Zhou Naughty Tong was a little embarrassed by this appointment, this woman gave birth to a child, wouldn't he go in? "Little girl..."

"The spiritual power output continues to be stable, let's start!" After saying this, Youfeng began to stab the belly separated by the surgical cloth.

Zhou Naughty Tong was driven to the shelves, and when he entered the delivery room, he breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the mother did not expose other places except for the big belly, as long as she didn't look there, Zhou Naughty Tong was doing psychological construction while outputting spiritual power......

"Wow Wow~~~Wow Wow~~~" One after another the baby's cry sounded, and the people waiting outside the delivery room were suddenly greatly relieved, but...

"Old naughty boy, increase the output of spiritual power, elixir!"

The anxious shout, followed by the baby's cry, made the faces of all the people outside the delivery room change suddenly.

The old lady rushed directly into the delivery room, and when she saw the woman covered in blood, her eyes were dark and she fainted.

"Mother!" Lixiang hurriedly carried the old lady to the outside room, looked at the little wind who was pressing Lixue's chest hard, and was angry for her, and felt a pain in his heart, and hugged his mother who had fainted back, and stayed in the delivery room, the only glimmer of hope in his heart was gradually disappearing.

"Old naughty boy, lose a little more spiritual power!" The spiritual spring water and the crushed pill entered Lixue's mouth together, but they couldn't swallow it.

"Little girl, do you want to feed it again?" The breath of the person on the bed is getting weaker and weaker, even if you waste more pills, there is no way.

When Xiang heard this, he couldn't stand steadily, leaned against the wall, and sat on the ground with his mother.

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place. He couldn't even shed tears, his sister was only twenty-two years old, and her life had just begun!

Nangong Qi hugged the blood-stained child, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking, but Nangong Yehua was wary of this person, and walked in front of Youfeng who was sad and blamed himself in a few steps, completely enveloping Youfeng in his figure, and sighed lightly, "You've done your best, and Lixiang won't blame you, you know?" ”

It doesn't matter if it's to blame her, but has she really exhausted all means? Youfeng looked weakly at his blood-stained hands, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

By the way, her blood is the blood of rebirth, maybe she can!

Immediately, the dripping blood poured into Lixue's throat, and then did artificial respiration and cardiac resuscitation, after a short while, the eyes that were scattered from the snow gradually condensed, and the breathing also recovered a little.

It really works! Youfeng was about to use his spiritual power to cut his wrist and bleed more, but he was stopped by Nangong Yehua distressedly, and his tone was so tough, "Curtain, if you hurt yourself again, I will let her disappear directly!" ”

"But she..."

"She has a dead heart and can't live, let her confess her last words!" Several times he couldn't resist the ghostly wind, and Nangong Yehua also came up with a way. Sure enough, as soon as he said this, Youfeng immediately stopped making a sound.

She knew that her blood of rebirth could not save mortals if she could save the resentful spirits in the misty swamp, if Lixue had even a little cultivation and a little desire to survive, she could save her!

But she didn't!

From the time she saw Lixue, Youfeng vaguely knew that if it weren't for the child in her belly, she really wouldn't be able to live for a moment, but she didn't expect this day to come so soon.

The room was very quiet, so quiet that no one seemed to exist, and it was very cold, so cold that people's hearts were cold.

As soon as Lixue opened her eyes, she saw the face that made her hate and miss, and she only saw her.

He smiled at the bleak wind, as if he had not yet awakened in a dream, muttering to himself, his consciousness so confused that he no longer knew what he was saying.

"You know what? I regret it! ”

"I know that with my family background, I can't escape, and I can't hide. You asked me to marry Nangong Xiaowang at that time, I never thought about it, and I didn't think it was worthy! ”

"But if I can choose again, I'll listen to you!"

"Nangong Qi doesn't like me, the person in his heart is you, so me and him are destined to have no good ending!"

"My father and mother, asked me... conceived his child as soon as possible, but he didn't want to, and later... I'm pregnant..."

"I'd rather ... I don't have that piece of meat in my stomach..." Lixue was full of humiliation and had nowhere to vent, her self-esteem couldn't stand it happening to her, but who could she tell her? Not to mention that it was her relatives who did it.

Speaking of this, the intermittent breath suddenly became low and weak, a pale pallor climbed up the blood-stained cheeks, and the pupils began to dilate, "Brother... Brother, I'm sorry, when is she... Will... Hui··· Come ......"

The wind blows up the remnants of the willows, the city is full of wind and flocculent, the bustling and lively wind city, suddenly quieted down, the city head hangs a plain white cloth, is blown by the cold wind and is shaky, and is stained with snow, after melting, the cloth is wet, making a rustling sound, like a wild goose screaming in the wind, the lonely shadow shines on itself, and loses its direction.

The funeral of Lixue is very grand, so grand that people who don't know why they think it is a happy event for the country, the participants lined up, and drove to the imperial tomb dozens of miles away, and the people who walked in front have already arrived at the imperial tomb, and the people behind have not yet set off.

Oh, what an irony!

"I want to go out for a walk alone, don't come along!"

Walking in the empty and lonely imperial garden, the wind unconsciously walked under the thick peach tree, lying on the fat branches of the peach tree as a child, but there was no longer the leisurely mood at that time.

I opened my eyes and looked at the blue sky through the bare branches, and I was so sad that I didn't know what to do.

was plotted against when she was pregnant, she was also born prematurely, how difficult and painful should it be for her mother to be in the delivery room at that time? But they had never told her about these things, and the wind could not stop her tears now just by imagining her mother when she gave birth to Lixue.

Fortunately, my father loved my mother very much, and I didn't let my mother suffer the pain of childbirth alone, and Lixue was not so lucky, this evil feudal society!!

The more you think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes, so she jumps off the peach tree and practices the Phantom Wind Sword Technique in the Imperial Garden.

The flying sword intent, fierce with killing intent, the demonic energy penetrated through the horizon, pierced the sky, and staggered in mid-air, just like her state of mind at the moment, undulating and extremely uncomfortable.

The Flowing Frost Sword devoured the Fire Flow, from the previous fear of the demonic energy on the body of the Demonic Wind to the current enjoyment of the demonic energy, the power has naturally increased several times, but the Demonic Wind's spiritual cultivation is only in its infancy, and the realm of the Demon Path of Demon Cultivation is very different, not only the Flowing Frost Sword, but even the Demonic Wind itself can't balance this huge gap.

Therefore, after this sword practice, the entire Imperial Garden is about to become a bare-pole commander.

The palace attendants were so frightened that they couldn't possess their bodies, and they shouted that the devil had appeared.

"Are you really her?" When he went back, Youfeng was blocked in the middle of the path by the young emperor, and when he heard this question, Yufeng frowned, ignored him, bypassed him, and disappeared on the path with a flickering figure......