"It's that simple?"
Happiness comes too fast, I can't believe it! Stared at Wang Chuan!
Wang Chuan looked at me so happy, but slowly shook his head: "It's not easy to say simple, the key is to see if you really save yourself."
"Of course it is true!!" I immediately nodded, the hope in my heart was filled little by little, just like Pei Mu rushed to hug my thigh!
But forget Chuan's next words, but my whole heart gradually froze.
"Even though Qiankun Ding has no spiritual wisdom, it can recognize blood veins, so this person who died must be blood relatives."
"Blood dearest????"
I was blinded at the time: "But my master has no relatives anymore... He has been an immortal for many years?"
Wangchuan didn't speak, Pei Mu didn't speak either, only Han Moyu looked at me.
In those eyes, there was sadness, reluctance, and a strange feeling... He meant...
"No!" I shook off his hand hurriedly: "Shrimp is not counted! She... She... is so young, how could she die for him!"
There was a weird smile on Wang Chuan's side: "It seems that it is not sincerely helping you."
"No, no... I'm sincere!" I tried to calm myself down, and then took a deep breath: "Because I took a bite of his immortality when I was shaping my body, the child I gave birth to Mubai's blood..."
Han Moyu understood what I was about to say, and immediately grabbed my hand fiercely. I glared at him, Mubai has today, it's all my fault!
My life was originally his, and it's okay to pay him back!
Han Moyu frowned, as if he was about to get angry. When I looked at it with pleading eyes, I barely said anything, but his unhappiness crawled all over his face.
I ignored him and said the next words anxiously: "In other words, I am also a person of his blood, use me! I will die for him! Can it work? Is there any hope?"
Wang Chuan looked at me with a relieved smile, and then made a sound of two words.
"No."
"... Why?"
"The blood is carried in the womb."
Hardly knowing what to answer, I stretched out my hand to beg him for a few words, but saw the six hearts of the earth in my hand, suddenly a flash of inspiration.
"Then I... The old turtle said that the heart of the earth can be brought back to life, and if I am willing to sacrifice myself, I can save the whole world! Now I want to use this to save my master?!"
I looked at him religiously, hoping that he would nod his head, even if I said something hopeful to me.
But he still shook his head: "Qiankun Ding collects the soul, and the soul dissipates. How can only the body be brought back to life? Even if he is back, he is still a living dead. What is the difference between being immortal and being dead?"
"That... Then..." After hearing these methods, I was dismissed. I suddenly felt weak. I fell to the ground with a dull pain in my chest, but I couldn't tell, so I asked the shrimp to die for Mubai.
One is my master, just like my father, and the other is my own daughter, how can I give it up.
This world is so cruel, sometimes I would rather die than my loved ones, but I can only watch... I can only watch...
It's cruel.
Han Moyu leaned on my side and held on to my shoulders. He was not a talkative person, but he blamed himself for not being able to help this time.
In the past, no matter what happened, I could draw some strength from him, but this time... I was totally helpless.
After a long while, I sighed, just about to say goodbye to him, let's try our own way, only to see a slightly thinner woman suddenly coming down upstairs.
She wore a cute cartoon pajamas with light green cotton thread, thin body, and long hair like noodles in the clear soup. If you describe her face, you can only say that she looks quite ethereal, like Wu Ya and Ji Lanwei. It's so beautiful that it can't be compared.
So I guess, this must be just an ordinary human... Or rather, not very powerful.
The next thing verified my guess, the rotating stairs, she stepped carefully step by step, but at the last few steps, she still didn't step on her feet firmly, her feet slipped, and she whispered, and people fell down!
This is a bit too weak, right? !
We didn't wait to see clearly, we discovered... The one who should fall down is sitting on the sofa with Wangchuan at this moment, being hugged in our arms.
If it hadn't been for this moment when she patted her heart in fear, I might have felt that the person who had just seen falling down the stairs was not her at all.
At this time, the sofa was less than 20 meters away from the stairs. He brought her over no matter how much he moved... The shock in his heart was more than a little bit. The biggest sentence is: 30,000 years is not a waste of life!
But I admit that what I was thinking at first was that Wangchuan looked like he was only about 30 years old. Was it very old at first, and then became like this
At this time, seeing that these two are obviously husband and wife, I began to wonder, what exactly is his true appearance
"Little white cat." Pei Mu looked at the woman on the sofa, bared eight big teeth, and showed a standard huge smile: "You are pregnant again."
"... No." The woman bit her lower lip embarrassedly: "It's... her legs are a bit... soft."
"Lack of calcium?" Pei Mu smiled again: "Simmer some bones to eat?"
"… have eaten."
"You still lack calcium after eating?" Pei Mu was puzzled for a while, and shook his head unclearly: "Dachuan'er, you are getting worse and worse for the little white cat... Then I will marry your house and take care of her."
"Marry into my house... Take care of me?" The woman on the sofa glanced at Wang Chuan, and sighed again with that helpless and a little shy expression.
If Wang Chuan saw us before, he still had that kind of playful expression, but now... the whole eyes are full of expression, and he asks jokingly close to her ear.
"Bai Meow, tell him, why are your legs soft? Huh?"
The voice was not too loud or too small, making the woman's face flushed like a mine, and she bit her teeth, but didn't say anything.
I think only Pei Mu can’t tell what's going on... all the discerning people here can see that it is obviously excessive...
Wangchuan laughed twice and didn't force her to say anything. She just kissed her lips, while she blinked a few eyes, looked at our two strangers, and looked at Pei Mu. .
"You brought a friend?"
"Yes!" Pei Mu had been sitting on the ground. Only now did he stand up and leaned against Bai Miao Miao on the edge of the sofa: "We have something to ask Dachuan'er..." Barabala said it again, and then He also complained that Wangchuan let his child be sacrificed for inhumanity, crying like his child, except for no tears.
Bai Miaomiao was confused when she heard it. Her understanding ability might be a little bit weak. She turned her head and asked Wangchuan, "There is really no solution? Don't let people bet the children, how pitiful the children are... "
Wangchuan looked at her, and after a while, he curled his lips and smiled and said, "There are more."
I looked up at him, I thought this man was a demon.
Seeing this for a while, he had already played around with us several times... Filled me with hope, and pierced again, repeated this way, and continued like this. I am afraid that Mubai is not dead yet. Already died first.
So this time I didn't even dare to spit on it, for fear that it would be the kind of words that made my heart surge in the first second and fall into the abyss the next second.
I dare not stop him from saying this. He looked at me and tilted his head slightly, his face still full of playful expressions.
"Before he died, enter the cauldron with him, and eternal life will never come out again, so that his obsession and death curse will also be solved, and it will kill two birds with one stone."
After that, my head banged and exploded!
Enter the tripod with him
Eternal life will never come out again? !
Han Moyu bit his teeth and tugged my hand fiercely, and said to Wangchuan, "Thank you, we are gone."
"Hey hey—" I pulled Han Moyu, but didn't stop him at all, and was dragged to a slippery slope: "You... what are you angry about!"
Han Moyu's panting became thicker, but he couldn't say anything.
Wang Chuan looked at Han Moyu, hugged Bai Meow, found a comfortable posture, and sighed: "Dragons, learn how to change without being surprised."
"You didn't mean to help us at all."
"Why see?"
"Since we came here, you have always been the face that doesn't matter to you."
"Isn't it?" Wang Chuan still had that happy expression: "It really has nothing to do with me."
Han Moyu choked as if it was white, and slapped Wang Chuan on the shoulder with a patter: "What are you playing? If I'm sad enough, you still play."
Wang Chuan raised his brows and looked at her: "There are so many sad people in the world. If I feel sorry for everyone, wouldn't I be exhausted."
This is unfeeling, but it actually makes sense... If a random stranger comes to me for help, I won't necessarily answer it.
It’s just that this old monster may be too boring, so he has a different perspective on the world. It may be fun for him to play with others...
Bai Miaomiao pulled her face down and became annoyed: "You are a bit too much."
Wangchuan looked at her for a long time, and finally squeezed her bulging face helplessly, and then turned to us.
"If someone is willing to turn into you and trick him into the tripod, and he will never come out forever like him, maybe it will be a turning point."