This side was thinking wildly, while the other side was running out of breath. Finally, Mo Yunye was found in Baiyuan Garden. At that time, he was standing in front of the jade statue of Luo Qian Flower God, with a gentle face and deep eyes. My thoughts were wandering to nowhere, so I didn't notice Xiaolong's arrival until the corners of his plain robe were tugged at by him, and I heard his anxious shouting: "Brother Tianjun! Brother Tianjun..."
Mo Yunye tilted his head subconsciously, looking down at his pupils with unfocused eyes, until he heard what he said immediately: "...Mother is bleeding!"
Mo Yunyeying frowned and came to his senses: "What's going on?" He stretched out his hand to wipe away the bright red blood beads on Xiaolong's face, and after a slight sniff, it was indeed Qianhua's!
So without waiting for Xiaolong Qiqi Ai'ai's explanation, he strode back to Yunqi Palace. When he drove straight into the study room where the door was not closed, he saw Luo Qianhua lying on the ground, the edge of his head was a bright red.
"Mom is dead?!" Xiaolong exclaimed, then burst into tears.
"Don't talk nonsense!" Mo Yunye had no way to deal with him. He shouted and scolded him. He had already rushed in, picked up Qianhua, and put her on the couch, carefully examining her injuries.
It was determined to be bleeding in the ear, but the cause could not be found.
"Go find the Supreme Lord." Because Qianhua was unconscious, Mo Yunye couldn't prescribe the right medicine, so he didn't dare to cast spells randomly, so he ordered Xiaolong to go to Tushita Palace.
However, although Laojun came in panic, the result of the diagnosis was inconclusive.
"What do you mean by unknown reason?" Mo Yunye was very dissatisfied with Lao Jun's shaky speech and repeated his reply angrily.
"I really don't know what kind of disease Qianhua Fairy is suffering from. I have never seen such symptoms. If I want to revive her, there is no shortage of miraculous medicines, but they are not symptomatic treatments and may be counterproductive." It's difficult for Laojun to be very old. With no clue about such a complicated disease, it was pitiful to be trembling under the gaze of Mo Yunye's capricious eyes.
"Go and invite Lord Donghuang Xing to come to heaven." Mo Yunye let out a sigh of suppressed anger, rejected the old Lord, and immediately sent his followers to Donghuang Mountain.
Xiaolong stood aside blankly, looking at his unkind expression, and asked seriously and cautiously: "Will my mother die?"
"If she dies, how about I find someone who looks exactly like her to be your mother?" Mo Yunye had no intention of paying attention to him, but for some reason, after meeting his tear-filled black eyes, He asked this question out of nowhere.
"No!" Xiaolong replied decisively and simply.
Mo Yunye raised his hand and caressed his round head, tugged his thin lips, and a smile as warm as jade overflowed. He didn't understand why he smiled so relievedly. It was completely opposite to the feelings he should have had, and he was inexplicably obsessed with this. Xiao Long, who deserved a beating, felt pity for him.
But Xiaolong didn't appreciate it. He grabbed his hand and shook it away, shouting angrily, "You are a bad person! You want my mother to die, don't you?"
"Life and death depend on fate, and each one has his destiny. If she really has a shortcoming, you don't have to be sad. Her sacrifice can help another person... The sun still rises in the east and sets in the west, and the stars are still gorgeous and bright. The vast world has never been for one person. People lose their glory when they die, not to mention exchanging one life for another. Life is still going on, so there is no need to hold on."
Mo Yun Yeru muttered to himself, and Xiaolong struggled for a long time to reply: "I don't understand!"
Mo Yunye laughed bitterly. Of course he didn't understand, and he might not be able to fully understand the gains and losses that were difficult to weigh. Those words just now seemed to be comforting Xiaolong, but were they actually trying to comfort himself to let go
But he kept saying that there was no need to be persistent. When Donghuang Xingjun hurried over and shook his head and sighed when he saw Qianhua's unconscious appearance, Mo Yunye's heart still rose uncontrollably: "What on earth is going on? "
"As early as when I single-handedly created her, I began to worry about the emergence of this disease..." Donghuang Xingjun said slowly, his handsome face was filled with vicissitudes and helplessness because of his frown, and his regret was also hidden. Shen's eyes flashed, "She has complex origins. If they are not compatible, they will be separated, and their lives will be in danger. I originally wanted her to ascend to the throne of phoenix, just because I owed Qian'er back then, and I can't stop her this time." Ran Chen knew in his heart that she would not be able to survive the calamity of becoming a queen, and he did not dare to implicate the Heavenly Lord. Therefore, he had already planned to grant her his lifelong spiritual power before she was granted the title of queen. However, it was hard to predict the many things that happened later. Various spirits of gods and demons were repeatedly mixed into her body, which completely disrupted her already scattered spiritual energy. Now the spiritual energy in her body is fighting against each other and the blood pulses are colliding. If she can hold on alone, I'm afraid... I'm afraid it won't last more than two or three years. …”
"Is there any way?" Mo Yunye asked, but his voice was slightly hoarse for some reason.
Donghuang Xingjun knelt down and begged sincerely: "I am ashamed of God's grace, but I want to save my little girl. I am willing to step down from my position as the sun god, and immediately give her my life's spiritual power to save her life. I ask for God's grace." allow!"
Mo Yunye frowned slightly, and asked Qi Qi: "Even if you sacrifice yourself, how sure are you that if she inherits your immortal essence, you will be able to overcome the difficulties?"
Donghuang Xingjun was startled, speechless, and looked sad.
"Stay back, I have other plans." Mo Yunye sighed slowly and suppressed his emotions, and turned away Xingjun.
"But little girl..." Xingjun was concerned about Qianhua. He looked at the lake blue curtain that separated the inner and outer halls and couldn't bear to leave.
"Don't worry, I will definitely give you a living daughter." Mo Yunye said truthfully, without looking at Xingjun again, he turned around and went to the inner room with his hands on his hands.
Donghuang Xingjun had no choice but to withdraw with a confused look, lingering outside Yunqi Palace for a long time. Now that Tianjun is moody and has ulterior motives, no one can predict what he is going to do. He has already lost a daughter, and he doesn’t want to He ruined Luo Qianhua again with one hand. From the moment he created her, he has been trapped in the pain of contradiction. He not only hoped that she would grow up carefree in an environment without caring about the world, but also hoped that she could complete Luo Qian's life. I wanted to dream of growing old together with Tian Jun, but unexpectedly, things were unpredictable. Nan Li Yue suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, and everything changed irrevocably...
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Qianhua opened her eyes and looked straight at the totems of dragons and phoenixes playing on the top of the curtain tent. The thoughts in her heart were tumbling like the enchanting sea of clouds and dragons around them. Xiaolong lay beside her bed and looked at her with an innocent face, Baba Asked: "Mom, did you wake up early?"
"Um."
"Then did you hear what Brother Tianjun and I said?"
"Um."
"Then do you know what he means?"
"Um."
"But Long'er doesn't understand, mother, please tell me?"
Qianhua sat up and tried to deal with Xiaolong with the excuse of "don't interfere with the little brat's business, adults' business". She raised her eyes and saw Mo Yunye standing on the side of the curtain, looking at her indifferently, and then her face darkened. , unwilling to speak. (To be continued)