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Summer goes to autumn, and in the blink of an eye, March time flies by in a flash. Xihuang Mountain, where autumn is getting stronger, is still a bleak place.

Lu Yifan, who had just recovered from a serious injury, snuggled up to Han Linger's bedside day and night, as he had done in the past few months, and always took good care of Han Linger personally no matter what his injuries were. Even though his eyes were red and his body was thin round and round, Lu Yifan refused to leave half a step. Since the battle between the top of Jinling and Su Xie, Lu Yifan has become extremely disliking to talk, and even the expression on his face has become very rare. None of the people around him could persuade him, and no one dared to persuade him, after all, his beloved wife's life had been hanging by a thread in the past few months.

In recent days, Han Ling'er has gradually woken up from a coma, but every time she wakes up, it doesn't take a long time for her to fall asleep again, and it has been the same for seven or eight days, but Yulou said that it is a good thing to wake up from a coma, at least Han Linger's life is now saved.

As Han Ling'er woke up more and more times, her spirit gradually returned to normal from the trance chaos. At noon, there was silence in the room, Lu Yifan sat on the edge of the bed with dull eyes, and gently held Han Ling'er's jade hand, which was still a little cold, with warm hands, not knowing what he was thinking. Half a bowl of decoction that had lost its temperature was quietly placed next to the bed, this was the half bowl of medicinal soup that Han Ling'er had barely drunk when she woke up in the morning, and there was still more than half of it left at this moment.

The afternoon sun pours in through the paper windows, outlining several beautiful silhouettes of window flowers on the black jade floor.

"Ahem......" Accompanied by two slight coughs, Han Linger's closed eyes trembled slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes. However, Lu Yifan didn't seem to notice Han Ling'er's awakening, and still stared at the pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on the futon with a dull gaze.

"Yifan ......" Today's Han Ling'er is slightly pale, her fair forehead is covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat, a wisp of green silk is soaked in sweat and gently sticks to her cheeks, her eyes are blank, her lips are white, and the slightest movement will make her uncomfortable eyebrows tuft slightly, and her delicate appearance is as soft as boneless, which looks like a sense of pity. Han Ling'er called softly, and at the same time twitched a few times the jade hand that was held in the palm of Lu Yifan's palm, "Yifan ......"

Finally, Lu Yifan was disturbed by Han Ling'er's voice, and suddenly woke up from his contemplation, he first looked left and right, and subconsciously thought that someone was calling him behind him, and when he saw that the doors and windows were quiet and still closed, he slowly turned his head, his thin and yellow face looked extremely tired, but he still forced a gentle smile towards Han Ling'er, and said softly: "Ling'er, are you awake?" Do you want to drink some water?" Saying that, Lu Yifan was about to get up and go to serve water for Han Ling'er, but his arm that had just been removed was suddenly grabbed by Han Linger, Han Ling'er closed his eyes slightly as if to breathe his mind, and then reopened his eyes and shook his head weakly towards Lu Yifan, and said softly: "I just want you to stay with me here, don't go anywhere......"

"Good!"

Once Han Linger said the same thing in a coma, it was because of this sentence that Lu Yifan had not left half a step for more than three months, and even Yulou had done everything to treat the wounds on his body by Han Linger's bedside. Lu Yifan agreed softly, then turned around and sat back on the edge of the bed, reached out and gently stroked Han Ling'er's forehead, wiping the sweat from her face for her. Although Lu Yifan sat beside him and took good care of himself, Han Ling'er, who gradually recovered her spirits, could still clearly feel that Lu Yifan always looked absent-minded, as if he had lost his soul because of something.

"Yifan, has something happened?" Han Ling'er asked weakly, and as she spoke, she stretched out her weak hand and gently pressed it on Lu Yifan's emaciated cheek, and asked softly, "Did I worry you these months?"

Looking at Han Ling'er who was full of worry, Lu Yifan's eyes instantly turned red, he silently lowered his head as if he was crying silently, he buried his head in Han Ling'er's arm, but he never spoke.

"A Fan ......"

"Ling'er. Without waiting for Han Ling'er to ask, Lu Yifan took the first step to speak, "Ling'er, there is something I have to tell you." ”

"What's the matter?" Han Ling'er couldn't move because her body was too weak, so she could only lie on the bed with her head sideways and look at Lu Yifan worriedly, "I just remember that we were both in Jinling City that day, and you and Su Xie fought to the death...... Later, it seems that the patriarch of the Protoss came, and what happened after that? What happened to you and Su Xie in the end? Are you all right?"

"None of that matters. Lu Yifan shook his head and sobbed, when he raised his head again to look at Han Ling'er, his eyes were already full of tears, but Lu Yifan's expression was still so calm, calm and a little not like a person immersed in sadness, calm and a little scary, "Ling'er, our child ......" Lu Yifan's expression finally fluctuated when he said this, he bit his lower lip as if he was trying his best to control his emotions, and said in a trembling tone as calm as possible, "No...... No ......."

"Boom!"

Lu Yifan's words hit Han Ling'er's heart like a slap in the face, her slightly tired eyes instantly widened, and a trace of tears instantly covered her eyes that were still a little confused. Han Ling'er didn't answer, but quickly broke free of Lu Yifan's hands, and then touched her lower abdomen with both hands, when her hands touched the lower abdomen that should have been bulging, but it was flat, Han Ling'er couldn't help but tremble and cry.

"Ling'er, I'm ......"

"This is impossible!" Without waiting for Lu Yifan to speak, Han Ling'er shook his head in disbelief and said, "This is impossible...... I could still feel him gently kicking me in the abdomen while I was unconscious, it was he who woke me up, it was our child who woke me up. He was in my stomach and he kicked me just when I was sleeping...... If you don't believe it, you touch it yourself...... He was obviously kicking me just now......" Han Ling'er's hands groped back and forth on her lower abdomen as if there was nowhere to put them, as if she wanted to feel the slight movements of the fetus in the house with her hands as before, but at this moment, no matter how carefully she tried it, there was still silence in her flat lower abdomen, and there was no reaction at all, "Impossible...... Impossible...... Our children...... Our children ......"

Although Han Ling'er has not really met her child, when she was in prison for the past eight months, the only thing that could really accompany her was the growing child in her womb. When she was most desperate, when she was most lonely, when she missed Lu Yifan, when she was at a loss, when she was afraid of helplessness...... It was the little guy in the belly who was gently comforting his mother in his own way, so that Han Linger's soul had a real sustenance, so that Han Ling'er would no longer feel scared because he was in the hands of Su Evil.

Countless times! Countless times, Han Ling'er was imprisoned alone in the room, gently stroking her belly with both hands and talking to the fetus inside. Countless times when Han Linger was sad and desperate, the little guy in her stomach would gently kick her and "talk" with Han Linger in her own way. Countless times Han Linger has been "hugging and sleeping" with the little guy in her belly during sleepless nights. That kind of down-to-earth, intimate warmth and nostalgia no longer exists, and all that remains is empty and silent.

Han Linger loves her and Lu Yifan's hard-won child deeply, she has prepared countless plans and arrangements for the child's life after birth, she wants to teach the child to read and write, and also wants Lu Yifan to teach the child to practice martial arts and strengthen the body, the happiness of the husband and the child is still in the depths of her mind until Han Linger is in a coma. But now all of this has come to naught because of Lu Yifan's words.

Han Ling'er sobbed silently, a pair of tear-filled eyes stared at the roof quietly, her hands gently pressed against her lower abdomen, and her heart recalled over and over again the feeling of the child "playing and playing" with her in the womb.

"Ling'er, when I was going to kill Su Xie that day, the black robe went against the sky, exerted his divine power, and briefly condensed time and space at a very fast speed, he wanted to save Su Xie from my hands and kill me. Although Han Linger didn't ask, Lu Yifan knew that Han Linger must be full of doubts about the child's death, so he slowly opened his mouth to explain, "It was our child who saved my life at the last moment...... Our child inherited the bloodline of the Immortal Divine Clan, so he used his divine power to block a killing move from the black robe for me...... Later, the black robe was struck into the broken void by the heavenly thunder because it touched the heavenly punishment, and he could never turn over, and our children ...... Our children also died under the hands of the black robes......"

Listening to Lu Yifan's explanation, two lines of tears dripped down the corners of Han Ling'er's eyes again. Han Ling'er choked up and said, "You said that our child died under the hands of the black robe, but if our child did not die under the hands of the black robe, then can he continue to live?

Lu Yifan looked at Han Ling'er with tears in his eyes, and nodded silently: "Anyone who is exerting his divine power in the Five Domains...... They can't escape the punishment of ......."

"What about you?" Han Ling'er suddenly turned his head and looked at Lu Yifan's eyes full of doubts, questions, reproaches and a hint of indifference, this kind of gaze made Lu Yifan's heart cold, because this was something he had never seen in Han Ling'er's body, in other words, Han Ling'er had never looked at him with such a strange and indifferent gaze, "What were you doing at that time?"

"I ......" Lu Yifan bit his lower lip tightly, and said in a trembling voice, "I haven't been able to comprehend how to use divine power...... So I was in a momentary stagnation like everyone else......"

"That's not what I want to ask you. Han Ling'er looked at Lu Yifan with teary eyes, shook her head and said, "I want to ask why you insisted on killing Su Xie at that time? Didn't the patriarch of that God Clan already promise to let you go? You know that Su Xie is very important to them...... You know that they may do whatever it takes to save Su Xie, so why do you insist on killing Su Xie? You want to take revenge, but you end up killing our children...... He hasn't been born yet, and he's going to have to pay for his little life because of your hatred for others before he was born...... You are a father, he is a son, you have never done anything for him, but he has used his life as the price of your revenge......"

In fact, Han Ling'er didn't say these words, Lu Yifan also reprimanded himself countless times in his heart, he hated himself for why he was so obsessed at that time, why he hated himself for killing Su Xie at that time, and even more hated why he was saved by his own child. If he had known that this would be the case, then Lu Yifan would rather die tragically in the hands of the black robe than sacrifice his child.

"Your brother is dead...... The disciple of the Soul Sect died...... You will avenge them...... You want to seek justice for them...... Han Ling'er was sad and hateful, and she cried again as she spoke, "What about my child? What is my child's sin? Who will give justice to my child? He has not yet been born...... He's not born yet......"

Looking at the heartbroken Han Ling'er, Lu Yifan only felt that it was painful for ten thousand arrows to pass through his heart, he blamed himself, felt guilty, and hated himself, but now even if he split his five horses, what could he do? He and Han Ling'er's child was still dead, whether he killed Su Xie, killed the black robe, killed himself, died after all, and it was impossible to resurrect again.

There is never a regret medicine in the world, but there are always people who have repented of their intestines rushing up one after another to send themselves to death.

Lu Yifan leaned over and wanted to hug Han Ling'er, who was crying incessantly, into his arms to comfort him, but before his hands could touch Han Linger's body, Han Ling'er suddenly hit Lu Yifan's face fiercely, accompanied by a crisp sound of "pop", and a loud slap left five light red fingerprints on Lu Yifan's cheeks. Han Linger's slap directly shattered Lu Yifan's heart, and his indifferent and ruthless face finally couldn't suppress the resentment in his heart, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"You go!" Han Ling'er pointed at Lu Yifan angrily, and the pear blossom shouted with rain, "Lu Yifan, Lu Yifan, why are you always so selfish? Why do you always wait until something happens to regret it? Why can't you take good care of your own temperament? How did your father-in-law and mother-in-law die? How did the people of the Lu family die? How did Lu Jun die? How did Luo Xiu and them die? They all died because of you, and they all died because of your single-mindedness and self-righteousness...... Now it's finally our children's turn, and our unborn children have died because of your arbitrariness......"

Han Ling'er scolded the dog's blood spray, Lu Yifan cried so much that his liver and intestines were broken, and the feelings that he had suppressed in the past three months suddenly exploded.

"Lu Yifan, why do you always have to bear the responsibility of others for you...... Why does your hatred always have to be repaid on the kindest people around you......" Han Ling'er almost fainted from crying, panting for scolding.

Seeing Lu Yifan kneeling on the ground with a "poof" at this moment, he raised his hands and slapped his face fiercely, once, twice, three times...... 10, 20, 30...... Lu Yifan whipped his cheeks so swollen that the blood flowed, but the strength in his hands was still not merciful, and in the end, he beat his palms to the flesh and flesh, oozing blood.

"Ling'er, it's my fault...... It's all my fault...... I am the one who killed our children...... You ......"

"You go out!" Han Ling'er cried so much that she had lost the strength of her whole body, she leaned weakly on the side of the bed, her tearful eyes were full of resentment and sadness, although she couldn't bear to see Lu Yifan do this, but she still couldn't forgive Lu Yifan for the harm she caused, every time she looked at Lu Yifan, she would think of her child who died tragically, and her heart was even more resentful of him, Han Ling'er weakly pointed to the door, and urged softly, "You go out, I, Han Ling'er, don't want to see you again in my life......"

"Ling'er ......"

"Get out, get out, get out!" Han Ling'er used almost all her strength, and four coquettish shouts in a row directly squeezed her strength out, and she fainted again in extreme sadness as soon as her eyes went dark.

Lu Yifan quietly looked at Han Ling'er, who was lying on the bed and fell into a coma again, completely ignoring his trembling hands and dripping blood downward, staring at Han Ling'er who was still sad in his dreams, and only after a long time did he silently turn around, and after leaving a sentence of "take good care of her for me" to Ah Chang, Xiaodie and other women waiting outside the door, he walked away without looking back.

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