Concubine Wei almost ran back to Qiyun Palace with a sigh of relief.

Seeing the blue sky in the distance, her heart was soft.

I'm back, are you back?

The concubine walked lightly through the main hall and through the garden where the mountains and rivers were restored. I looked at a few small suites, and the doors were closed.

Presumably, several guards did not come.

I was a little disappointed. Several guards never came back, so did he not come back either?

The concubine stepped close to the study, and there was no shadow of him. He really didn't come back.

Concubine Yi just wanted to sit down and look for the book she wanted, but her mind just couldn't calm down. Her miss for him is already like a mountain, and she is firmly pressed under the mountain.

The concubine stood up and slammed open the bedroom door. There is his breath everywhere here, and there are traces of his life.

The moment she pushed the door open, she was stunned.

Yun Lizhen was meditating on the bed, his shoulders and chest seemed to be injured, his face was slightly pale, and the corners of his mouth were bloodshot.

This scene suddenly reminded the concubine that in the Beast City, when she was about to be killed, he complained that she came too late, but in fact, he also came to save her with such a scar.

And now he's hurt again!

The exercises in the clouds, ordinary mortal people can't hurt him at all. It means that the person who injured him was also a person with similar skills to him?

There are not many people who know similar skills. Emperor Xuan, Purple Death King, several of them fought alone, and none of them seemed to be opponents in the clouds.

Who could that be?

The fragmentary words of the fairy queen show the cruelty of the power struggle. It is more than the imperial power among people.

When the concubine saw the familiar eyebrows, she couldn't wait to step forward and hug him tightly.

But he's healing.

No matter how uncomfortable it was, no matter how painful it was, his face never showed a bit, and he was always so calm and waveless.

The concubine sat down in the room, looking at him from a distance through the clouds.

I can't get tired of watching it. No matter how you look at it, he is so exciting.

Looking at the blood that continued to flow from his wounds, she suddenly felt that if she was a woman from the Immortal Family, Yun Lizhe's situation today might be completely different.

He can keep pace with him, he can have greater power, and his path to the prince of the immortal family will go more smoothly. He loved a mortal woman, and not only did it seem to be of little help to him, but it seemed to add a lot of bonds.

She just kept dragging him back, constantly needed his help, kept needing him to shelter herself......

The concubine's face became paler and paler.

What Mrs. Tan said knocked her heart one by one.

The Diqin heart in their mouths, is that kind of woman suitable for him?

Presumably, the fairy Qinxin is extremely beautiful, otherwise Yun Lizhen's mother would not easily agree to let her be his wife. Presumably, the imperial family is also very powerful. Otherwise, how could Emperor Xuan become a substitute god?

If the emperor family and the Yunli family marry, the world must be peaceful. Other forces want to make big waves, but they can't tolerate them.

At that time, the clouds must not be so constrained everywhere as they are now.

The concubine thought too much, and unconsciously became very engrossed.

She is just a mortal woman, the fairy queen is right, how can she be so selfish?

Yun Lizhen couldn't bring himself back to Xuanjiao.

His short life span can't splash a wave in the long river of his life.

Concubine Wei suddenly had deep doubts about her persistence.

I want to pursue the way to become an immortal, is it right or not?