"Dragon City, what's wrong with you? You get up first. ”

Su Mingyu wanted to pull him up, but he grabbed her wrist and dragged her hard, making her feel a little painful.

"Save him, save him, only you can save him." That's all he'll say.

Shu Mingyu looked at his somewhat frantic eyes, and his heart stopped beating in vain for a moment.

"Long Cheng, you mean the prince, is it him?" The only person who can make Dragon City panic is Xiling Yue.

"Save him, save him, please, save him, save him—" Long Cheng muttered.

"Dragon City, wake up, Dragon City-"

Shu Mingyu shook his body, but found that he was as stiff as a cold corpse, motionless.

Smack- Slap-

The loud slap echoed in the Mingyue Xuan.

A hot pain touched his cheek.

Long Cheng suddenly woke up, and the traces of madness in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Shu Mingyu stared at Long Cheng extremely seriously.

"Dragon City, where is the prince now, take me over immediately."

"Subordinates obey." With lightning speed, Long Cheng exerted light skills and leaped away in the direction of Hefeng Xuan with Su Mingyu.

In the Hefeng Xuan, on the mahogany yew gossip bed, there was a beautiful young man lying quietly.

The corners of his mouth floated with a refreshing smile as faint as a pear blossom, and his eyebrows were soft, as comfortable as relief, and he fell asleep peacefully.

Every time Shu Mingyu took a step closer, her heart tightened a little.

Is this not the sixteenth birthday?

Did he, really, really just like that, go so peacefully?

Her face turned blue and pale, and her fingers trembled as she reached his snort.

Cold—

When she raised her eyes, she didn't know if it was her hallucination, but she saw two figures, one black and one white, floating beside Xiling Yue. One of them was talking.

"Xilingyue, it's time to hit the road."

Then, on the cold body, a transparent shadow sat up, opened his eyes, ice purple, with a comfortable smile.

"Stop!" In fear, Su Mingyu couldn't help but pounce and pressed the shadow back into his body.

Long Cheng looked at Su Mingyu strangely, because he couldn't see black and white impermanence at all.

And the black and white impermanence didn't know that anyone would see them, for a while, they looked at Shu Mingyu in shock, and wanted to forcibly go over and hook Xi Lingyue's soul again, but they were all blocked back by Shu Mingyu's body.

"With me, even if it's the impermanence of the underworld, don't want to rob me of people!"

Su Mingyu hugged Xiling Yue, her eyes were sharp and cold.

"Demon Star!" The two of them were horrified.

When the Demon Star was born, Yama was afraid of three points, let alone the two of them who hooked the soul.

So if you want to hook the soul of Xiling Yue today, it is an impossible task.

Knock - Knock - Knock -

It's dry, watch out for candles!

The loud voice of the street watch came, and it was past the third watch.

Black and white impermanence glared at Su Mingyu fiercely, the hour had passed, and he couldn't hook his soul anymore.

The two of them had to go home empty-handed. A flash of light flashed, and the black-and-white impermanence figure disappeared into the Hefeng Xuan.

Su Mingyu's back broke out in cold sweat, and she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Looking back at the sleeping Xiling Yue, she suddenly had a bold guess.

Since black and white impermanence can't take him away, then he can definitely save him.

Touching his pulse with his hand, Su Mingyu's eyes suddenly startled.

In Long Cheng's stunned look, she ripped off Xiling Yue's shirt, revealing his chest.

Leaning against the heart, a curved red thread is slowly blooming.

Looking at his arm again, the red lines were connected and went straight to the heart.

Who is it? Who was so ruthless that he would do this to a baby who was still a baby!

Su Mingyu's eyes were red, and the anger in her heart was churning like a surging river.

She quickly pulled a moon-white pill from the pouch around her waist.

This is the name of the Haoxue Condensing Divine Pill that can restrain any poison in the world, and as long as there is still one breath, it can be postponed for seven days.

Originally, this pill was reserved for her own use, because she didn't feel any security in this place.

So during this time, she spent seven hundred and forty-nine days refining in the pharmacy, and barely managed to refine three of them.

is so rare, Su Mingyu is reluctant to give it to others.

But now, seeing Xi Lingyue like this, inexplicably, distressed.

Therefore, this rare pill is willing to give it.

"Dragon City! Bring me a bowl of hot tea. ”

Long Cheng's pupils shot out a brilliant light like glass, and he trembled and poured a bowl of hot tea to Shu Mingyu.

Su Mingyu soaked the Hao Blood Condensation Pill in hot water, gritted his teeth and took a sip, aiming at Xiling Yue's slightly purple lips and pouring it down.

The medicinal juice was stirred by the tip of her dexterous tongue, and it was all sent into Xi Lingyue's lips, helping him swallow it into his abdomen.

Once the potion melted in his blood, the red threads on his body slowly faded until they disappeared.

"Princess, princess, he-" A flash of excitement flashed in Long Cheng's eyes.

"He's waking up now, and he only has seven days to live. If you want to get rid of the red in his body, he must prepare the antidote within seven days, otherwise, he still can't break through the ghost gate. So, Dragon City, you have to hurry up and contact the Three Sages King, understand? ”

Although she was powerful, if she didn't have medicinal herbs, she couldn't save him either.

"Dragon City understands!"

The black shadow quickly melted into the night.

Su Mingyu waited by Xiling Yue's bed, and soon her eyelids began to fight, and slowly, she fell asleep on Xi Lingyue's body.

When the sky was slightly bright, a torrential rain suddenly rose and hit the banana leaves under the eastern suburbs garden, causing the sleeping people to wrinkle their faint eyebrows involuntarily.

The beautiful boy on the bed, in the clear raindrops, his long and thick eyelashes trembled.

Then the eyes and face were raised, revealing a pair of cold and translucent ice-purple pupils.

The swaying glazed luster in the purple pupils, like the nectar on the lotus leaf after the rain, rolled under the deep eyes, shining and shining.

When he first opened his eyes, Xi Lingyue was a little dazed, and suddenly he rubbed his faintly painful forehead and stood up, and sat up. As he moved, he felt a force being pulled on his shirt.

Slightly stunned, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and his gaze swept to the edge of the bed.

That pure and innocent face, with a shallow pear smile on the corner of his mouth, like a moving picture frozen in the movie, was imprinted in his pupils and into his heart without warning.

At this moment, she seemed to be wandering in a fairy tale world, her delicate lips like rose petals, curved downward, and the smile naturally flowed out from the corners of her lips.

It seems, so comfortable, so calm, so worry-free-

Mingyu, do you have me in your dreams?

Unconsciously, Xi Lingyue's hand stroked Shu Mingyu's smooth and soft hair.

The cotton softness that probed the flying wool in the clouds was passed in the palm of his hand, making his heart move.

This touch made him reluctant to let go anymore, allowing his inexplicable emotions to stir up, his fingers opened, and he gently combed her green silk.

In the daze, the tickling sensation touched her soft cheeks.

It felt like a nap under a big tree, and the naughty teenager was holding the dog's tail grass, constantly tickling her face.

Subconsciously, the corners of her mouth muttered slightly in her sleep, and Su Mingyu's hand grabbed the big hand that disturbed her sleep dissatisfiedly. "Don't make any noise! Let me sleep a little longer. ”

Unstoppable tiredness and sleepiness, Su Mingyu's eyes were still closed.

Like a cat, she pressed Xi Lingyue's hand under her cheek and rubbed it a few times, and then continued her sweet dream.

Get away!

Who is he?

Even in her dreams, she remembered him, so this person must be very important in her heart.

The icy purple pupils sank suddenly, for no reason, like a wayward child, dissatisfied with the mood that others could sleep peacefully, Xi Lingyue's hand was withdrawn from under her cheek in vain.

Bang –

The vacant position made Su Mingyu's head hit the cold and hard bed board.

Rubbing his aching forehead, Su Mingyu licked the corners of his dry mouth, and finally slowly opened his eyes.

In the hazy apricot eyes, she saw Xiling Yue sitting coldly on the bed, staring at her gloomily.

No, this kid has a stinky face early in the morning, could it be that he has the gas to get up?

After thinking about it, he shook his head with a smile.

couldn't help it, Shu Mingyu stood up, yawned indecently, and twisted his somewhat sour body.

Looking back, I smiled faintly.

"Yue, you're awake, good morning."

How could she, how could she laugh like she didn't have anything to do.

How could it, how could it be so natural to greet him?

"You-" Xiling Yue wanted to ask her, who was that Xiaoyao? But in the end, he was defeated in her pure eyes, and he turned his face away angrily, no longer paying attention to Su Mingyu.

Shame! I didn't expect this guy to get up so badly, and he hasn't recovered yet.

Shu Mingyu glanced at Xiling Yue with a headache.

Fortunately, at this moment, a figure flashed in from outside the door, breaking the strange atmosphere in the room.

"Princess, the emperor is here!" Xiaozhu looked flustered.

Without waiting for Mingyu to be surprised, a corner of a bright yellow robe fell in her afterglow.

Hurriedly lowered his head and knelt on the ground to salute.

"Daughter-in-law see father, long live, long live, long live!"

"Get up." A low, solemn voice, floating in the humid air.

"Thank you, Father." Shu Mingyu got up naturally, and she moved a light rattan chair and placed it on the front of the Eight Immortals Table.

The bright yellow dragon robe moved, slowly settling down on the rattan chair.

Looking up, Su Mingyu got a glimpse of Long Yan.

The handsome and elegant demeanor, the cold and hard lines carved by the blade, and the black bright pupils like ink, all show that the years have not left many traces on the middle-aged man in front of him.

He is still outstanding and masculine.

Of course, such a wise and cunning figure, the pride of looking up to the world, is innate and emanating from his eyes, which makes people intimidated.

Rao was accustomed to seeing the emperor's dream of Mingyu in her, and in front of the emperor in front of her, without exception, there was a faint sense of awe in her heart.

"The son visits his father."

I can't hear the emotional ups and downs of the intonation.