Ye Qingluo looked calm.
For Ye Fengru who was crying like a tearful person in front of him.
She didn't show any emotion.
She lowered her eyes and looked at Beiming clan who was clenching Ye Fengru's sleeve robe tightly, trying to open her eyes, and opening and closing her trembling lips.
She pursed her pink lips and reached out to hold Beiming's other hand.
Beiming's body temperature was already a little chilly.
Ye Qingluo circulated his profound energy and infused some profound energy into Beiming's body to protect Beiming's shattered heart veins.
Beiming clenched Ye Qingluo's hand, moving his mouth more and more excitedly, wanting to say something.
"Stop talking, if you drag on, the ghost doctor father is here, and I'm afraid he won't be able to save you."
Ye Qingluo pushed her hand away so as not to disturb her transmission of profound energy.
But she hasn't tried yet.
Beiming's grip on her hand became tighter and tighter.
Xu Shiye Qingluo transmitted profound energy and restored Beiming's physical strength.
Panting heavily, she raised her head, looked at Ye Qingluo pleadingly, and said in a very soft voice: "Miss Seven, listen to my concubine... my concubine... my concubine..."
Her face became paler and paler.
Wusha's palm really shattered her internal organs.
Never closed my eyes.
This is still her affection for her son, which has kept her going until now.
There were bursts of throbbing pain in Beiming's body.
She endured the pain, and continued with difficulty: "The body of the concubine, the body of the concubine knows best... I want to beg, I want to beg Miss Seven..."
Ye Qingluo's movement of transmitting profound energy paused.
Beiming's breathing seemed to be suffocated, and the hand holding Ye Qingluo's palm gradually twisted and bent...
Ye Qingluo was startled, and hurriedly circulated his profound energy to maintain the vitality of the Beiming clan.
"Miss Seven, it seems that I have done my best for Sanquan Zong's sake, I will spare Ru'er... save Ru'er's life... I wish... I would like to exchange things with you."
Beiming took a deep breath, and focused his gaze on Ye Qingluo: "Miss Seven, what happened back then, I... actually know something... If Miss Seven wants to know her biological father... the room of the concubine... that secret room... Here, there is... there is something Miss Seven wants..."
She spoke intermittently.
Ye Qingluo had to listen carefully to understand what she was saying.
When referring to the words "biological father".
Ye Qingluo's heart suddenly trembled.
The Beiming family... know what happened back then
"I use this thing in exchange for Ru'er's life." Beiming's eyes have gradually become cloudy, "Ru'er's crimes, I have to pay for Ru'er's sin..."
"Mother! Mother!" Ye Fengru realized something, he hugged Bei Mingshi, and hissed, "Mother, don't leave me... If you leave, what's the point of me being alive... Mother..."
"Ru...er." Bei Ming tried to raise his hand, trying to caress Ye Fengru's face.
Her eyes gradually became hazy and lost focus.
Her lips opened and closed slightly, and she let out a breath of air silently: "Promise mother... to live, to live for... Miss Seven... for her..."
The last breath, getting lighter and lighter.
Then, Beiming's hand fell heavily.
After all... closed his eyes.
"mother!"
Ye Fengru cried and fell beside Beiming's body, like a child.
Ye Qingluo looked at the powerless palm in his palm.
There was a little emotion on the expressionless face.
Beiming is dead.
Before he died, he plotted against her with his own life.
But she has no temper at all.
Beiming really loves this son very much.
In the end, he exchanged his own life for Ye Fengru's.
In terms of emotion and reason, she had to keep Ye Fengru's life.