaned the courtyard and steps in front of Fuxi Palace, and carefully swept the fallen leaves aside.

After cleaning, he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Mingyue.

Although Mingyue is a god race, and it is a god race that has restored the power of the Xuan Ming Flood Desolation, and the immortal power is profound.

She only needs to absorb the aura of heaven and earth to ensure what her body needs.

However, perhaps because she grew up with the Terrans and thus retained the Terran lifestyle, she still likes to eat something every day.

After they came to Fuxi Divine Mountain, Mingyue endured it for three days.

On the fourth day, she instructed the Demon Emperor: "Ruthless, you go and make something to eat for this god, this god is used to eating something every day." ”

After she finished speaking, she stretched out her slender jade finger and pointed at his empty sleeve, using her immortal power to point at it.

At the interface of the Demon Emperor's broken arm, it suddenly itched and numb.

In an instant, a new arm, at the joint, slowly grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it became one, the same size as a normal arm.

The Demon Emperor was overjoyed and tried to move the newborn arm.

Except for the fact that he felt sore and weak, and his movements were slightly sluggish, it looked almost exactly like a normal arm.

The Demon Emperor said gratefully, "Thank you, Divine Venerable." ”

Mingyue said indifferently: "This Divine Venerable just wants you to cook well for this Divine Venerable, that's it." ”

In addition to taking her heart's blood, this is the first time that Mingyue has taken the initiative to talk to the Demon Emperor.

Although it was only a commanding tone, the Demon Emperor was unusually happy and satisfied.

He resisted the excitement in his heart and replied softly, "Yes, I'll do it." ”

Even if it was for her to go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire and fall into reincarnation, he was willing.

He owes her, and he can't pay it off in his lifetime.

He was willing to repay her little by little, even if he lost his life.

There is a small kitchen next to Fuxi Palace, which is full of rice, flour and oil.

The Demon Emperor went to the mountain on one side and used his demonic power to chop a lot of firewood and came back.

However, when he came to the kitchen and looked at the pots and pans, he was dumbfounded.

It was his first time cooking, and he didn't even know how to make a fire.

However, the Demon Emperor was not discouraged.

He can't, he can learn to do it.

He used his magic power to ignite the firewood, and the smoke in the stove suddenly became thick, and the whole kitchen seemed to be on fire, choking him to tears.

In a panic, his hands were burned by the fire, and his face was covered with black ash, looking extremely embarrassed.

He wiped away the tears from his face, gritted his teeth and continued to make a fire.

He tried his best to light the fire, but

I don't know how to cook.

Yes, the Demon Emperor can't cook because he's never cooked.

Whether he was the ruthless Fox Demon Xuanyuan or Shui Yanxi as a Terran, he had never cooked for anyone, let alone went into the kitchen to light a fire.

In the past, he was pampered, and others did everything for him.

Of course, he once made peach blossom soup for Mingyue.

That time, it was a charcoal fire that had been prepared for a long time, and he didn't need to make a fire.

This time, it was the second time he cooked for Mingyue.

The Demon Emperor cooks for Mingyue, and he does it willingly, without regrets.

He tried to cook a pot of porridge, and the whole pot was raw on top and charred on the bottom.

So he threw out the whole pot of burnt porridge and started over.

This was repeated several times, and when it was almost dark, he finally boiled a pot of fragrant and delicious white porridge.

Although it is only white porridge, it is the first porridge he made in his life, the aroma is fragrant, the color is snow-white and thick, and it looks very delicious.

The Demon Emperor was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly filled a bowl, carefully brought it into the Fuxi Palace, and presented it to Mingyue like a treasure.

Mingyue just glanced at him lightly, and saw that his originally handsome face was black and white, and his hands and sleeves were covered with soot, looking like a clown.

There was a hint of disgust and criticism in her eyes.

His sparkling peach blossom eyes, full of faint joy and expectation, looked at her deeply.

However, when he saw the disgust in her eyes, the peach blossom eyes suddenly dimmed.

Mingyue didn't know why, and a nameless anger surged in her heart.

She swept the jade bowl in his hand to the ground, and scolded in a deep voice: "Let you cook, you have been cooking for a whole day, and you don't even have a dish, and this god has no appetite now." ”

The jade bowl rolled to the ground, and the thick white porridge flowed to the ground, exuding a faint aroma.

It's just that the white porridge is stained with dust and looks very dirty.

The Demon Emperor's eyes dimmed instantly, and he silently picked up the jade bowl on the ground, cleaned up the white porridge that flowed to the ground, and then quietly retreated.

Mingyue looked at the handsome man who was still sleeping on the bed in a daze, and her face softened.

The man's silver hair was scattered on the bed, and his handsome face looked lifeless.

She remembered the wonderful time the two had together, and couldn't help but fall on the bed and cry.

What if she's a Protoss now?

What if she has the Mysterious Hell?

She tried all kinds of ways to heal him with immortal power every day, but she still couldn't save him!

Feng Chengcheng helped her bear the Heavenly Tribulation of the Domain God Realm, and the Yuan Shen was injured by Thunder Wanjun, and various body functions were damaged, the meridians were broken, and the immortal veins were damaged, and she was already in a permanent sleep, and it was difficult to wake up.

The only thing she can do now is to inject immortal power into him every day and find a way to help him repair the broken meridians.

And, with the blood of the 10,000-year-old fox demon, he kept the vitality of his body.

She hoped that one day he would wake up.

If there is a change in the sky and a disaster falls from the sky, she has not thought about saving the people in the world.

The bell has to be tied to the bell, and the huge energy of the Fuxi Tower, which destroyed the world and caused the sky to collapse.

The sky is collapsing, and extreme weather is revealed.

She hadn't figured out how to make up for the disaster.

What the hell should she do?

If she did her best to stop this natural disaster, then what would Feng Chengcheng do?

She couldn't leave him alone.

As a top priority, she must first wake up Feng Chengcheng.

Then, she can safely try her best to resolve this natural disaster.

Mingyue looked at the man on the bed stupidly, and said sadly: "Brother Jiu, in a few days, I will help you repair the meridians." Wake up quickly and join me in saving the world! ”

Feng Chengcheng lay quietly on the bed, his handsome face was still pale, his hair was like snow, and he didn't react.

Mingyue sobbed and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said to herself: "Mingyue, the ninth brother is already like this, you can't fall, you still have to save the ninth brother, save the people in the world, you must be strong." After a few days, when your immortal power is fully recovered, you will help Brother Nine to continue the meridians. ”