Chapter 687

The snow emperor hurriedly put her on the bed. The snow emperor washed his handkerchief. Gong Zilin took it and carefully wiped the blood on the corner of his lips for song Ningyu. When the snow emperor saw that Gong Zilin's face was also very pale, and the blood mark on the corner of his lips was still there, he was surprised and patted him on the shoulder. His tone was choked with warmth.

"Deal with yourself first. I'll see here."

Old Yao stood aside and shouted angrily, "what are you looking at? I'm afraid my old man will cure her to death, isn't it? Go out and I'll take care of her here!" old Yao drove people away. Those who stayed in the house were unwilling, and Gong Zilin was even more unwilling. He stood by song Ningyu's bed. He stood there without getting in the way. Why should he let them go?

He Lianxing smiled helplessly and stroked his forehead. He explained, "my master's medical skills are among the best in the whole world. Others can't see them. Please go out first."

Old Yao swept his eyes. He Lianxing, who was ready to stay, smiled and hummed coldly: "you obviously came with my granddaughter, but you made my granddaughter look like this. You go out too!"

He Lianxing smiled and touched his nose. He threw a smile at Yao Lao. Yao Lao snorted coldly and said with a sneer, "even if you call me Heavenly King Lao Tzu, you have to go out today!"

He Lianxing smiled and his eyes suddenly cooled down. He glanced at Song Ningyu and dragged Gong Zilin who was still in the room towards the outside. When that finger brushed the pulse image, he Lianxing smiled and looked at Gong Zilin in surprise. His internal power was greatly damaged and his blood was attacking his heart. The whole person was hurt more than song Ningyu!

Kan Hua and others stood at the door, stretched their necks and stared inside, but they saw that there was no sound inside. There was a torrential rainstorm outside. The moisture of the rain hit the corridor. The party ran back all the way and was soaked. At this time, Gong Zilin was still dripping water slowly. The water was light red, which seemed to be a mixture of blood and water.

There was a big wound on Gong Zilin's arm, which was bitten by song Ningyu. The meat was almost bitten down. At this time, the rain washed his arm, and the blood on his arm flowed impolitely.

Gong Zilin stood at the door and walked back and forth. From time to time, he lay prone at the door and looked inside, but he didn't see anything. Chen Hua was sitting on the corridor. She had no spirit. She didn't forget the pulse image of song Ningyu. She didn't breathe at all! The snow emperor seemed to be ten years old in an instant. The faint white hair, which was still faint, is now clearly visible!

The snow emperor tightly held song Ningyu's Begonia hairpin. The whole person was a little nervous. It seemed that when she first left her, the 13-year-old child lay on her fake body, hugged her tightly, didn't say a word, and didn't even cry. At that time, hidden in the dark, she wanted to hug and tell her that her mother wasn't dead, but she couldn't.

Now Song Ningyu is lying in the room, and his breath is so weak that he can hardly detect. The snow emperor, who was originally high above, is sitting on the corridor. The whole person shrinks into a ball. His eyes are staring at the closed door. The whole person has an unspeakable silence. It seems that the person who is about to die is not song Ningyu, but the snow emperor, And the expressionless Gong Zilin who has been hurt all over!

Your majesty, who is high above, is now shrinking in the corridor without image. The noble and elegant long hair pulled up high has become a little messy. There are several hairpins hanging behind him. A figure in the corridor came quickly with a slight breath. She didn't expect that his Majesty's skill should be so deep!

"Your majesty!" is Lianqing. Lianqing is wet with her skirt. The skirt is upright and drops water slowly towards the wet corridor. The sound of rain becomes particularly silent in such a night. Lianqing subconsciously looks at the tightly closed door and jumps in her heart.

"Your Majesty, don't catch a cold!" the snow emperor stared at the door, suddenly burst into tears. She sat on the corridor, her eyes were stunned, and murmured in a low voice: "my yu'er was so lovely when she was a child. I remember that she was only one year old at that time, followed me and called my mother sweetly. Yu'er smiled so good at that time..."

"When she was seven years old, the Taifu suddenly married a mother and daughter and came back. At that time, she was happy to tell me that it was nice to have a sister with her..." song Ningxue, who came slowly, was slightly stunned. The step suddenly became heavy. She couldn't move. She had to stand where she was. Looking at the murmuring voice of the snow emperor, she suddenly felt that such a rainy night had become particularly cold.

"She said that someone would be able to accompany us in the future. She said that she was really happy. Yu'er at that time had a sincere heart. She still believed in the world. Later, my yu'er was bullied in every way in the government. She just told me that my sister had been outside for so many years, and life must be bad. Mom, let's just let it go."

Song Ningxue clenched her fist tightly and let it go? Who wants her? Do you think you grew up in that house is how delicate your body and meat are? Now it's not lost in her hands! Song Ningyu, no one can save you now! Song Ningyu's muscles and veins have been broken by her.

At the last palm, she can obviously feel that song Ningxue's chest and her heart are clearly broken. How can she live again!

The snow emperor held song Ningyu's hairpin in his hand and said in a choking tone: "Wei Xue poisoned me, so I took the opportunity to pretend to die. My yu'er held the body but didn't say a word... Later, she was taken by Ningxue as the queen and forced to marry Zi Lin. I saw all these..."

Her voice whispered softly. Gong Zilin stood quietly on the wooden column beside the corridor, allowing the rain to beat in and wet his already wet clothes. He hung his eyes and said nothing. He quietly looked at the rainy distance, and the green bamboo was bent by the wind and rain.

Kan Hua stood beside song Ningxue for a few steps, stretched out his hand to her and said coldly, "the prohibition of Ningyu needs to be resolved by misty decision. You hand over misty decision."

Song Ningxue took a step back. Her cold eyes were like a knife on Kan Hua's body. She took the misty decision in her hands into her skirt and sneered: "hand it in? I picked it up from the stone hall. Isn't it ridiculous if you say to hand it in!" kan Hua's eyes suddenly became cold and sharp.

The two fought on the corridor, from the corridor to the roof, countless tiles were lifted, and then hit the small bamboo forest on the side from the roof. There was chaos in the whole bamboo forest. The bamboo hit the people one after another. The snow emperor raised his hand, and the bamboo returned one after another, with a more fierce speed than before.

Gong Zilin looked at the closed door, his eyes dropped slightly, and he held it tightly. Song Ningyu! His song Ningyu!