"Qingci, I don't blame you for what happened back then." Meng Po showed a relieved smile, "I'm glad you came to see me." ”

After Meng Po said this sentence weakly, she seemed to be unable to support her body and fell down directly.

"Qingqing, what's wrong with you?" Qing Ci caught Meng Po and looked at her with a panicked expression.

Meng Po's real name is Mu Qingqing.

"I ...... The deadline is approaching. The corners of Meng Po's mouth faintly hooked up a weak smile, and she wanted to reach out to touch Qing Ci's face, but she hung down weakly.

At the same time, Meng Pozhuang was full of wind and sand.

This wind and sand are really strange!

Mu Qingyan secretly screamed in his heart, and immediately used his demonic qi to conjure up a protective shield to protect the three of them.

"Mu Qingyan, is there any way you can save her?" The chill in Qing Ci's heart kept coming, holding the weak Meng Po in his arms, asking for help from Mu Qingyan, looking at Meng Po's increasingly pale face, there was a little choking in her tone.

Mu Qingyan immediately took the pulse of Meng Po, her delicate brows frowned fiercely, she looked at Meng Po, her eyes were dyed with a few traces of surprise, and she immediately directly transformed her demonic qi into a dagger, and cut her palm, "Yue Lao, quickly, feed a few pills from the white porcelain bottle I gave you to Sister Meng Po." ”

Qing Ci did it immediately, but he fed it all to Meng Po, Mu Qingyan looked at him with some complicated feelings, didn't he think about what to do if he didn't have the pills?!

Mu Qingyan was a little helpless, it seemed that she would lose blood again later.

Mu Qingyan held her hand tightly that had been cut by the dagger, and when the other hand cut through Meng Po's wrist, she grabbed Meng Po's wrist and let her own blood drip onto Meng Po's wrist and merge with the blood coming out of Meng Po's wrist.

"Mu Qingyan, why is this happening?" Qing Ci couldn't help but be at a loss when he saw Meng Po's close transparent body, and asked Mu Qingyan.

"It should have something to do with the tears she just shed." Mu Qingyan pursed her lips.

Normally, tears are transparent, but the small spar that Meng Po gave her just now turned into tears is red, which is blood tears.

"You should know that she basically shed tears for you, even if she doesn't shed tears, Meng Po soup is Meng Po's tears. Over the years, how many souls have come and gone, how can her tears be, and in the end they should be blood and tears. ”

Mu Qingyan looked at Meng Po distressedly, her brows were not raised, and there were a few doubts in her eyes, in this case, why did Meng Po give her her last tear. If I didn't give it to her, it wouldn't be like this.

She...... Is this the murderer who indirectly killed her?

Mu Qingyan couldn't help frowning, feeling a little uncomfortable in her heart, "You shouldn't know that the punishment of Sister Meng Po by Heaven back then was that the day Meng Po burst into tears, that is, the death of Sister Meng Po." ”

"What!" Qing Ci was like being struck by lightning, and he was stunned.

He thought it was just for them to never see each other, but he didn't know that there was such a thing.

"There's only one way to save her." Mu Qingyan used her own blood to stabilize Meng Po's body that was about to disappear.

"How?"

"Scatter your cultivation in this life." A trace of solemnity flashed in Mu Qingyan's eyes, "Your punishment is that Yue Lao will never be able to see Sister Meng Po, and now that you have broken your original oath, Sister Meng Po will disappear so quickly." As long as you have exhausted your cultivation, you are not an old man, so you are not a broken oath. ”