This Lord is Too Cruel: 253 Nine Deaths (Key Point)

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"Huh?" Feng Aotian put down the teacup in his hand and said solemnly.

"Princess Mu is heading to the master's place now." The soul continued.

"When did you leave?" Feng Aotian's eyes narrowed.

"Last night." The soul replied in a low voice.

"The sky is freezing cold. What he ran to do, he didn't pay attention to his body." Feng Aotian said coldly, his tone full of distress.

The soul lowered her head and said, "Since Concubine Mu woke up, she waited for the master to return. Later, when Xu Yi learned about the master, she rushed over."

"Are you going to meet him?" Wei Zimo asked softly, staring at Feng Aotian.

Feng Aotian leaned in his arms, she wanted to go, but now...

Wei Zimo looked at her, "If you don't rest assured, go to meet you, there is me here."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile, "I'm so sensible."

Wei Zimo let out a cold snort, bowed his head and said, "As long as you remember me well, you will double to compensate me in the future."

"Okay." Feng Aotian responded with a smile. She knew that Mu Hanjin hadn't forgotten her, or came to see her when he had forgotten her, but now it is a winter day with snow and ice. How can his body bear it?

Wei Zimo looked at Feng Aotian. She had just returned less than a day before leaving, and he hugged her tightly, "When will you leave?"

"Leave after noon." Feng Aotian said softly.

"With Long Yin?" Wei Zimo couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "Long Yin is with him, so I feel at ease."

"Do you feel uneasy if I stay with me?" Wei Zimo rubbed Feng Aotian's cheek and asked dissatisfiedly.

Feng Aotian chuckled, "Why don't you go with him?"

"If he is there, there is no place for me." Wei Zimo let go of Feng Aotian, "Stop lunch earlier, rest for a while, then leave."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded in response.

After accompanying Wei Zimo for lunch, Feng Aotian leaned in his arms and took a nap, then set off, leading Long Yin to Feng Qiguo.

Wei Zimo stood in the restaurant and watched her leaving. He felt that if he continued to do this, he would really become a husband's stone.

He turned around, sat next to the bookcase, flipping through the books, and busy himself.

Feng Aotian walked very eagerly this time, but the snow stopped for a few days. For some reason, there was heavy snowfall today. She braved the blizzard and couldn't wait to rush forward.

Long Yin looked at Feng Aotian, and said distressedly, "Wang Zun, the wind and snow are too heavy now, and your body has not recovered."

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Long Yin, raised his hand to embrace him, "I'm not cold with you."

Long Yin leaned in her arms, holding her waist with one hand, tapping on her toes, the two of them shuttled in the wind and snow, letting the snowflakes fall on them, and they were in a flash. They were submerged in the wind and snow.

In the imperial palace of Fengqi State, Lan Jingshu watched the heavy snow flying outside the window. There was no wind holding an oil-paper umbrella. The falling snow was light and fell on the oil-paper umbrella. He was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe, compatible with the heavy snow. As he walked forward, he left shallow footprints on the bluestone paved with snow, and was immediately covered by the snow.

No wind entered the bedroom, closed the oil paper umbrella, Jingxi took it, and retreated to the side.

He stepped inside and saw Lan Jingshu standing with his hand in front of the window, letting the snowflakes blow away, falling on his clothes and cheeks. He didn't do anything.

"Are you worried about Mu Hanjin?" Wufengjin moved to one side on its own, raised his hand, and moved his wrist. Lan Jing closed the window frame in front of the writing. He then sat down, his indifferent eyes moved slightly, and he sat down. On one side, he took a sip of the full tea.

Lan Jingshu turned his eyes to look at Wufeng, seeing that he looked unharmed, and then said, "It's a blizzard, his body..."

No wind looked at him, "He can hold on."

"Yeah." Lan Jingshu replied warmly, and then slowly stepped forward, sitting on the other side of the windless side, placing the teacup in his palm, gently warming it.

The windless side looked at him, "You don’t have to worry about the emperor's place. Although she has been damaged a bit, she has been running around a bit, but Han Jin can last for a while, so she can adjust her breath more. ."

"Why don't you follow him?" Lan Jingshu always feels that there is no wind, and it will do more with less.

Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "There is someone around her to help her, so naturally you don't need to use me."

"You mean Long Yin?" Lan Jingshu couldn't help asking.

"Yeah." Wufeng nodded, "He is a Shenlong, and he will naturally guard her."

"You can understand everything." Lan Jingshu smiled warmly, "Yi Mu used to be a perfect person, but unfortunately, he is a fan of the authorities."

No wind looked at Lan Jingshu, "He is fine now."

"Even if it's good, it's just an empty shell without a soul." Lan Jingshu's mouth raised a touch of bitterness, and he looked down at the teacup.

Wufeng smiled indifferently and looked at Lan Jingshu, "What about you?"

"Me?" Lan Jingshu raised his eyes and looked at the windless, "what do you think?"

"I envy you." Wufeng said lightly, "You always have your place in her heart."

Lan Jingshu's mouth raised slightly, "As long as there is it."

No wind chuckled again, "Yes, as long as there is it."

Five days later, Feng Aotian and Long Yin rode "Aoxue" out of the border of Caiguo, but stopped in the middle of the journey.

Long Yin raised his eyes and looked at the border gate of Wu Yue Kingdom, "Wang Zun, how come back here?"

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, "He is already waiting for the Lord here."

"With his speed, it won't be so fast." Long Yin couldn't help but wonder.

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, and then he walked into the Furong Pavilion. As expected, Zihuan looked at her and quickly greeted her, "Master, Concubine Mu is already waiting for you in the house."

Feng Aotian nodded slightly, stepped upstairs, stood at the door of the house, pushed the door and entered, and saw Mu Hanjin sitting on the soft couch, his body was not stained with wind or snow, crescent moon His brocade robe was as elegant as water, and his handsome jade face looked 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 held him in his arms, "Are you going to die?"

Mu Hanjin leaned quietly in her arms, "The minister wants to be the emperor."

After he woke up that day, he realized that he still remembered her, but no wind told him that if he had not experienced the ninth death within a month, then he would never wake up after the next faint. Come.

He was afraid that he would not see his last side when he was awake. He was afraid that he would never feel her warm embrace, could not see her smile, could not hold her in his arms, and he was afraid that he could not Guarding her from life to life.

Feng Aotian knew his current situation from where there is no wind, she pulled him to sit on the soft couch, and stroked his face, "Lean again."

"The minister is not in the way." Mu Hanjin looked at her with a smile, "The emperor, did the minister influence your plan?"

Feng Aotian shook his head and stopped looking at him, and whispered, "There is nothing more important in this world than you."

Mu Hanjin's thoughts moved, as if a fire was injected into her body in this cold winter, he hugged her tightly, and deeply absorbed the unique breath of her body. He died with her words Without regret.

Feng Aotian allowed him to do this. She hasn’t seen him in these days. She knows how hard he suffered. She vomited blood several times, but she still survived. If he hadn’t missed her, she would have passed out now. In the past, and she couldn't keep up with the past, but he insisted on watching her.

Feng Aotian kissed his forehead, "Would you like to take you back to the Feng Clan?"

"Well." Mu Hanjin nodded, "Where the emperor goes, wherever the ministers go."

The corner of Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, staring down at him, and slowly kissing his lips, with a touch of warmth in the cold, just like his people, with perseverance in the elegance.

Long Yin stood outside the house, and could feel the ambiguous breath coming from inside the house, as well as the inevitable tenderness, and Feng Aotian's words echoed in his ears, "There is nothing more important in this world than you."

He knows what Mu Hanjin means in her heart. He admires that Hanjin can occupy such a big place in her heart, so what about him?

Feng Aotian didn't delay, but immediately took a break and left with Mu Hanjin.

The two rode the "Taxue" that Mu Hanjin used when they came, but they returned to Fengqi Country in three days.

Long Yin rode "Aoxue", although he was extremely fast, it was still two days late.

Feng Aotian brought Mu Hanjin back to the Feng Clan. Mu Hanjin's expression was not as good as before, and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. She quickly helped him back to the Medicine Room.

Wufeng seems to have known that they will come back at this time, and waited in the medicine room early in the morning.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at the windlessness he hadn't seen for a long time, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "How good are these days?"

"Yeah." Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, his complexion was better than Mu Hanjin's, but it was worse. He still walked forward unhurriedly and held Mu Hanjin to sit. Next, he took the pulse for him, and then said, "It's okay, as long as you are lucky to meditate."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and glanced at the windless, with a gentle smile on the corner of her mouth, then slowly closed her eyes and began to get lucky.

Wufeng stepped forward, holding Feng Aotian's pulse, his indifferent eyes flashed coldly for the first time, "Just take care of yourself like this?"

For the first time, Feng Aotian saw Wufeng's light and breezy appearance. She was startled first, and then lowered her head to see that he had pulled her wrist and walked out.

Feng Aotian glanced at Mu Hanjin sideways, and allowed him to pull out of the medicine room. Wufeng always had a gloomy face and heavy snow hit him. He did not hold the oil paper umbrella. , Letting the strong wind hit his brocade robe, he raised his arm and took Feng Aotian into his arms, covering her from the wind and snow, but his face was hurt by the wind and snow, but he didn't feel anything. move.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him. Suddenly, she felt that no wind seemed to have faded the mask he had originally hidden. She wanted to say something, but when he saw his gloomy face, she stopped talking.

No wind led him into the house where he lived in Suri, the house was burning with charcoal fire, it was very warm, he took her to sit on the soft couch, half squatting on her body with wind and snow boots Fade away, lay on her support, and covered her with the velvet blanket, he turned and walked into the house.

Feng Aotian saw his movements in one go, and couldn't help but follow his gaze, and saw that he took out a porcelain bottle from the medicine box. The handsome and breezy face was somewhat cold, unlike the past. She was indifferent, she thought, and then stared at him.

No wind poured out two 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 rarely swallowed obediently, and then saw that no wind backed his shoes, and then got on the soft couch, pulled her into his arms, and sighed in a low voice, "You know what you are now The body can't change blood at all?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, and his body lost for a long time after his heartburn. Although he was raised for a month, he rushed back and forth and healed Yi Mu. Now if he doesn't take care of him, his body can It's all a problem, let alone exchange his blood? But Feng Aotian is stubborn, even if she kills her at this moment, she will exchange her blood for Mu Hanjin.

"You know, even if you forcibly exchange blood for him, even if he is alive, he is not as good as dead." Of course, Wufeng knew her temperament and said coldly.

Feng Aotian raised his eyes and looked at him, but felt that such a person's mind is more transparent than anyone else, and he seems to be able to perceive everyone's mind, but he has shown such a calm and bland thing. Regardless of himself, perhaps, there is no one in this world who can see clearly than he, but he is unwilling to see, even if he does, he does not want to talk about it. He always looks on the sidelines as a bystander. In a good show, even if others caused tragedy or died, he would not be moved. Now, he has exposed his original temperament for her.

"Look at what I am doing?" Wufeng lowered his head to see her staring blankly, her cheeks were dyed pink, and her complexion improved a lot, he breathed a sigh of relief, his arm was slightly hard, and he held her tightly in his arms. "I have never been so scared, angry, worried, or scared like Shizue."

Feng Aotian stroked his chest lightly, "There is a master."

"You are always like this. You like to carry everything by yourself. It always makes me helpless." Wufeng raised her hand and held her hand on her own heart, gently rubbing it, "My My heart hurts a lot."

Feng Aotian smiled, "Do you feel bad?"

"Hmm." 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 rubbed his cheek against his heart, and whispered, "Master will be fine."

"Relax for a few more days." Wufeng knew that she would not change his mind. He must now find blood that could match her, and then inject it into her body.

Feng Aotian is leaning against the windless arms. Xu is too tired to travel these days, and Xu is very angry during these days. She suddenly feels that his embrace is so safe, and she feels at ease. Unconsciously, I fell asleep so peacefully.

Wufeng heard the even breathing sound from his chest, and a faint smile rose unexpectedly from the corner of his mouth. She had never slept peacefully in his arms like this.

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 himself would destroy this Picture.

When Feng Aotian woke up, the sky was dark and the room was not lit. She opened her eyes, but she was able to meet the windless eyes and look at her at the first glance, she slowly moved from his arms Sitting up halfway, and then with a flick of her fingertips, the interior of the room lit up. She raised her eyes and looked at the windless, "Just look at the Lord?"

No wind randomly got off the soft couch, and walked out without a word.

Feng Aotian stared at him like this again, only to realize that his temper was not small.

The corners of her mouth raised slightly, and then she got up and walked out. The Xuanyue in the middle of the night was very faint, and the silver light was shining on the school floor. She looked up at the windless and stood in a snow-white brocade robe In the snowy area, handsome and handsome, at first glance, it looks like a fairy from beyond the clouds.

She turned around, took the cloak and went out, walked behind him and put it on him, holding his somewhat cold hand, "Isn't it cold?"

"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight." Windless looked at him sideways, with a faint smile on his lips.

Feng Aotian was startled slightly, then leaned in his arms, raised his eyes to look at the half-curved Xuanyue, "It's really beautiful."

There was no wind around her, and the two stopped talking, just looking up at the moonlight.

The sky is getting colder and colder, and Wufeng reluctantly held her hand and entered the medicine room, and saw that Mu Hanjin was still adjusting her breath, and Feng Aotian's eyes flashed full. Pained, stepped forward slowly, squatting down beside him, seeing cold sweat on his forehead, and no blood on his lips.

Wufeng stood by, watching her look at Mu Hanjin in a daze.

Feng Aotian gradually withdrew his gaze, turned and looked at the windless, "Master is hungry."

"Then you wait." Wufeng took his hand and left the medicine room, and then walked to the small kitchen on the side.

Feng Aotian watched him take off his cloak, rolled up the snow-white brocade robe, skillfully lit the fire, and cooked quietly.

She leaned to the side, staring like this, watching the Dao Bing Xianfeng people cooking, it was really pleasing to the eye.

I don’t know how long it has been, and when there is no wind, I cooked a few light dishes, cooked nutritious porridge, looked up at her, "Go back to the house."

Feng Aotian's eyebrows and eyes are warm, she feels that the people next to her are still people who go to the hall and go to the kitchen. She smiled and held the tray, holding him just a little bit. After cleaning his hands, he walked out slowly with a few traces of slippery hands.

After entering the house, Feng Aotian put down the tray and looked up at him, "You used to be self-sufficient by yourself?"

"Yeah." No wind nodded. He used to live in the mountains, so Su Ri had prepared everything himself.

Feng Aotian smiled and picked up the spoon, scooped the porridge, blew it gently, and then took a sip, feeling that the mouth was very smooth.

She nodded slightly, "It tastes good."

Wu Feng responded with a light smile, "You like it."

Feng Aotian said, "I can only make it for my father in the future."

Wufeng listened to her again, but he felt sweet in his heart, "Okay."

Feng Aotian picked up the side dishes and fed him personally, "Really good."

No wind opened his mouth and bit the food, but he felt that it was the most delicious meal he had ever eaten in his life. He looked down and chewed quietly.

Feng Aotian didn't say anything any more, just gulping, it was very delicious.

After a while, Feng Aotian swept through the remaining clouds, and Feng Aotian was a little satisfied. These days, just to hurry, it feels good to be able to eat in the house like this now.

No wind got up to pack the dishes, "Get up and walk around."

Feng Aotian got up and followed him out of the house, "Master will accompany you to wash the dishes."

No wind was not polite, but just smiled lightly.

Feng Aotian was thinking of going back to the palace, but thinking that it is too late now, and Han Jin is always her concern. She walked out of the kitchen, went to the medicine room, and sat down in Mu Han. Beside Jin, watching him quietly.

Wufeng immediately sat beside her, she accompanied Mu Hanjin, and he accompanied her.

Unconsciously, the sky was bright, Feng Aotian raised her eyes to see that Mu Hanjin had slowly opened her eyes, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she raised her hand and brought him into her arms, asking anxiously Said, "Are there any better?"

Mu Hanjin leaned against Feng Aotian's arms and nodded slightly, "Yes."

Feng Aotian smiled, then turned his eyes to look at the windless, lifted him up, hugged him and walked out.

Wufeng did not follow, but stood quietly at the door of the medicine house, watching her leave like this.

Feng Aotian took Mu Hanjin back to his room, put him carefully on the bed, stared at him for a long while, "rest well, I have a master to accompany you."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin nodded slightly, looked at her with a smile, slowly closed her eyes, and fell asleep quietly.

Feng Aotian leaned aside and looked at him without saying a word.

One day passed, and Long Yin rushed over early the next morning. When he walked into the house, he saw Feng Ao Tianyi standing beside Mu Hanjin in a puzzled manner. He slowly stepped forward and stood. Beside her, "Wang Zun."

Feng Aotian raised his eyes to look at Long Yin, raised his hand to hold his cold fingers, and breathed lightly, "Why is it so cold?"

The corner of Long Yin's mouth evokes a faint smile, "Long Yin has always been cold."

Feng Aotian stepped him back in front of the charcoal fire, "Go 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 and watched Mu Hanjin just woke up, she helped him sit halfway, took the cotton pad and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "I look better today."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin replied softly, "The emperor, have you guarded the minister all night?"

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "If I don't look at you, I'm worried."

Long Yin stood on one side and retracted his gaze, just looking ahead.

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes to look at Feng Aotian, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, "The minister is much better now."

Feng Aotian's eyes darkened slightly, "I'm better, I will eat something, look at your bones."

Mu Hanjin lightly nodded her head, leaning against her arms, but felt that he would be content to stay together for a lifetime.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at Long Yin, and whispered, "Come here."

Long Yin hesitated for a moment, and still stepped forward and stood in front of her.

Feng Aotian shook his hand, "It's warmer."

Long Yin moved his mind and smiled lightly, "It's better."

"There must be no rest in these few days." Feng Aotian whispered.

"Long Yin goes to the meeting first." Long Yin said, turning around.

Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, "accompany him back to the palace."

"Okay." Long Yin leaned sideways, watching her softly respond.

Feng Aotian helped Mu Hanjin to lie down again, "Lie down and wait for the Lord to come back."

"The emperor goes forward with peace of mind." Mu Hanjin nodded softly in response.

Feng Aotian got up slowly and ordered Qingfeng to prepare meals, while she took Long Yin back to the palace.

No wind entered Mu Hanjin's house, watching him eating, a faint smile hung on his mouth, "How can you be alone?"

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at him, "The emperor is back to the palace."

No wind nodded slightly, then sat aside, "You can last up to three days."

"Yeah." Mu Hanjin lowered her eyes, her curled eyelashes trembling slightly, and she responded in a low voice.

"But, her body is not quite healthy yet." Wufeng continued, "I told her about it that day, and it didn't change her mind. You understand her mind, and we all understand."

"Yeah." A touch of pity flashed in Mu Hanjin's heart. Now he has only one fight. He doesn't want to die, let alone her dying. If it is truly irretrievable, he will accompany her no matter where he goes. .

Wufeng raised his eyes and looked at him, "You take a good rest, there will be no accidents with me and Long hidden that day."

Mu Hanjin raised her eyes and looked at him, "Okay, thank you."

No wind just nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Mu Hanjin has no appetite anymore, but thinking about her body, she can only hold on and eat bite by bite.

Feng Aotian took Long Yin back to the palace, and Lan Jingshu happened to go to the court, only to see Feng Aotian descend from the sky and land in front of him.

He raised his eyes to look at her, joy flashed in his eyes, "The emperor."

"The weather is so cold these few days, why don't you take a break?" Feng Ao stepped forward, put his hands on his ears, and said softly.

Lan Jingshu leaned back in her arms. This is the embrace he hasn't felt for a long time. This is the embrace he thinks about day and night. This feeling made his heart filled with countless fires. , He said warmly, "It's OK for the minister, I'm used to it."

Feng Aotian rubbed his neck gently, "Then be careful, I am waiting for you to come back."

Lan Jingshu felt warmer when he listened to her. He nodded, left her embrace, and walked forward.

Feng Aotian turned around and looked at Long Yin, and took his hand back to the Imperial Palace.

The two lie down on a soft couch, their souls have fallen, and they report in a low voice, "Master, another city has been lost in Ajiu."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded, "The Tiger is fast enough. In less than ten days, another one was taken away."

"That..." asked involuntarily.

"It's okay, go on, I want to see how capable this tiger is." Feng Aotian smiled at the corner of his mouth, "Let Ah Jiu don't 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." The soul raised his eyes and glanced at Feng Aotian, and replied respectfully.

"He has his own method. He has experienced the past strong winds and waves. This is nothing. What's more, Leling has used all the killers. Naturally, it should not be underestimated." Feng Aotian was not worried. Only when the strong meet the strong can their potential be stimulated.

"General Leng's panther captured the border city last night." Soul continued.

"Hmm." Feng Aotian's mouth raised slightly, "What a coincidence."

"General Leng hit an arrow." Soul raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian cautiously, then whispered.

"Who shot the arrow?" Feng Aotian's eyes condensed.

"Black Panther." The soul then replied.

"This person will let the master take care of it himself." Feng Aotian said coldly, "If you dare to hurt your master, your master will definitely want him to pierce his heart."

The soul quickly bowed his head as he listened, "But the arrow was too sharp, and General Leng is now in a coma."

Feng Aotian's eyes are cold and cold, and now she is indeed a doppelganger. If she used to, she would definitely come to see him, but now...

"What did the military doctor say?" Feng Aotian asked with a cold eye.

"It is said that he has lost too much blood, and he will be able to wake up in two days, but now the army is in a mess, I am afraid..." the soul said immediately.

"Let the soul belt people guard, when necessary, give a tooth for a tooth, not just a leopard, break his tooth to the master." Feng Aotian said sharply.

"Yes." The soul replied, knowing that Feng Aotian was furious with thunder, he immediately retreated.

Long Yin saw that Feng Aotian was worried about Leng Qianye, knowing that she always looked calm, but no one could hurt her. Whoever dares to touch it would be death, he whispered, "Wang Zunqi Don't worry, there will be nothing wrong with Leng Qianye."

"Yeah." Feng Aotian nodded in response, then reduced the anger in his heart, raised his eyes to look at Long Yin, "You take a good break."

"The king is with Long Yin." Long Yin said, looking up at Feng Aotian.

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded, then took him into his arms and kissed his lips, then raised his hand to cover his eyes, "give me a good rest."

"Yeah." Long Yin nodded, leaned in her arms and fell asleep quietly.

Lan Jingshu returned to the imperial dormitory before noon. He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian lying on the soft couch. He really felt relieved. He thought he was in a dream, but now he thinks she is back. On the contrary, she became a little nervous, because she had been away for too long, or because she had been worried about her body these days.

Feng Aotian watched him standing stupidly on the spot, just looking at her with a smile, she raised her hand to him, "come here."

Lan Jingshu took off his cloak, stepped forward slowly, taking every step seriously, until he walked in front of her, sat down slowly, put his hand in her hand, the warmth of his palm made him Unable to tremble, he just said warmly, "My lord, how good are you?"

"Okay." Feng Aotian squeezed his hand, motioning him to lean in his arms.

Lan Jingshu backed off his boots and carefully leaned against her arms. This was not a dream. There was a faint smile on his mouth, but it was good to be with her like this.

Feng Aotian has been with the Wind Clan for the past three days, guarding Mu Hanjin. She knows this is the most critical time.

She raised her hand and held his hand. Three days have passed, and at the moment when Mu Hanjin woke up, she hadn't left a word yet, she just watched her smile softly, then vomited blood and fainted. Died.

Feng Aotian held him on top of the Wannian Yuntan of the Wind Clan, and placed him in the center of the Yuntan, while she sat beside him, Wufeng and Longyin standing beside them. Next to him, behind him was kneeling the blood matching Feng Aotian that Wufeng found.

Feng Aotian turned his eyes to look at the person in front of him, then looked at Wufeng, "Make sure they are all alive."

"It's just that everyone cut three bowls of blood, it's okay." Wufeng said lightly.

Feng Aotian nodded, then looked at Mu Hanjin, watched as Wufeng half-kneeled to the side, picked up one of Mu Hanjin’s wrist, raised his eyes and looked at Feng Aotian, "I let him go The poisonous blood in the body, and you inject your own blood into his body at this time."

"Okay." Feng Aotian nodded.

No wind looked at Long Yin, "In a moment, 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 her other On the cut wrist, inject their blood into her body."

"Okay." Long Yin took a very thin cicada silk from Wufeng's hand, everything was ready, just waiting for the hour to start.

Feng Aotian watched Wufeng busy methodically, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she lifted the hand placed on Mu Hanjin’s wrist, holding the windless hand, and writing in his palm In the next word, Wufeng Shicai's still indifferent face seemed to be dyed with a touch of brilliance at the moment, with a slight smile on his mouth.

No wind looked at Feng Aotian, "Don't worry, you will all live. If something happens to you, it is not just him who will die."

Feng Aotian knows what it means to be alive.

This is a big day. Although Feng Aotian didn't say anything, it seemed that they all knew about it, and understood the importance of it.

Caiguo, 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. I just woke up yesterday, and now I can get on the bed, but his body is still very weak. The arrow of the Black Panther was poured into a powerful internal force, almost shattering his heart. Mai, he can wake up at this moment, but he is thinking of her in his heart. Today is a big day.

Mu Hanyao raised his eyes and looked at the border of the ice and snow. Leng Qianye lost his place and lost a city, and Ah Jiu lost two of them, and he can't lose it anymore, here is the lifeblood.

Li Su stood beside Mu Hanyao, looking at him solemnly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Only defend but not attack, close the city gate tightly, and no enemy army is allowed." Mu Hanyao said solemnly.

"Yes." Li Su responded, and then went to prepare.

He was covered in silver armor and covered with falling snow. He was like a snowman piled up with snow, standing motionless on the tower, letting the wind and snow beat him.

Wu Yueguo, Ye Meixi stared out the window blankly, her mood had already drifted towards Fengqiguo, he was also waiting, whether he was alive or dead, he would know only after today.

In the secret room of Le Qiguo's palace, Xing Wuyun is still lying comfortably on the soft couch, not carrying wine in his hand, but holding the sharp dagger, stroking it over and over again, maybe, this dagger Soon he can use it a second time.

Xuan Mo State, Xuanyuan Yu clutched his heart, he stood in the hall, her heart and soul had dripped into his body and soul, his heart was trembling at this moment, unable to restrain In pain.

Yi Mu has recovered very well these days. Ten days ago, he left the Spirit Clan and went to Caiguo to search for Feng Aotian, but in the middle of the journey, he knew that she had returned to Fengqi Kingdom, so he went to Feng Qi day and night. Qiguo, when he rushed to the palace, he saw Lan Jingshu standing outside the emperor's bedroom, letting the wind and snow swept his brocade robe, he just stood there without saying a word.

Yi Mu fell with the wind and looked at Lan Jingshu, but he felt a little familiar.

Lan Jingshu saw a pink figure falling, raising his eyes and staring blankly, "Yi Mu, are you back?"

"What do you call me?" Yi Mu asked forward, puzzled.

"I call you Yi Mu." Lan Jingshu whispered, "I forgot. The emperor said you have forgotten past memories."

"Hmm." Yi Mu nodded, "Where is Feng Aotian?"

"Will you stay with me and wait for her to come back?" Lan Jingshu said quietly, seeming to be begging. He didn't want to wait alone anymore. God knows how torturing this kind of suffering is. .

Yi Mu could see the pain in his eyes, nodded slightly, then stood beside him, the two looked in the same direction.

Caiguo, Wei Zimo stands in the attic of the restaurant, his cold eyes are filled with endless thoughts, he counts every moment, every day here is like an experience The spring and autumn made him very difficult, he wanted her to be by his side now.

Feng Clan, Feng Aotian watched the time has come, raised his eyes to look at Wufeng and Long Yin, and nodded at them. No wind separated Mu Hanjin's right wrist. In a flash, he looked When a large amount of black blood flowed out, 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 It used his own spiritual power to inject the blood of the person behind him into Feng Aotian's body.

The sky is cold and the ground is freezing, but the clouds and mist above the Wind Clan's Ten Thousand Years' Cloud Altar, Qingfeng leads the tribe to guard the Feng Clan and keep anyone from approaching, and they look up at the cloud altar, but nothing I can't see it, there is no sound everywhere, there is no sound.

I don’t know how long it took, Feng Aotian’s face was white, but Long Yin and Wufeng did not dare to relax, let alone distracted. They dare not look at her eyes, but they did not easily. When she ran into her cold and determined eyes, there was always a faint smile on her mouth, telling them not to worry about her.

After a long time, this ninth death, life for life, blood for blood, finally experienced countless years and completed it. Mu Hanjin is strong, and every death means With the end of his life, he still survived, and now, the ninth death has been completed.

At the last moment, at the moment when the three of them put away their internal strength at the same time, Feng Aotian looked at Mu Hanjin lying on the ground with a sigh of relief, and fainted with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Wufeng couldn't care about anything else at that moment, and hurriedly stepped forward and hugged her into his arms. When he found out her pulse, he was relieved and turned his eyes to see Long Yin's face turned blue, he whispered Said, "Send her back to rest."

As he said, he bandaged her wrist, fed a pill into her mouth, and then turned to see Mu Hanjin.

Long Yin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the windless words. He carefully hugged her and flew away with his toes.

When there is no wind, she looks at Mu Hanjin lying on the altar of clouds, her eyes flashed with sadness...

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Dear friends, it turns out that the tile was broken yesterday. I had insomnia for two days and two nights. I had a headache and couldn’t sleep. Yesterday, I was really powerless. I will add it after the broken lemon. Don’t worry, today’s chapter is too It’s not easy, ╮(╯▽╰)╭