She unwrapped the bag from the red rope.

Carefully took out the note inside, the rice paper was already a little yellowed and brittle, but the handwriting was still elegant.

She chanted softly: "I give the moon ...... with stars."

The seven words that were headless and brainless made Su Jiu at a loss.

She looked up at the sky, it was dusk, the sky was clear, and there was not a single star in sight.

Su Jiu was at a loss.

Zhao Shen likes to get those Shinto things the most, but why even the life-saving talisman follows the Shinto, I don't know what he wants to express......

The cold wind was blowing to the bone.

Su Jiu picked up Xiao Tingchen and put his cheeks together.

"Xiao Tingchen, what should I do......"

She muttered to herself.

In the past, when the dog man was still alive, he acted in a particularly domineering manner, and often made all the choices for her without authorization.

She hates his dominance, so she always quarrels and even fights with him.

But now he's gone......

She realized that it was a good thing that someone made the choice for her.

She hugged Xiao Tingchen until the mountains were completely covered by the ink-like night.

A wolf howls from the depths of the mountains.

Su Jiu subconsciously looked at the night sky.

The stars all came out, forming a complex pattern in the sky, ethereal and distant.

She still remembered that she was in the Baoxiang Pagoda in Jinling City, and she listened to the stars with Zhao Shen.

If she wanted to hear tonight, what would the stars tell her?

Will they tell her how to bring Xiao Tingchen back to life?

The deer's eyes were filled with two clouds of mist, clear and clean like glass.

She tried to listen, but she couldn't hear any revelations.

The last glimmer of hope in my heart gradually disappeared without a trace.

Just when she was so desperate that she was about to give up, in the vast sea of stars, it seemed that some stars were lit up by another one, gradually converging into a line, pointing to a distant place.

Su Jiu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

When I looked at the sea of stars again, the line was still there.

She cried with joy, and even her voice trembled: "Xiao Tingchen, you are saved...... You are saved! ”

The delicate little girl desperately picked up Xiao Tingchen and walked towards the direction of Xinghai step by step.

Snow on the mountain roads.

The man was very heavy, and Su Jiu's embroidered shoes were deeply sunk into the snow, and every step of the trek was extremely difficult.

In the end, she simply threw away her embroidered shoes, stepped barefoot on the snow, and walked forward with deep and shallow feet.

Siye was dark, and thorns scratched her skirt and skin, and even her fair and delicate face was covered with blood.

Her feet were red and stiff from the cold, and she breathed hard, full of joy that she was about to achieve what she wanted.

The road was slippery and the mountain road was narrow in the snow, and when she climbed the steep peak, she almost fell off the cliff with Xiao Tingchen, and fought for half her life to climb up dangerously.

She is not afraid of death.

Because the current situation is more cruel than death.

Su Jiu followed the stars and finally climbed to the top of the mountain in the middle of the night.

She gasped and looked around, the top of the mountain was very flat, a huge stone carved chessboard ran across it, and there was a strange gossip board in the center of the chessboard, and I don't know which dynasty it was, many stones were weathered and incomplete, and there was a sense of quaint vicissitudes.

Su Jiu looked at the stars.

The line where the stars converge is gone.

She swallowed her saliva and struggled to drag Xiao Tingchen to the gossip plate.

By the light of the stars, she saw a stone tablet engraved with ancient characters.

In the past, when Xiao Tingchen was poisoned, she had read countless ancient books that recorded the Gu poison in southern Xinjiang, so she recognized these fonts at a glance as ancient characters in southern Xinjiang.

“…… Changing your life against the sky...... Blood for blood ......"

The girl murmured.

She wasn't sure if the stele was correct, but it was worth her try, no matter what.

Fortunately, she happens to be a royal family in southern Xinjiang, and her blood should meet the requirements of the inscription.

The girl sat cross-legged and hugged Xiao Tingchen on her knees.

She sliced her thin wrist with her dagger, sending blood into the man's pale lip.

Time passed little by little.

But the man showed no signs of resurrection.

"Xiao Tingchen, how much blood do you have to drink to wake you up?"

Because of excessive blood loss, Su Jiu's little face turned pale, but the gaze of the man in his arms was full of tenderness.

The blood couldn't stop anymore, she leaned against the old stone tablet, her lips raised into a smile, "That's it, if you can't wake up, what does it matter if I die with you......"

The fine snow fell on the long hair of the two, like a symbiotic snow sculpture.

The stars are setting in the west.

At the end of the mountains, the first rays of light crept through the sky.

Su Jiu lost most of his blood, and he was already groggy and didn't know what to do.

Her thin wrist rested on the man's lips, and the blood was still seeping into the man's body......

The cold wind blew away the fine snow.

The golden crow was rising, and the thin golden winter sun was lightly covered on Xiao Tingchen's face.

The sword eyebrows are cold, the two eyelashes cast a fan-shaped shadow, and a cinnabar tear mole under the left eye is beautiful.

The bridge of his nose was high, and his thin lips, which should have been pale, were dyed red by blood, like the bloodthirsty demon in the depths of the mountains.

The word "thief" imprinted on his cheek clearly expresses the suffering that this man has suffered.

The four fields are silent.

A dead leaf was swept by the cold wind and quietly landed on the man's eyebrows.

At the moment when it was about to fall, the slender and bony fingers quietly twisted it.

The eyes slowly opened, and the peach blossom eyes were dark and deep.

Xiao Tingchen stared at the sky and licked the blood stains on the corners of his lips.

He sat up slowly.

The girl leaning on the stone tablet had her hair full of paint turned snow-white, her little face was pale and tired, and she was extremely slender and thin.

Xiao Tingchen caressed her face gently with calloused fingertips.

"Su Xiaojiu ......"

He whispered.

He took Su Jiu into his arms, and his cold and hard jaw rested lightly on her heart.

What kind of deal did he make with the gods to save his life?

Su Jiu was in a coma, faintly smelling the familiar ambergris.

She slowly raised her head, her face full of disbelief when she saw Xiao Tingchen.

ァ新ヤ~(8)~1~Chinese 網ωωω.χ~8.~1zщ.còм

The thin white hand gently caressed the man's face, and she was so excited that her voice was trembling, "Could it be that I fell into hell to see you alive?" ”

"My little wine is the best girl in the world, and hell is reluctant to accept you."

Xiao Tingchen's eyes were red, and he lowered his head and kissed Su Jiu's eyebrows.

Love, cherish, repent......

He had mixed feelings, and hugged Su Jiu so tightly and tightly, as if he wanted to integrate her into his own blood and bones.

The big palm passed through the girl's white hair, and the man stared into the void, his eyes full of killing and blood.

……

Su Jiu accompanied Xiao Tingchen down the mountain, and as soon as he walked to the foot of the mountain, he was surrounded by the Praetorian Guard Legion.

The Praetorian Guards moved out of the way, and Xie Rongjing rode his horse.

He wore thin armor and saw Xiao Tingchen alive, and Danfeng's eyes flashed with surprise.

However, that surprise was quickly replaced by cruelty, and he said coldly: "On the order of the emperor, I am here to capture the thief!" Come on, take Xiao Tingchen for this official! ”

Su Jiu immediately opened his arms in front of Xiao Tingchen, "Who dares?!" ”