Qingyue's life hung by a thread, and Lang Zhong hurriedly arrived to quickly stop the bleeding for her. But the top priority is that the child is full-term and the birth is imminent.

Maternal blood loss is excessive, and her life may be in danger at any time. Maternal childbirth requires the whole body to exert great energy, Qingyue's chest cavity is injured and can not be forced, if the force is too much to stop the bleeding, then there will be no surgery.

The fetus cannot stay in the womb for a long time and is easily suffocated to death. At this moment, Lang Zhong is in a dilemma, and there are risks in keeping the big or the small.

After the silver needle entered the acupoint, Qingyue woke up slightly. When she learned that the child was about to be born, she held Lang Zhong's hand with all her strength and asked him to keep the child safe.

She fainted with a pale face, and Liu Mianxi didn't care about the taboo of the delivery room, and stayed in front of the bed and held her hand tightly.

If he is asked to let go of everything at this moment, he is willing. But God is so cruel, there is no chance of regret.

Qin Shaohai put the treasured life-sustaining elixir into her mouth, and after less than half a cup of tea, Qingyue woke up, Lang Zhong shook his head and Qin Shaohai withdrew from the door.

This time her face was slightly red, she looked at Liu Mianxi with a radiant look, her head rested in the crook of his arm, and said with a smile:

"From now on, we will be a family of three, have you figured out what to name your child?" Liu Mianxi held back the pain, wiped the blood on her hands, stroked her face and said:

"If it's a girl, it's called Liu Xiyue, she must be as good-looking as you." He pressed his face tightly against hers, holding back the swirling tears, burying his face in her neck and sobbing silently.

Qing Yue stroked his hair with her hand, gently soothed, and continued in a gentle tone:

"I hope it's a boy, more like you, and you won't be alone......" she said, her tone getting weaker and weaker, until her hand hung limply.

Liu Mianxi held her hand and called out her name. When Qin Shaohai heard Liu Mianxi's mournful cry, he sat down in front of the porch, not daring to look inside.

When Lang Zhong went to the bed, he saw that the child was already suffocated in his stomach and was powerless to return to the sky. The entire Fengyang Sect seemed to have turned pale overnight, and it was a snowy day like this, and the girl who had been confused in the snow disappeared like this.

Liu Mianxi stood under the plum blossom tree, his body was covered with snow and plum blossom petals, his body was no longer sad and joyful, but his heart was already rotten.

On the day when the news of Qingyue's death spread, Liu Mianxi locked herself in her room and hugged her and refused to leave.

It was useless for anyone to persuade me, I staggered forward, knocked anxiously on the door, and shouted hoarsely with a crying voice:

"You'll let me go in and have a look, just a look, okay?" Liu Mianxi ignored it, and now no one or anything could provoke his reaction anymore.

I begged bitterly and waited outside the door all night, but Liu Mianxi couldn't bear it, so he let me in. As soon as I saw Qingyue's pale face as white as snow, I couldn't stop my tears, and seeing each other for a long time was actually a farewell to death.

Without saying a word, he picked up a knife and cut his wrist, wanting to drip blood in Qing Yue's mouth, but was stopped by Liu Mianxi.

I was very anxious, and my eyes were sad:

"When I was injured when I was a child, I found that the blood between my wrists had a self-healing effect, but now there is no other way but to try my best." Liu Mianxi watched quietly, the blood had entered but there was no reaction, I went from anticipation to loss, and finally collapsed on the ground in despair.