He just held her cold, lifeless body and sat on the cold ground, motionless.
None of his guards dared to step forward.
They all stood in silence and mourning.
But each of them is worried.
Time passes, from day to night, and from night to day.
Mo Chuan's whole body seemed to be petrified.
When Zhuifeng came back, the scene he saw was exactly the same as when he left.
He couldn't help but ask Qi Yanyu: "My master hasn't moved yet?"
Qi Yanyu's condition is better than Mo Chuan's, he has been able to accept the reality.
He shook his head and said: "He hasn't moved. He doesn't cry or get angry. He just sits holding her like this. I see, he plans to sit holding her like this for a lifetime. If he doesn't find a way to let him vent it, I I’m afraid he will go crazy later.”
"Then how can we let the master vent?" Zhuifeng asked immediately.
Qi Yanyu glared at him: "How could I know! He is your master, not mine. Whether he lives or dies is none of my business!"
His chest felt heavy and uncomfortable, and he wanted to let it all out.
But he didn't know how to vent.
He threw away his sleeves and strode out.
Suddenly, a sharp bird cry was heard in the air!
A shadow descended from the sky, like a large dark cloud covering the sky overhead.
All the guards looked up.
A huge sea turtle is hovering in the sky, with a human figure standing high on the bird's back.
White clothes, black hair, long body.
The silver mask on his face sparkled in the sunlight, and the whole person was as spotless as a banished immortal.
"It's him!"
Qi Yanyu couldn't help but gritted his teeth, "What is he doing here!"
He had nothing to do with the man in white clothes and mask, but he didn't like him at all.
Mo Chuan turned a blind eye to everything around him.
Until the man in white let out a roar, the Saker Falcon folded its wings and fell from the air to the ground.
The man in white walked slowly towards Mo Chuan, and the guards immediately stood on high alert, with their swords drawn and their eyes like swords, staring at the man in white as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
The man in white didn't even look at anyone.
His eyes fell calmly and coldly on the face of the girl in Mo Chuan's arms.
He stopped three feet in front of him.
His voice sounded calm and indifferent.
"Leave her to me and I can save her."
Qi Yanyu's body shook violently and he looked up at him in disbelief.
No expression could be seen on the masked face of the man in white.
Mo Chuan slowly raised his head and looked at the man in white without focus.
He didn't hear clearly.
"Chu Mochuan, he asked you to hand the person over to him, he said he could save her!" Qi Yanyu repeated loudly.
Mo Chuan had an incredible look in his eyes.
"Impossible!" he muttered.
She was already dead. Her pulse and breathing had stopped. How could she be saved
Even if her master Gu Qingze, the best doctor in the world, is here, he can't bring her back to life.
How could this man in white do it
"She is not dead. There should be a glimmer of hope. If you don't hand her over to me, she will really die." The man in white said in a calm voice.
His eyes were still indifferent and his voice did not fluctuate.
Mo Chuan suddenly remembered what she had said.
The man in white was poisoned and needed her to detoxify him. If she died, he wouldn't survive.
That's why he came to save her.
But he still couldn't believe that the man in white had the ability to bring the dead back to life.