"Mother... Mother!"
Ye Fengru was sprayed with blood all over his face by Beiming.
Warm blood soaked his face.
It also caused Ye Fengru's heart to suddenly burst into sharp pain.
Beiming's mouth was spitting blood, and his eyes gradually became lax.
She worked hard to adjust the focus, trying to see her son clearly.
But the feeling of powerlessness all over her body made her gradually want to close her eyes.
Although Wu Sha only used 50% of his strength in that palm.
But after all, Beiming is just a weak woman who doesn't practice often.
He couldn't bear Wusha's palm at all.
However, Beiming didn't regret it.
Her son is fine, her son is fine.
"Mother, why did you block this palm for me! Why... why did you block it!"
Ye Fengru struggled and climbed to Beiming's side.
He held Beimingshi's hand tightly and cried bitterly: "Mother... Mother, don't close your eyes, I can save you... I am a pharmacist, I can save you..."
He frantically touched the ring in his hand.
A few bottles of pills were touched out.
His hands trembled, desperately looking for the healing elixir.
But... every bottle is full of dark poison...
Ye Fengru became even more flustered, and kept searching for the medicine bottle.
His hands and body also trembled more and more.
"Ru, Ruer...Ruer..." Beiming called Ye Fengru in a low voice.
Ye Fengru's body froze, and regardless of the blood all over her body, she hugged Beiming tightly: "Mother, I am here, I am here..."
Beiming leaned in his arms.
In the breath, there is a strong smell of blood.
It is no longer clear whether it is Ye Fengru's or her own.
She heard Ye Fengru calling her "mother" and felt the warmth of Ye Fengru's palm.
Beiming's heart has been filled with satisfaction.
She wanted to laugh, but she didn't have the strength to move her lips.
In the end, I could only spit out a few weak breaths: "Ru'er, promise mother... don't take revenge again, live well... just treat it for mother... you also... live well..."
Beiming's aura was extremely weak.
It seems that it will break at any time.
On Ye Fengru's face, he couldn't tell whether it was tears or blood.
He hugged Beimingshi tightly, and said in a crying voice: "I will live, mother, and you will live too... Mother, mother..."
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Ye Qingluo.
That face was soaked in blood, as if it had been soaked in a pool of blood, no matter how you looked at it, how it penetrated.
"Ye Qingluo, Ye Qingluo... I know you can save my mother, please... please save her..."
Ye Fengru seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, struggling to get up, and wanted to kneel down towards Ye Qingluo.
But his body was already covered with scars, and he was hugging Beiming, so he couldn't kneel down at all.
Ye Qingluo looked at Ye Fengru.
He glanced at Beiming Shi in his arms again.
The expression on the face is calm.
Delightful, but unable to calm down.
No matter how bad Ye Fengru was, he treated the Beiming family sincerely.
Beiming clan... This woman's cleverness and accurate standing in line made Ye Qingluo have no dislike for her.
However, she is not a saint.
The relationship between mother and child is indeed touching.
But Ye Qingluo will never forget that Ye Fengru tried to kill her time and time again before.
"I know I was wrong, but my mother...my mother...my mother is really kind to you." Ye Fengru cried, "Please save my mother, I can exchange my life..."
"Ru'er." Bei Ming suddenly increased his strength, and grabbed Ye Fengru's wrist.
She was breathing very lightly, her pale face was already bloodless: "I have something... I want to talk to Miss Seven..."