The autumn rain came slowly with the autumn wind, and the cold and lonely autumn rain gradually turned the whole world cold. Yang Qian lay weakly on the white hospital bed, staring out the window, wanting to look at the green leaves that had warmed him many times again, but his body became colder and colder.

Yang Qian was very unwilling, so he didn't close his eyes until he died. He's only twenty years old! It's the season of flowers! But the damned cancer cells have ruthlessly robbed him of his vitality.

Yang Qian couldn't see his father's tears or his sister's tears. But at the moment of his death, he prayed to heaven. If God gives him another chance, he will definitely cherish it and will never give up any chance to live.

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Zhurong City, Yunzhou, was in chaos, and cries and screams filled it. The whole city has been put on a red alert, and no entry or exit is allowed. Zhurong City is the capital of the Dayan Dynasty, one of the seven dynasties of Yunzhou, and is a majestic city with a population of one million, standing like a giant dragon in the southernmost part of Yunzhou.

Zhurong City is divided into four levels, blue, yellow, orange, and red. Normally, the blue alert is used, and the red alert is only activated in wartime. It is said that there is a "blood demon" in the city, biting people like mad dogs. Bloodseekers are cruel and suck the blood of people they encounter.

Hundreds of people had already fallen in the city, and after the blood demon sucked the human blood, he became stronger and stronger, from a thin seven feet tall to nine feet tall, like a giant, and everywhere he passed, there was chaos.

How many years has it been since Zhurong City encountered such chaos? Since the signing of a truce agreement with the Daning Dynasty, a powerful country in the west, ten years ago, the Great Yan Dynasty has entered a period of peace. Without the harassment of war, I wish the people of Rongcheng a comfortable and happy life, and of course forget the smell of blood.

There is a very wide manor in the east of Zhurong City, near the Yanlong Mountain Range, which is the mansion of Yang Lie, one of the eight princes of the Great Yan Dynasty, but now it is a mourning. When their son heard that there was a blood demon in Zhurong City, he brought a team of guards to arrest him, and met the blood demon on Shuijing Street. The prince inherited his father Yang Lie's excellent talent for martial arts, he was only sixteen years old, and he had already cultivated to the fourth level of the day after tomorrow, but he was not the enemy of the blood demon.

Yunzhou is the world of martial artists, and basically everyone knows martial arts. The acquired stage is divided into nine folds. I heard that there is an unknowable stage above the ninefold, but it is unknown to ordinary people, it is the world of immortals.

It is indeed surprising that Shizi has reached the quadruple of the day after tomorrow at such a young age, and he is called a genius by the world. Because not everyone can cultivate to the ninth level of the day after tomorrow, the third level of the day after tomorrow is a heavenly moat, and ordinary people can't cross it in a lifetime.

However, the genius was nothing in front of the Blood Demon, and the Prince and a dozen guards fell in an instant, and the Prince of the World bore the brunt of it, and was instantly sucked dry of blood by the Blood Demon and thrown to the ground like garbage. The surviving guards picked up the body of the prince in a panic and fled back to the prince's palace in disarray.

Prince Cheng Li Lie was furious, and while asking people to ask the best imperial doctor to save his son, he asked the emperor for an order to use the divine bow and crossbow. Without any doubt, the Bloodfiend was shot into a hedgehog by countless divine bows and crossbows, and then burned to ashes.

The Divine Bow and Crossbow is the most powerful weapon in the human world, and even immortals can shoot it, a blood demon who is not a climate, of course, is not an opponent. Prince Cheng's anger has not subsided, and his only son is about to die. In a fit of rage, he slaughtered all the nine blood demon clans. Zhu Rongcheng was collectively silent, and understood that Prince Cheng, who fought in the bloody world, had not lost his bloody nature, and he should not be provoked.

The prince was treated by the imperial doctors and temporarily saved his life. But with a lot of blood loss, if you don't get it replenished, you may die. The imperial doctors couldn't find any good way to replenish the blood and drink it like a blood demon, unless the son of the world was also a blood demon.

If it was a blood demon, the prince would not need to be saved, and sooner or later he would be shot to death by the divine bow and crossbow. If he wasn't a Blood Fiend, of course he wouldn't be able to absorb blood. The imperial doctors were helpless, even if Prince Cheng said that the cure could not be done, they would have to cut off their heads.

"Rice buckets, rice buckets, a bunch of rice buckets. No one dared to reply, and let Prince Cheng scold him.

"Get out of here!" the imperial physicians departed as if they had been pardoned. After the imperial doctors left, Prince Cheng walked around the ward with a gloomy face. Princess Cheng, who still had the charm, sat on the edge of the hospital bed, holding the hand of the prince and kept crying.

"I can only go to the palace and ask the imperial brother to exchange all my military exploits for a hundred herb pills. Prince Cheng said to himself, as if he was talking to Princess Cheng. When Princess Cheng heard the Baicao Pill, she immediately raised her head to look at Prince Cheng, and cried with joy: "The Baicao Pill will definitely be able to save Qian'er, but will the Holy Lord agree?"

Prince Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "It must be done, I will get it even if I die." After speaking, he walked out and prepared to enter the palace to face the saint. Princess Cheng stopped talking several times. She knew the importance of the Hundred Herb Pill, which was specially used for the life of the Great Yan Saint.

Yang Meng, the current saint of the Great Yan Dynasty, was mortally injured when he was young, and he was supposed to die, but he had to meet the immortals and give him ten herb pills to survive. Every five years, you need to take a herb pill to continue your life, and if you use one herb pill, you will have one less, so it is more difficult to give a herb pill to the saint than to ascend to the sky.

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Yang Qian felt very weak, thinking to himself that he had arrived in the underworld, the cancer cells were still there, and it was too sad! He slowly opened his eyes, and there was no gloom and dead silence in his eyes, but an ancient breath came to his face. Yang Qian came to his senses, this is definitely not hell, what kind of place is it? He saw a middle-aged lady sitting in front of the bed crying, gentle as jade, very kind, and with a strong maternal atmosphere.

Princess Cheng found that Yang Qian had woken up, and said in surprise: "Qian'er, you are awake." Yang Qian was very puzzled, he didn't know this noble lady, did Qian'er call herself? Then his head was in sharp pain, and countless memory fragments came to him, causing him to roll around on the bed.

"Qian'er, what's wrong with you!Don't scare your mother!" Princess Cheng shouted helplessly while trying to grab Yang Qian's arm. Yang Qian's personal maid Qiushuang shouted at the young master from the outside, and tears were dripping down like rain.

After a while, Yang Qian accepted the memory fragments and knew the cause and effect of the incident. He crossed over, and crossed over to the boy named Yang Qian. This unlucky prince died after being sucked up by the blood demon, and Yang Qian came from the other world and occupied his body.

Yang Qian knew that he was seriously suffering from blood ischemia, his condition was very bad, and he could die at any time, but there was nothing good to do. As soon as Prince Cheng entered the palace, he cried and screamed, with a handful of tears and a handful of snot, knelt in front of his brother and begged him to make decisions for himself.

The current saint of the Great Yan Dynasty does not match his name, not fierce at all, but polite, like a scholar. Yang Meng saw the performance of his eighth brother Yang Lie in his eyes and knew his plans. But his golden mouth is difficult to open, and the herb pill is too precious. gave Yang Lie one today, and tomorrow there will be other brothers who will ask for it.

"Gu already knows about Yang Qian, he is also my nephew, and I want to save him, but the Baicao Pill is too rare, and once the opening is opened, it is difficult to block. Yang Meng stood up and walked in front of Yang Lie, and said naturally.

Yang Lie is not a stupid person, Yang Qian is the most precious thing to himself, but the saint needs to see further. Yang Lie lowered his head and pondered for a while and said, "If the imperial brother gives me a hundred herb pills, I am willing to go to the northern snow field to guard for ten years." ”

Yang Meng smiled happily, patted Yang Lie's shoulder, was very satisfied with this younger brother, and called Fei Shan, the personal eunuch, to bring a hundred herb pills. Prince Cheng put the crystal clear and transparent Baicao Pill into Yang Qian's mouth, and Yang Qian knew that he had to live.

He already owes Prince Cheng a lot. Yang Lie had already told his wife that he had exchanged this herb pill for ten years at the cost of guarding the border. For the sake of his past self, for the unlucky ghost who died, and for the love of the prince, Yang Qian must live worthily.

After taking the Baicao Pill, it melted in his mouth, and a cool breath permeated his body, and Yang Qian felt that his body had regained a trace of strength. Baicao Pill didn't immediately make Yang Qian stand up, but his body was slowly recovering. After Prince Cheng and his wife watched Yang Qian take the Baicao Pill, they quietly waited for the effect, hoping very much that Yang Qian would be able to stand up immediately. After all, Baicao Pill is an immortal medicine.

After a pillar of incense, the two asked in unison, "Qian'er, how is it?" Yang Qian shook his head and said weakly: "Life saved." Princess Cheng cried with joy, hugged Yang Qian and cried and laughed.

In Yang Qian's previous life, he didn't have a mother since he was a child, and his father was busy with his livelihood and rarely cared about him. If it weren't for having an amiable sister, he wouldn't know how to spend those years of illness. Now Prince Cheng and his wife made him feel full of warmth, so his heart fell quietly, and he secretly told himself in his heart that he must live well and treat the couple well.

He said to himself in his heart, these two are your father and mother. In his previous life, he couldn't do anything, so he could only wish his sister a happy life in his heart, and not be too sad because he left. Father don't work too hard and be able to live well.

Yang Qian lay in bed for three months and finished reading all the books in Prince Cheng's Mansion. He already knows the history of Yunzhou and some hidden stories. After another month, Yang Qian was finally able to walk on the ground. He looked at the new world carefully, everything was full of curiosity, and he planned a wonderful life path in Yunzhou in his heart.

Yang Qian's body was gradually recovering, but there was a trace of hidden danger in his heart. He had been longing for something in his heart, he didn't know what it was, very, very longing. Another dawn has arrived, and this is the one hundred and twentieth dawn in Yang Qianyunzhou. He quietly looked at the slowly rising morning sun, and suddenly there was some fear.

Because he confirmed a very bad thing. In these two days, his body recovered, and finally confirmed that the desire in his heart was the desire for human blood. This kind of hunger and thirst is like an addicted old smoker, who has no desire to smoke. Yang Qian learned a lot of knowledge through four months of study. He knew that this was a precursor to the mutation of the Blood Demon, as soon as he inhaled human blood, he would immediately fall into the demon and lose himself.

Yang Qian was extremely scared. Heaven had given him a chance, how could he waste it so much? What about the promise of living? This is a promise of two lives! Yang Qian knew that he couldn't wait any longer, gritted his teeth, took some simple luggage, left a letter, and sneaked out of Prince Cheng's mansion and headed west.

When Princess Cheng found out that Yang Qian had run away from home, she cried to death and fainted several times. It is said that the son is the heart and soul of the mother, and the princess Cheng thinks that her son is only sixteen years old, and when he goes out alone, will he be hungry, will he be cold, and will he meet bad people, and he is almost out of proportion.

Prince Cheng sent a letter back from the north, and Prince Cheng and Princess Cheng became quieter. In order to fulfill the promise of the imperial brother, Prince Cheng left Zhurong City and arrived in the northern snow field after Yang Qian improved.

Prince Cheng told Princess Cheng in the letter: "Sooner or later, the eagle will leave the mountain and fly high, and Yang Qian should also go out for a while." ”