Chapter 72: Miserable Lost 10

Wu Xian strode over, only to see that Xia Ji was still sleeping deeply, and the shout just now really didn't know if it was her dream words or his delusion.

He smiled bitterly, he was not so easy to be soft-hearted in the past, but now he has repeatedly broken his vows, I really don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing......

However, he couldn't care about it, because after the last blow, he saw that his palm had begun to fade, and his body was slowly becoming transparent, which was the beginning of the decomposition of death, and if he didn't inject magic again, when Xia Ji opened his eyes, he would disappear.

God knows, how much he longed, today she opened her eyes, in the morning full of dewdrops, in the fragrance of flowers and trees, at first sight, she must see herself first......

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately took out the red night pearl and began to heal.

However, it was a very long process, because there was only this one left for him, and all the magic in his body had evaporated...... At this time, although he had the Night Pearl in his hand, he couldn't condense the remnants in his body for a while.

Not only that, as soon as the magic power was gone, it collided with the scorching sun and heavenly fire in his body, but he felt that the two huge forces pulled each other, but they were not in the same direction, but in opposite directions, one left and one right, as if they were going to pull him in half.

He used all his strength to control this kind of strength, but where can he finish it in a moment or three?

The most terrifying thing is that at this time, the sky is already bright, the barrier above the head has completely dispersed, and after a while, all the guards outside the door will wake up. And the Dark Lord is completely powerless at the moment of healing, and they only need to raise their hands to take his life immediately.

He was preoccupied, trying to get the last chance of it. As long as he dragged on for a while, as long as he regained even one ten-thousandth of his magic power, he would safely walk out of the deer park and take Xia Ji away......

At that time, Natsuhime had just opened her eyes.

It's like having a bizarre dream, in which I experienced the sweetest wedding...... So much so that when she woke up, she still had a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. The hand stretched out and instinctively called him: "Zi Ling...... Zi Ling ......"

Her gentle call paused, and her surroundings were empty, and she was alone, only the black cloak covering her body fell to the ground in response.

She jumped up, her voice slightly panicked: "Zi Ling...... Zi Ling...... Where are you?"

Her gaze fell on the man under the ancient peach tree: his eyes were closed, his face was almost transparent, just like the legendary people who were slowly about to feather and ascend to the immortals, and she could even see his limbs, bones, slowly, slowly becoming transparent......

It was an extremely terrifying scene, but she couldn't take her eyes off the red night pearl in his palm......

At this time, her palm was burning, and she lowered her head and saw the faint traces of peach blossoms on it, like a flower suddenly blooming in her palm.

There is a heavenly eye that has been sleeping for ten thousand years has been opened.

She was shocked in a state of utter confusion - not Zi Ling! This man was not Zi Ling. It's not him now, it's not last night, it's not him.

It was a nightmare even more terrible than meeting Ziman—she was trembling and almost fainting. However, she stood up straight, with a pale face, and walked steadily towards him.

At his feet, there was a knife that had fallen from the hand of the guard, who had been unconscious last night. She subconsciously picked it up, and it was the first time in her life that she held a knife.

As she approached step by step, Wu Xian suddenly opened her eyes, revealing an incredible look of horror.