Chapter 843

"You can't do this! Sister, if you die, what else can your brother-in-law do? You can't think about yourself. You also think about your brother-in-law!"

Song Ningyu looked at Gong Zilin sitting against the rockery. Her hands trembled constantly. She tightly held the medicine in her hand and swallowed it in front of the old man.

Seeing song Ningyu swallow, the old man turned away from the pavilion with a sneer. The young man looked down at Song Ningyu kneeling on the ground, and everyone fell into silence.

The little medical fairy suddenly pinched song Ningyu's neck like crazy and roared at her: "come on, spit it out, spit it out will be fine."

The young man's eyes were red, shook his head, and his tone was choked: "it's useless. The medicine will melt with water."

Song Ningyu stood up with some difficulty. She covered her stomach and took a breath. Then she said, "it's just a cycle of cause and effect."

The young man picked up the palace son and faced the dynasty. Song Ningyu said in a deep voice, "I'll take you to the guest room!"

The little doctor helped song Ningyu to follow the young man. She was in a cold sweat. She wiped her eyes and secretly looked at Song Ningyu's pale face like snow.

Through the winding corridor, you come to a yard full of magnolias. In this season, magnolias are in full bloom.

Song Ningyu blinked with some difficulty. She suddenly seemed to see a man sitting quietly in a wheelchair under the Magnolia. He was white and rose with the wind, and the Magnolia fell with the wind. He suddenly smiled at her, just as at the beginning, clean and pure.

Pure element.

Song Ningyu didn't have time to think about it. After stepping into the door, there was a strong pain! She held her hands tightly, and her powerful internal force resisted the pain. Blood seeped from her clenched fist and fell on the white jade ground drop by drop, blooming like a bloody plum blossom.

The boy carried Gong Zilin to song Ningyu's bedroom and hurried over, but saw song Ningyu standing in the hall sweating, and blood dripping from her fingertips.

Little doctor Xian was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He didn't know where to put the needle, and didn't dare to stop song Ningyu.

Song Ningyu of the young Dynasty scolded: "you can't use internal power! The stronger the internal power, the more powerful the counterattack is!"

Song Ningyu's delicate eyebrows wrinkled fiercely. Her fierce rut returned to her internal power. Her whole blood seemed to have countless knives picking her bones. She bit her teeth and said in a deep voice, "you all... Get out."

Surprised, the little doctor stood beside song Ningyu and cried, "I won't go! Sister, you let me accompany you, I won't go!"

The boy looked at Song Ningyu, gritted his teeth and dragged the little doctor, but said, "let's go! There's nothing to help here. She'll hurt day and night. This is just the beginning!"

The little doctor fairy was dragged out of the room by the young Mu su. As soon as he walked out of the room, he saw the old man standing at the door with both hands, looking at the magnolia tree in the yard, his eyes slightly red.

There was an occasional dull, painful hum in the room, nothing else.

The boy knows that the medicine will kill her resistance, blind and crippled legs. On the contrary, it will greatly improve her internal power. If she is possessed by the devil at that time, then

The drizzle was falling. The little doctor stared at the good old man and angrily scolded, "Why are you so thick skinned! I dare to feed my heart to the dog after living so old!"

The old man looked at the misty sky and suddenly asked softly, "snow Emperor... Is she okay?"

The little doctor fairy was slightly stunned, stared at the old man and said angrily, "hum, why should I tell you? You hurt her daughter like this, and you still have the face to ask her? I tell you, if your sister has something to do, your majesty snow emperor will not let you go even if he is a ghost!"

The old man sighed long, and a sentence came from the air.

If I can hate her, I'd rather she be a ghost than let me go.

The little doctor turned her eyes and felt that most of the man was ill. She lay down at the door and listened to the movement inside. Her claws were scratching her heart and lungs. She couldn't stop for a moment!

Song Ningyu stood at the door of the bedroom. She moved her steps and walked towards the bed where Gong Zilin was lying step by step. She fell to the side of the bed. She didn't even have any extra strength.

She fell down under the bed, turned her head and looked softly at the pale Gong Zilin. This time, she was careless! She also realized what weakness means!

Tang clan, this time, she lost inexplicably!

Song Ningyu stretched out a cold hand full of blood and tightly pulled Gong Zilin's hand. She muttered at the corners of her lips and couldn't even shout out a pain.

She was sweating all over and lying on the ground. The ground gradually formed a pool of blood. She held Gong Zilin's hand with one hand and caressed her abdomen with the other. Blood slipped from both sides in her eyes.

Abdominal pain is a thousand times more painful than physical pain.

Her world was so quiet that she seemed to see the figure of the snow Emperor

All around her was pure white. The snow emperor walked slowly down from the throne, holding a sun and moon Scepter in his hand, dressed in a purple and gold robe, as noble as a goddess. She came to her step by step, her face was soft and full of pity. She put down her scepter, knelt beside song Ningyu and held her in her arms.

Song Ningyu murmured at the corners of her lips, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her tone was a little hoarse: "Mom... I hurt."

"Good boy, you want to live, you know? You must live." Nalan Xue smiled warmly, like the sunshine in spring. Her warm hand slowly stroked her face. Song Ningyu shook her head, and two lines of clear tears fell from her ears.

Snow emperor's gentle and compassionate face gradually dispersed, and finally became pure. Pure stroked her long hair, and the smile on her very similar face was full of heartache.

He said, "don't sleep, Ning Yu, don't sleep. You're just a big disaster."

The surrounding environment is changing rapidly. She is standing on the roof of the stargazing building on Huangdao. At her feet are thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. In front of her eyes are the mottled stars, and beside her is Chunsu's warm and soft smile.

Chunsu looked at her with a smile full of doting and heartache: "do you want to see the people today?"

Song Ningyu was dressed in white and formed the same color with Chunsu. She nodded and was held in her arms by Chunsu. They walked through the crowd as if they were transparent. Everything in front of them was like walking on a horse and watching the lights. There was more melancholy and resentment on people's faces, less joy and laughter.

Chunsu rubbed song Ningyu's long hair. They came to the door of a dilapidated home. Song Ningyu stared at the six people in the family and felt a pain in his heart.

The man in the family sold his two young daughters to Hualou and forced his two sons to make money, but he smoked heavily at home and even beat and scolded his wife.