Chapter 321

After taking the token, the empress was a little satisfied.

The demon emperor's gold order is used for amnesty. As long as you have a token in your hand, you can amnesty Xiao Cheng.

After collecting the token, empress Sheng's tone eased a lot: "Mo'er, are you ok? Empress mother can call the imperial doctor for you?"

"No need..."

Gu mianmo's heart was lost.

If she had not got the token, she would not care about him at all, would she?

"Empress saint, just have me here. There's no need to call the imperial doctor." Qing Ye said.

"Good." The holy empress happily nodded, "Qing Yejun, Mo'er will give it to you, and we will be relieved. Then we will leave first."

As if a perfunctory word left behind, the holy queen took the token and left the bedroom with satisfaction.

Sleep hall, gradually restored calm.

Qing night helplessly sighed a breath, in the heart still some indignation.

Demon clan, are a group of cold-blooded things!

"Cough... Cough..."

There was another violent cough, a weak voice, which seemed to be broken at any time.

Gu Mian Mo panted heavily. Every time he coughed, he would tear the wound and burst, twisting his pretty eyebrows into a ball.

His body was cold, but he was soaked in cold sweat. Blood flowed into his neck along the corner of his lips.

The cold and piercing pain spread from the apex of his heart and penetrated into his blood, occupying his consciousness. It was like a thousand arrows penetrating through his heart and breaking away from his flesh. Even breathing, it was like swallowing glass.

The voice in my ear was gradually confused and blurred, and my vision became dim. My throat was like a knife, and I couldn't spit out a word.

Pain!

This is the only word left in his mind.

He usually suffered from cold and poison attack. Although he suffered like hell, fortunately, he had deep Xuanli and endured it for so many years.

But now, he has just lost half his life. His fragile body can't bear the pain of gouging out his heart and bones.

I'm not far from death.

"Younger martial brother, don't be angry, let me see your injury!"

Qing Yexiu's eyebrows slightly frowned, and anxiously pulled open his chest. The ferocious and dazzling blood hole was exposed, which was right in his heart.

The dripping wound was torn so deeply that it could not be seen to the end.

What's more, the deep wound is still festering and eroding at the speed visible to the naked eye!

In addition, he had countless wounds, large and small, which were eroding at a very fast speed.

Rao Shiqing, who was used to seeing bloody pictures, couldn't help taking a cold breath and sweating.

He had never seen such a terrible injury.

In fact, with my younger martial brother's strength, even if I give Mo Qingge my life, I won't die.

Although cold poison and ice spirit incense tormented him for many years, they didn't kill him yet.

However, the younger martial brother just finished his life for the woman, and the essence was greatly damaged. He didn't have enough Xuanli in his body to resist the poisonous hair, so that the poison would suddenly invade the heart and viscera.

Now, I'm afraid it's more dangerous than good!

Qing night finger bone tight curl up, canthus slide a drop of tears, heart like a knife.

"Younger martial brother, open your eyes and look at me."

If the younger martial brother is in such a coma, he will probably never wake up again.

Qing night's voice, Gu quilt ink can't hear clearly, narrow long eyelashes slightly Xi move, cold sweat repeatedly.

Feel his breath more and more weak, Qing night is more confused: "even if, even if don't want to see me, think about your little demon, don't you want to see Mo Qingge?"

Mo Qingge

It seems that he is very sensitive to this name. He reluctantly regains his half distraction and opens his eyes

"Song er..."

His head was so chaotic that he could only see a human figure in a trance. There were bursts of hallucinations in front of him.

"Song er..."

Trembling phalanx, grabbing Qing Ye's arm, said in a confused way: "Song Er, don't go..."

Hear him to hold own arm, but shout the name of Mo Qingge, Qing night in the heart "clap Deng" for a while, very not taste.

Gu peimo's consciousness was so confused that he was not sober. However, he lost his mind and said:

"Ge'er, don't be angry with Uncle Huang... Uncle Huang is wrong..."

He grasped Qing Ye's arm tightly for fear that as soon as he let go, he would not see anything.

"That's enough!" Qing night wants to get rid of him, "Mo Qingge, do you only think about Mo Qingge? She's the one who made you look like this! "

Speaking of it, Mo Qingge is really the disaster of younger martial brother!

Three years ago, because of that woman, my younger martial brother destroyed Loulan palace, and launched the war between the human race and the demon race.

Now, she even gave her life, but the woman didn't know how to be grateful.

Is it really worth it?

"Don't push me away..." Gu mianmo grabbed his arm, weak tone, panic, "cough..."

"Geer, I'm so cold... Will you hold uncle Huang?"

His voice, a faint pain.

Qing night's cuff is about to be torn off by him. Knowing that his words are all for Mo Qingge, his heart is as painful as a needle.

"You see who I am!"

He was forced to release his hand. Gu's ink coughed blood continuously. As soon as his confused consciousness was restored, he was occupied by endless torture.

Vaguely, I heard some sounds clearly.

It turns out, it's not his song

Geer, I'll never see him again.

That's fine.

He's like this now. If he calls song Er to see her, it will only scare her.

Hate him, so, if he died, the little girl will not be sad.

This meeting, Ge'er should get together with her mother.

His little girl, so cheerful and lively, white as jade, and his dark, hands covered with blood, how worthy of singing?

He is not afraid of piercing the heart, not afraid to endure the pain of piercing the heart and crushing the body.

I'm afraid that in the future, his little girl will be sad, no one will wipe her tears, his girl will be wronged, no one will show up for her, his girl will be frightened, no one will hold her in his arms and protect her all the time.

He was afraid that his song would be lonely and wandering, and he would not find a person who really treated her.

Ice soul's pale lip color spills a trace of enchanting blood red, and Gu's stiff finger bone covers his heart.

Boundless pain, piercing heart and bone, ravaged every inch of his skin, every meridian.

If he died, no one would be sad.

…………

Three or five days suddenly passed, as usual.

Mo Qingge's brother and sister stay in the water moon hall. Every day, she first gives diagnosis and treatment to the holy girl, and treats the residual poison in the holy girl's body.

After that, she went to Xingyun Xuan to treat Shangguan Feng.

The rest of the time, in addition to accompany the saint to eat, all alone nest in the space XuanZhen practice.

In fact, she is the Savior of the saint, so she is accepted as a adopted daughter by the saint.

Most of the disciples of Qiyun hall dare not doubt this too much.