"Huh?" Feng Aotian put down the teacup in his hand and said solemnly.
"Concubine Mu is now heading to the master's place." Soul continued.
"When did you leave?" Feng Aotian's eyes narrowed.
"Last night." Soul whispered back.
"It's freezing cold, what did he come to do, and he didn't care about his body." Feng Aotian said coldly, his tone full of distress.
The soul lowered his head and said, "After she woke up, Concubine Mu waited for the master to go back. Later, Xu came to know about the master's affairs."
"Are you going to meet him?" Wei Zimo asked softly, staring at Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian leaned against his arms, she wanted to go, but now...
Wei Zimo looked at her, "If you're worried, go meet me, I'm here."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "It's really sensible."
Wei Zimo snorted coldly, bowed his head and said, "As long as you remember my goodness, you will double compensation for me in the future."
"Okay." Feng Aotian replied with a slight smile, she knew that Mu Hanjin had not forgotten her, or came to see her when he forgot her, but now it's winter with snow and ice, how could he be? Can you bear it
Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian, she was about to leave less than a day after she came back, he hugged her tightly, showing a deep reluctance, "When are you leaving?"
"Leave after noon." Feng Aotian said softly.
"With Long Yin?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "With Long Yin by my side, you can feel at ease."
"Don't tell me I'm with you, so you won't feel at ease?" Wei Zimo asked in dissatisfaction, rubbing against Feng Aotian's cheek.
Feng Aotian let out a low laugh, "How about you go with the master?"
"With him here, where is my share." Wei Zimo let go of Feng Aotian, "Early lunch, rest for a while, then leave."
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded in response.
After having lunch with Wei Zimo, Feng Aotian rested in his arms for a while, then set off and hurried towards Fengqi Country with Long Yin.
Wei Zimo stood in the restaurant and watched her leave. He felt that if he continued like this, he would really become a Wangfushi.
He turned around, sat beside the desk, flipped through the ledger, and was busy on his own.
Feng Aotian was very eager to leave this time, but it only stopped snowing for a few days. For some reason, it snowed heavily today. She braved the wind and snow and rushed forward impatiently.
Looking at Feng Aotian, Long Yin couldn't help but feel distressed, "Wang Zun, the wind and snow are too heavy now, and your body has not recovered yet."
Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Long Yin, raised his hand and took him into his arms, "If you are warm, I won't be cold."
Long Yin leaned in her arms, wrapped his arms around her waist, and tapped his toes. The two of them shuttled through the wind and snow, letting the snowflakes fall on their bodies, and their figures were drowned in an instant. in blizzard.
Inside the Fengqi Kingdom Palace, Lan Jingshu watched the heavy snow blowing outside the window. Wufeng was holding an oil-paper umbrella. The snow fell lightly and fell on the oil-paper umbrella. He was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, compatible with the heavy snow, and walked slowly forward. As he walked, he left shallow footprints on the bluestone paved with white snow, which were instantly covered by the wind and snow.
Wufeng entered the bedroom, closed the oil-paper umbrella, Jingxi took it, and retreated to one side.
When he stepped inside, he saw Lan Jingshu standing in front of the window with his hands behind his back, letting the snowflakes blow away and fall on his clothes and cheeks, but he didn't do anything.
"Are you worried about Mu Hanjin?" Wu Fengjian moved to one side, raised his hand, and moved his wrist, the window lattice in front of Lan Jing's writing was closed, he immediately sat down, his indifferent eyes moved slightly, and he sat on the side, He took a sip of the tea that had been filled.
Lan Jingshu turned his eyes to look at Wufeng, saw that his face was fine, and then said, "It's snowing in the sky now, and his body..."
Wu Feng looked at him, "He can hold on."
"Yeah." Lan Jingshu replied warmly, then stepped forward slowly, sat on the other side of Wufeng, put the teacup in his palm, and warmed it gently.
Wufeng looked at him sideways, "You don't have to worry about the emperor's place. Although she has suffered a bit of damage, she has been running around a bit. Fortunately, Han Jin can still hold on for some time, so she can adjust her breath more."
"Why don't you follow him?" Lan Jingshu always felt that there was no wind, and it was easier to do more with less.
Wufeng raised his eyes to look at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "There is someone around her to help her, so naturally you don't have to use me."
"You mean Long Yin?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking.
"Well." Wufeng nodded, "He is a dragon, so he will naturally guard her."
"You can see everything clearly." Lan Jingshu smiled warmly, "Yi Mu used to be a clear person, but unfortunately, he is a fan of the authorities."
Wu Feng looked at Lan Jingshu, "He is fine now."
"Even if it's good, it's just an empty shell without a soul." The corner of Lan Jingshu's mouth raised a bit of bitterness, and he lowered his eyes and played with the teacup.
Wu Feng smiled indifferently and looked at Lan Jingshu, "What about you?"
"Me?" Lan Jingshu looked up at Wufeng, "What do you think?"
"I envy you." Wu Feng said lightly, "You will always have a place in her heart."
The corners of Lan Jingshu's mouth raised slightly, "As long as it is available."
Wufeng chuckled again, "Yeah, as long as it's there."
Five days later, Feng Aotian and Long Yin rode "Aoxue" out of the border of Caiguo, but stopped halfway.
Long Yin raised his eyes and looked at the border of Wuyue Kingdom in front of him, "Wang Zun, how did you come back here?"
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at him, "He's already waiting here for Master."
"According to his speed, it won't be so fast." Long Yin couldn't help but wonder.
Feng Aotian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and then carried it into the Furong Pavilion. As expected, Zihuan looked at her and hurried forward to meet her, "Master, Concubine Mu is already waiting for you in the house."
Feng Aotian nodded slightly, walked upstairs, stood at the door of the house, pushed open the door, and saw Mu Hanjin sitting on the soft couch. His face was as elegant as water, and his face as handsome as jade seemed a little pale. Although his complexion was not very good, it was the best state he could show.
Long Yin did not go in, but stood outside the door. Feng Aotian walked slowly in front of him and took him into his arms, "Are you dying?"
Mu Hanjin leaned quietly in her arms, "I miss the emperor."
After he woke up that day, he realized that he still remembered her, but Wu Feng told him that if he had not experienced the ninth death within a month, then he would not be able to wake up again after the next fainting.
He was afraid that he would not be able to see the last side of him when he was awake, that he would never feel her warm embrace, see her smile, hold her in his arms, and be even more afraid that he would not be able to guard her forever. she.
Feng Aotian knew his current situation from Wufeng, she pulled him to sit on the soft couch and caressed his face, "She's thin again."
"I'll be fine." Mu Hanjin looked at her with a smile, "Your Majesty, has this subject interfered with your plan?"
Feng Aotian shook his head and stopped looking at him, and said in a low voice, "There is nothing more important than you in this world."
Mu Hanjin's thoughts moved, as if a fire had poured into his body in this cold winter, he hugged her tightly, and deeply absorbed her unique breath. With her words, he would die without regrets. .
Feng Aotian let him be like this. After these days, she knew how hard he suffered. He vomited blood several times, but she still survived. If he hadn't missed her, she would have passed out now, and She couldn't make it in time, but he held his breath to see her.
Feng Aotian kissed his forehead, "How about taking you back to the Wind Clan?"
"Well." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Where the emperor goes, the minister will go."
Feng Aotian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked down at him, and kissed his lips slowly, with a touch of warmth in the cold, just like his people, with determination in elegance.
Standing outside the house, Long Yin could feel the ambiguous aura coming from the house, as well as the tenderness that could not be resolved. Feng Aotian's words echoed in his ears, "There is nothing more important than you in this world."
He knew what Mu Hanjin meant in her heart, and he envied Mu Hanjin occupying such a big place in her heart, so what about him
Feng Aotian didn't delay, he just took a short rest and left with Mu Hanjin.
The two rode the "Treading Snow" that Mu Hanjin rode when they came, but they returned to Fengqi Country in three days.
On the other hand, Long Yin was riding "Aoxue". Although he was extremely fast, he was still two days late.
Feng Aotian brought Mu Hanjin back to the Wind Clan. Mu Hanjin's complexion was not as good as before, and he couldn't stop shaking. She quickly helped him back to the medicine house.
Wufeng seemed to have already known that they would come back at this time, and had been waiting in Yaolu early in the morning.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Wufeng, who he hadn't seen for a long time, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "How are these days?"
"Well." Wufeng raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, his complexion was better than that of Mu Hanjin, but he was still worse. He took the pulse for him, and then said, "It doesn't matter, as long as you are lucky enough to meditate."
Mu Hanjin raised his eyes and glanced at Wufeng, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, then slowly closed his eyes and started luck.
Wufeng stepped forward, took Feng Aotian's pulse, his indifferent eyes flashed cold for the first time, "You just take care of yourself like this?"
It was the first time Feng Aotian saw Wufeng's light and airy appearance, showing sullen anger, she was startled for a while, then she looked down and saw that he had already pulled her wrist and walked out.
Feng Aotian glanced sideways at Mu Hanjin, and let him pull him out of the medicine house. Wufeng always had a gloomy face, and the heavy snow fell on him. He did not hold an oil-paper umbrella and let him With the strong wind hitting his brocade robe, he raised his arms and took Feng Aotian into his arms, shielding her from the snow and wind, but his face was hurt by the wind and snow, but he remained unmoved.
Feng Aotian looked up at him, and suddenly felt that Wufeng seemed to have taken off the mask he was covering. She wanted to say something, but seeing his gloomy face, she stopped speaking.
Wufeng took him into the house where he lived all day long. The charcoal fire was burning in the house, which was very warm. He took her to sit on the soft couch, squatted half-squatting and took off her snow-clad boots. Lying with her, he covered her with the velvet blanket, and he turned and walked into the house.
Feng Aotian saw that his movements were done in one go, so he couldn't help but follow his gaze, only to see that he took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box, his handsome face, with a bit of coldness, was not as indifferent as before. , she thought for a moment, and then stared at him.
Wufeng poured out two medicinal pills into her mouth, took the kettle on the side, poured a cup of hot water, and fed her personally.
Feng Aotian opened his mouth and swallowed it in a rare obedient manner, and then he saw Wufeng withdraw his shoes, then got on the soft couch, pulled her into his arms, and sighed in a low voice, "You know your current body is fundamentally different. Can't exchange blood?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded his head, his body lost a long time after his heart bleed. Although he took care of it for a month, he ran back and forth and healed Yi Mu. Now if he doesn't take care of himself, his body will be fine The problem, let alone exchange blood for him? But Feng Aotian is stubborn, even if she kills her at this moment, she will exchange blood for Mu Hanjin.
"You know, even if you forcibly exchange blood for him, even if he is alive, his life is not as good as death." Wufeng, of course, knew her temperament and said coldly.
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at him, but felt that such a person has a clearer mind than anyone else, and seems to be able to see into everyone's minds, but he is so light-hearted that it has nothing to do with himself. , Maybe, there is no one in this world who can see anyone better than him, but he doesn't want to see it, even if he does, he doesn't want to talk about it, always watching a good show as a bystander. , even if others caused a tragedy, or died, he would not be moved, but now, he is exposing his original temperament for her.
"What do I do?" Wufeng lowered his head and saw her staring blankly, her cheeks stained with a touch of pink, and her complexion was much better, he was relieved, his arms were slightly forced, and he took her tightly into his arms, "I never I've never been so scared, angry, worried, or frightened like Shicai."
Feng Aotian caressed his chest lightly, "There is a master here."
"You are always like this, you like to carry everything by yourself, and it always makes me helpless." Wufeng raised his hand to hold her hand that was pressing against his heart, and gently rubbed it, "My heart hurts very much. ."
Feng Aotian evoked a smile, "Does it hurt?"
"Well." Wufeng is not a person who likes to talk, but he likes to expose all his thoughts in front of her, "You make me feel bad."
Feng Aotian's cheek rubbed against his heart and whispered, "Master will be fine."
"Just a few more days." Wufeng knew that she would not change her mind, and now he had to find blood that could match her, and then inject it into her body.
Feng Aotian was leaning on Wufeng's arms. Perhaps it was because he was too tired to travel these days, and perhaps because his temper was badly hurt these days. She suddenly felt that his embrace was so safe, which made her feel more at ease. Sleep so peacefully.
Wufeng heard the even breathing coming from his chest, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. She had never slept peacefully in his arms like this before.
He kept this posture motionless, lowered his head and just stared at her quietly, until after a long time, he was reluctant to leave, reluctant to move, for fear that a little movement of his own would destroy such a picture.
When Feng Aotian woke up, the sky was dark and the lights were not lit in the house. She opened her eyes, but she was able to meet Wufeng and looked at her eyes at the first glance. She slowly half sat up from his arms. , and then flicked her fingertips, and the interior of the room lit up. She raised her eyes and looked at Wufeng, "Just looking at the Lord like this?"
Wufeng got off the soft couch at random, and walked out without saying a word.
Feng Aotian looked at him like this, and was startled again, only to realize that his temper was not small.
The corner of her mouth was slightly raised, and then she got up and walked out. The Xuanyue in the middle of the night was very pale, and the silver light was sprinkled on the school ground, and the silver light was a little bit. She raised her eyes to see Wufeng standing in the snow wearing only a snow-white brocade robe. , Fengzi and handsome, at first glance, it looks like an immortal from beyond the sky.
She turned around, took the cloak and walked out, walked behind him and put it on him, holding his cold hand, "Aren't you cold?"
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Wufeng looked at him sideways, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
Feng Aotian was slightly startled, then leaned in his arms, raised his eyes and looked at the half-curved Xuanyue, "It's really beautiful."
Wufeng embraced her, the two stopped talking, just looked up at the moonlight.
The sky was getting colder and colder, Wufeng then held her hand reluctantly and entered the medicine house, and saw that Mu Hanjin was still adjusting his breath, and Feng Aotian's eyes flashed full of pity , walked forward slowly, squatted beside him, saw cold sweat on his forehead, and there was no blood on his lips.
Wufeng stood aside and looked at her and looked at Mu Hanjin in a trance.
Feng Aotian gradually retracted his gaze, turned to look at Wufeng, "Master is hungry."
"Then wait." Wufeng took his hand and left the medicine house, then walked to the small kitchen beside him.
Feng Aotian watched him take off his cape, rolled up the snow-white robe, skillfully lit the fire, and cooked quietly.
She leaned aside and stared like this. It was really a pleasure to watch someone with Daogu Xianfeng cook.
I don't know how long it took, Wufeng cooked a few light dishes, cooked nutritious porridge, looked up at her, "Go back to the house."
Feng Aotian's brows were filled with warmth, she felt that the people around her were still the ones who went to the hall and the kitchen. She smiled and carried the tray, holding him and some of the people who had just cleaned her hands. With a few traces of slippery hands, he slowly walked out.
After entering the room, Feng Aotian put down the tray and looked up at him, "You used to be self-sufficient by yourself?"
"Yeah." Wufeng nodded. He used to live in the mountains, and he prepared all his food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Feng Aotian smiled and picked up the spoon, scooped up the porridge, blew lightly, and then took a sip, feeling that it was very fragrant.
She nodded slightly, "It tastes good."
Wufeng smiled and replied, "It's good if you like it."
Feng Aotian relentlessly said, "In the future, I can only make it for my grandfather."
Wufeng listened to her words for another meal, but felt sweet in his heart, "Okay."
Feng Aotian took a side dish and fed it to him personally, "It's so good."
Wufeng opened his mouth to bite the vegetable, but felt that it was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life. He lowered his eyes and chewed it quietly.
Feng Aotian didn't say anything more, just sipped it, it was very delicious.
After a while, Feng Aotian was a little satisfied after swept through the clouds. These days, just to hurry, and now he can eat in the house like this, he feels very good.
Wufeng got up and packed the tableware, "Get up and move around."
Feng Aotian got up immediately and followed him out of the house, "Master accompany you to wash the dishes."
Wufeng was not polite, but smiled lightly.
Feng Aotian originally thought about going back to the palace, but thinking that it was too late to go, and Han Jin was always her concern, she walked out of the kitchen, went to the medicine house, and sat on Mu Hanjin's body. next to him, watching him quietly.
Wufeng immediately sat beside her, she accompanied Mu Hanjin, and he accompanied her.
Before she knew it, the sky was bright, Feng Aotian raised her eyes to see that Mu Hanjin had slowly opened her eyes, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of her mouth, she raised her hand and took him into her arms, asking anxiously, " Are there any better?"
Mu Hanjin leaned against Feng Aotian's arms, nodded slightly, "Yes."
Feng Aotian smiled lightly, then turned to look at Wufeng, lifted him up, and walked out with him in his arms.
Wufeng didn't follow him, but stood quietly at the door of Yaolu, watching her leave like this.
Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin back to his room, carefully placed him on the bed, and stared at him for a while, "Take a good rest, there is a lord with you."
"Well." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly, looked at her with a smile, slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep quietly.
Feng Aotian leaned aside and looked at him without saying a word.
After a day passed, Long Yin rushed over early the next morning. When he was walking into the house, he saw Feng Aotian beside Mu Hanjin in a daze. He slowly stepped forward and stood beside her. Beside him, "Wang Zun."
Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Long Yin, raised his hand to hold his cold fingers, and breathed softly, "Why is it so cold?"
The corner of Long Yin's mouth evoked a faint smile, "Long Yin has always been cold."
Feng Aotian retreated him in front of the charcoal fire, "Go and warm up."
"Yeah." Long Yin nodded and then stood beside the charcoal fire, but his eyes always fell on Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian looked sideways at Mu Hanjin who had just woken up. She sat with him halfway, took the cotton pad and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "I look better today."
"Well." Mu Hanjin replied warmly, "Your Majesty, you have been guarding the minister all night?"
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "If I don't look at you, I won't worry."
Long Yin stood to one side and looked away, just looking ahead.
Mu Hanjin raised his eyes to look at Feng Aotian, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "My minister is much better now."
Feng Aotian's eyes sank slightly, "It's better, let's eat something, look at your body."
Mu Hanjin nodded lightly and leaned in her arms, but he felt that he was content to be with each other for a lifetime.
Feng Aotian turned to look at Long Yin and whispered, "Come here."
Long Yin hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward and stood in front of her.
Feng Aotian held his hand, "It's warmer."
Long Yin's thoughts moved, and he smiled lightly, "It's better."
"There must be no rest for the past few days." Feng Aotian whispered.
"Long Yin goes to take a break first." Long Yin said and turned around.
Feng Aotian clenched his hand, "Accompany you back to the palace."
"Okay." Long Yin replied softly, looking at her sideways.
Feng Aotian helped Mu Hanjin to lie down again, "Lie down obediently, and wait for Master to come back."
"Your Majesty, go in peace." Mu Hanjin nodded lightly.
Feng Aotian got up slowly and ordered Qingfeng to prepare a meal, while she took Longyin back to the palace.
Wufeng entered Mu Hanjin's room and saw that he was eating, with a faint smile on his mouth, "How can you be alone?"
Mu Hanjin looked up at him, "The emperor has returned to the palace."
Wufeng nodded slightly, then sat aside, "You can last up to three days."
"En." Mu Hanjin lowered his eyes, his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and answered in a low voice.
"However, her body is not yet well." Wufeng continued, "I told her about it that day, but it didn't change her mind. You understand her mind, and we all understand it."
"Yeah." Mu Hanjin's heart flashed a touch of pity. Now there is only one fight. He doesn't want to die, and he is even more reluctant to let her die. If it really reaches the point of no return, he will accompany her regardless of whether it is going up or down.
Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "You have a good rest, there will be no accident with me and Long Yin in that day."
Mu Hanjin looked up at him, "Okay, thank you."
Wufeng just nodded slightly, then turned to leave.
Mu Hanjin had lost his appetite, but thinking about his own body, he could only hold on and eat one bite at a time.
Feng Aotian took Long Yin back to the palace, Lan Jingshu happened to go to the Imperial Court, but saw Feng Aotian descend from the sky and landed in front of him.
He looked up at her, and joy flashed in his eyes, "Your Majesty."
"The weather is so cold these few days, why don't you take a break?" Feng Aotian stepped forward, put his hands on his ears, and said softly.
Lan Jingshu leaned into her arms, this was a hug he hadn't felt for a long time, this was the embrace he was thinking about day and night, this feeling made his heart seem to be filled with countless firelights, he said warmly. , "It's okay, I'm used to it."
Feng Aotian rubbed lightly on his neck, "Be careful, Master is waiting for you to come back."
Listening to her words, Lan Jingshu felt even more warm, he nodded, left her embrace, and walked forward.
Feng Aotian turned to look at Long Yin, took his hand and returned to the Emperor's Bedroom.
The two were lying on the reclining and soft couch, their souls had already fallen, and they reported in a low voice, "Master, another city has been lost in Ah Jiu's place."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded and said, "The tiger's speed is fast enough, and it took less than ten days before another one was taken away."
"Then..." Soul asked involuntarily.
"It's okay, go ahead, I want to see how capable this fierce tiger is." Feng Aotian smiled, "Let Ah Jiu not worry."
"Yes." Soul replied in a low voice, "General Mu is also in trouble."
"Can't attack for a long time?" Feng Aotian whispered.
"Exactly." Soul raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, and replied respectfully.
"He has his own way. He has experienced the great winds and waves in the past. This is nothing. What's more, Le Ling has used all his trump cards. Naturally, it should not be underestimated." Feng Aotian was not worried. Only the strong can unleash their potential.
"General Leng's city where the black panther captured the border last night." Soul continued.
"Yeah." Feng Aotian raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "What a coincidence."
"General Leng was hit by an arrow." Hun raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian cautiously, and said in a low voice.
"Who shot the arrow?" Feng Aotian's eyes narrowed.
"Black Panther." Soul then replied.
"This person will be handled by Master himself." Feng Aotian said in a cold voice, "Whoever dares to hurt Master, Master will definitely pierce his heart with ten thousand arrows."
Hun listened and hurriedly lowered his head and said, "But that arrow is too sharp, and General Leng is now in a coma."
Feng Aotian's eyes were gloomy and cold, but now she is indeed incapable of being a clone. If she used to, she would definitely go to see him, but now...
"What did the military doctor say?" Feng Aotian asked with cold eyes.
"It was said that he lost too much blood, and he would wake up in two days, but now the army is in chaos, I'm afraid..." Hun then said.
"Let the soul lead someone to guard it, and when necessary, give a tooth for a tooth, or just a leopard, smash his teeth to pieces." Feng Aotian said sternly.
"Yes." Soul replied, knowing that Feng Aotian was furious with thunder, he immediately withdrew.
Long Yin saw that Feng Aotian was worried about Leng Qianye, and knew that she always seemed calm, but anyone who dared to touch her would be courting death, he said softly, "Wang Zun, don't worry, Leng Chiba will be fine."
"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response, then restrained the anger in his heart, raised his eyes to look at Long Yin, "You take a good rest."
"Then Wang Zun will accompany Long Yin." Long Yin raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian and said.
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then took him into his arms, kissed his lips, then raised his hand to cover his eyes, "Give you a good rest."
"Well." Long Yin nodded, leaned in her arms with peace of mind, and fell asleep quietly.
Lan Jingshu returned to the Emperor's Bedroom before noon, raised his eyes to see Feng Aotian lying on the soft couch, he really felt relieved, just thought he was in a dream, but now he feels that she is back, Instead, she was a little nervous, because she had been away for too long, or because she had been worrying about her body these days.
Feng Aotian looked at him stupidly standing in the same place, just watching her smile, she raised her hand and stretched out her hand towards him, "Come here."
Lan Jingshu took off his cloak and stepped forward slowly, taking every step seriously, until he walked in front of her, sat down slowly, put his hand in hers, the warmth of his palm made him unable to bear it. With a trembling, he just said warmly, "Your Majesty, how are you?"
"Okay." Feng Aotian clenched his hand and motioned him to lean against his arms.
Lan Jingshu pulled back his boots and leaned against her arms carefully, only then did he feel that it was not a dream, there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, it was just fine to accompany her like this.
For the past three days, Feng Aotian stayed in the Wind Clan, guarding Mu Hanjin, she knew that this was the most critical time.
She raised her hand to hold his hand, three days had passed, and when Mu Hanjin woke up, she didn't leave a word, just watched her smile gently, then vomited blood and passed out.
Feng Aotian carried him to the Ten Thousand Years Cloud Altar of the Wind Clan and placed him in the center of the Cloud Altar, while she sat beside him, Wufeng and Long Yin stood beside them both , and behind him was kneeling with the blood that Wufeng found that matched Feng Aotian.
Feng Aotian turned to look at the people in front of him, and then to Wufeng, "Make sure they are all alive."
"It's just three bowls of blood per person, it's fine." Wu Feng said lightly.
Feng Aotian nodded, then looked at Mu Hanjin, watched Wu Feng kneeling on the side, picked up Mu Hanjin's wrist, looked up at Feng Aotian, "I released the poison in his body. blood, and you poured your own blood into his body at this time."
"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded.
Wufeng looked at Long Yin, "Later, you use your own spiritual power to separate a barrier, and then you put this on one person's cut wrist, and then put this on the other's cut wrist. On her wrist, pour their blood into her."
"Okay." Long Yin took a very fine cicada silk from Wufeng's hand, everything was ready, just waited for the hour to start.
Feng Aotian watched Wufeng busy in an orderly manner, with a faint smile on her mouth, she lifted the hand on Mu Hanjin's wrist, held Wufeng's hand, and wrote a word on his palm , Wu Feng's indifferent face seems to be dyed with a touch of brilliance at the moment, and a shallow smile hangs on the corner of his mouth.
Wufeng looked at Feng Aotian, "Don't worry, you will all be alive. If something happens to you, it's not just him who will die."
Feng Aotian knew what it meant to be alive.
Today is a big day, although Feng Aotian didn't say anything, but it seems that they all know about this, and they understand the importance of this.
Cai Guo, Gu Yefeng stood by the window and looked out the window. He had been standing for a long time, and his heart seemed to stop immediately.
Leng Qianye was lying on the bed. He just woke up yesterday, and now he can get off the bed, but his body is still very weak. The black panther's arrow poured into a powerful internal force, which almost shattered his heart. Being able to wake up at this moment is just thinking about her, today is a big day.
Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at the border of the ice and snow, where Leng Qianye fell and lost a city, Ajiu lost two, and he couldn't lose it again, this is the lifeblood.
Li Su stood beside Mu Hanyao and looked at him with a solemn expression, wondering what he was thinking.
"Only defend and not attack, close the city gate, and don't allow an enemy army." Mu Hanyao said in a deep voice.
"Yes." Li Su replied, and then went to prepare.
In the wind and snow, he was dressed in silver armor, and his body was stained with falling snow. His whole body was like a snowman made of snow.
Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi stared out the window blankly, his mind had already drifted to Fengqiguo, and he was also waiting, whether it was life or death, only after today would he know.
In the secret room of Le Qiguo's palace, Xing Wuyun was still lying comfortably on the soft couch, not holding the wine, but holding the sharp dagger, stroking it over and over again, maybe, this dagger will soon make him Can be used a second time.
Xuanyuan Moguo, Xuanyuan Yu covered his heart, he stood in the hall, her heart blood had dripped into his body and mind, into his soul, his heart was shaking at this moment, and the pain was uncontrollable .
Yi Mu has recovered very well these days. Ten days ago, he left the Spirit Clan and went to Cai Country to find Feng Aotian, but halfway through, he learned that she had returned to Fengqi Country, so he went to Fengqi Country day and night. When he arrived at the palace, he saw Lan Jingshu standing outside the palace, letting the wind and snow swept over his robes, he just stood there, not saying a word.
Yi Mu fell with the wind, stepped forward to look at Lan Jingshu, but felt a little familiar.
Seeing a pink figure fall, Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and stared blankly, "Yi Mu, are you back?"
"What did you call me?" Yi Mu asked forward in confusion.
"I'll call you Yi Mu." Lan Jingshu whispered, "I forgot, the emperor said you forgot your past memories."
"Yeah." Yi Mu nodded, "Where's Feng Aotian?"
"Would you stay with me and wait for her to come back?" Lan Jingshu said quietly, as if begging, he didn't want to wait alone like this anymore, God knows how tormenting this kind of torment is.
Yi Mu could see the pain in his eyes, nodded slightly, then stood beside him, and the two looked in the same direction.
Caiguo, Wei Zimo is standing in the attic of the restaurant, his glamorous eyes are filled with endless longing, every moment, he counts over, every day here is like experiencing a spring and autumn, It was very difficult for him, he thought too much that she was by his side now.
Feng Clan, Feng Aotian saw that the time had come, raised his eyes to look at Wufeng and Long Yin, and nodded to the two of them, Wufeng separated Mu Hanjin's right wrist, and in an instant, he saw a large number of people. Black blood flowed out, and Feng Aotian was separated from her wrist, and then separated his wrist. She used her internal force to transfer her blood into his body, while Long Yin used her own blood to flow into his body. The spiritual power of the individual injected the blood of the person who had prepared behind him into Feng Aotian's body.
The sky is cold and freezing, but the cloud altar of the Wind Clan Wannian is shrouded in clouds and mist. Qingfeng leads the clan to guard the Wind Clan, not letting anyone approach, and they look up at the cloud altar, but they can't see anything. , The place was silent, without any sound.
I don't know how long it took, Feng Aotian's face was white, but Long Yin and Wufeng didn't dare to relax, let alone get distracted. They didn't dare to look at her eyes, but they bumped into each other easily. Her cold and resolute eyes and a faint smile always hung on the corner of her mouth, telling them not to worry about her.
After a long period of time, this ninth death, with life for life, blood for blood, was finally completed after countless years. Mu Hanjin was strong, and every death meant his life. The end of the death, but he still survived, and now, the ninth death has been completed.
At the last moment, when the three of them put away their inner strength at the same time