Besides, only when you become strong can you help more people, right?

Su Meier's heart was dripping blood, and the lotus feet stepped on the snow step by step, stepping into deep holes, and at the same time breaking her heart......

The snow was falling heavily, and there was no momentum of the upcoming end at all, but it was getting heavier and heavier. Large snowflakes covered the messy snow that had been trampled by the soldiers, and also covered Nighthawk's black hair and robes.

Gradually, the nightjar was buried by the snow. His limbs were stiff, even his blood seemed to freeze, and he saw no signs of life.

However, a burst of fire that came from nowhere, gradually stirred in his body, first a star, and then gradually burned, burning his mouth dry and his eyes red.

As his consciousness gradually awakened, his fingers trembled slightly, and then he let out a muffled snort, instinctively propping up his tall body with great perseverance, and looked around blankly. In my eyes, in addition to snow, it is still snow, and the white land is so clean!

It's so clean! People walk so cleanly, too!

His heart was beating suddenly, Su Meier's words jumped back into his memory one by one, one sentence was a thorn, and every time he jumped back, it stabbed him. He hugged his head in pain.

This damn woman! This damn little fox! You're leaving, you're good to go! One day, this prince will make you regret it, you have no eyes today!

Nighthawk breathed a breath in his chest that supported him as he struggled to move his frozen legs and stood up from the snow. But when he stood up, the fire in his heart burned, and suddenly it hit his head again, and he slammed the ground, fell back into the snow, and could not get up again.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and beside him, a small porcelain vase appeared, and the bottle was covered with snow. Perhaps when he was unconscious, this small porcelain vase was also buried by snowflakes, and now he fluttered and showed traces from the snow.

He unconsciously picked it up and looked at it, and there were five words written on the bottle: Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill.

Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill?

The name? This thing? He sneered, needless to say, it must have been deliberately left by that fox! Since you are going to dump him and don't want him, why are you afraid of him dying? Why bother to come to the cat crying mouse fake mercy again?

Who wants her stuff? Nighthawk casually threw the bottle out, lifted his little pointed chin proudly, and sat up as hard as he could. Fang Cai was still unable to move, but he was stimulated by this almsgiving-like elixir, as if he was penetrated with infinite energy, and suddenly sat up straight.

The nighthawk meditates and heals himself. But this purple flame aura is so strange, so violent, the more lucky, the more blazing the flame, his body is on the verge of exploding.

"Poof......" He couldn't help but squirt out another mouthful of hot blood.

Even Nighthawk himself didn't expect that luck healing would be counterproductive.

He collapsed into the snow in a daze, his handsome face now pressed against the snow, reflecting the snow, paler than the snow, and his face was slightly blue from the exhaustion of too much vitality.

Nighthawk closed his eagle eyes, and when he opened them again, his cold eyes narrowed, and the coldness of reason came back to his body, and he decided to abandon his dignity and get back the bottle of Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill.

If you want to earn this breath back, you have to save your life to have a chance to earn it back, right?

His great cause is still waiting for him, his brothers in the Nighthawk Village are still waiting for him, his mother's revenge is still waiting for him to be avenged, and his throne has not yet been regained......