Chapter 539

Qiyun hall, Qingcheng Pavilion.

When Mo Qingge returned to the inner hall, Gu Mian Mo was unconscious and in a coma on the couch. His face was pale, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his eyebrows were slightly frowning, as if he was suffering from great pain.

"Queen demon, you are back at last." Feng Xi guards at the bedside, look flustered, "come and have a look, your Majesty's condition is not good!"

A word, like a bolt from the blue, fell in the heart of Mo Qingge.

She took a cold breath, went forward in a hurry, squatted down beside the bed, touched the pulse of the ink, and suddenly felt a disorder, broken, and desolation.

There's something else

It's just that she can't clearly perceive what this strange thing is.

All I know is that there are more bad things than good ones!

In a moment, Mo Qingge bit her lower lip and turned pale.

"The queen." Mo Liang asked anxiously, "how is your Majesty's injury? Is it very serious?"

"Mo Liang, Feng Xi." Mo Qingge turned his head and said seriously, "tell me the truth, your majesty, did he take baizhuandan?"

Otherwise, it is clear that his spirit has been broken to pieces, but he can't feel it.

The only explanation is that baizhuan Dan is making a cover for her!

"This..."

Two people look at each other, hesitant, dare not speak.

Your majesty has told you not to tell the queen of demons about it, so they dare not say it.

"Human life matters. Don't play tricks on me!" Mo Qingge roars, and his mood seems to be out of control.

At this time, what else can we hide?

If you keep hiding like this, uncle Huang will die!

"Ah?" Mo Liang was stunned. Realizing the seriousness of the matter, he asked, "Your Majesty, he..."

Mo Qingge interrupted him coldly: "I ask you again, did Uncle Huang take baizhuandan?"

Feng Xi sighed helplessly and said:

"Yes."

A word, let her mood sink to the bottom, all thoughts are lost.

Mo Qingge was black in front of her eyes, and her legs and feet were soft. She suddenly collapsed beside the bed, and her pink fist was tightly clenched. In her eyes, there was a string of crystal clear.

She tried to suppress the mood in her heart: "therefore, the yuan Shen of Uncle Huang has been destroyed."

In the tone, in addition to the heart like a knife, there is regret.

Why didn't she see it, why didn't she even see it?

If she had found any difference, it would not have been so.

Heartbreaking tears flow down the corner of the eye, nails embedded in the palm, blood flowing out of the palm, scarlet.

"Empress demon, don't be sad." Mo Liang hesitated and comforted, "Feng Xi said that with Mo's strength, even if he lost all the yuan Shen, he would not die immediately, as long as he soared within a year..."

"It's no use." Mo Qingge interrupted him, calm and desperate, "Uncle Huang used Xuanli again, the injury is too serious, it will aggravate the damage of Yuanshen."

"His breath, at most... Can last for three days."

Even if Uncle Huang now has the strength to ascend to the God King, he will not be able to ascend with such a heavy injury.

More powerless, soaring in three days

"What?"

Hear here, Feng Xi and Mo Liang are scared not light.

"Demon, demon queen." Feng Xi thought she was joking, "you mean, your majesty has only three days left?"

Her lips slightly open, indifferent tone full of despair: "at most, three days."

A line of clear tears, grief, heartache suddenly swept.

For the first time, I feel what despair is like.

Watching her beloved fall a little, she was helpless and could do nothing.

There is no more sorrow than death of heart. That's it.

The thunderbolt made the inner hall calm down.

At this time, the elder standing at the back said weakly: "the hall, the Lord of the hall, the herbal medicine has been distributed, and the antidote and rotten corpse water can be refined tomorrow morning. Do you want to solve it earlier?"

Although he knew that it was not the right time to say such a thing.

But thousands of lives in Dongdu can't be delayed for a day.

Mo Qingge shakes his head, and his mind is in a mess: "get out, get out, get out for me!"

She has lost her mind: "my husband is in danger, how do you want me to save others?"

Her sky seems to have collapsed.

She can't even save uncle Huang. Where is she in the mood to save others?

If the emperor's uncle is gone, what's the point even if she saves tens of millions of people?

"Yes

The elder didn't want to say more, so he had to withdraw for a while.

"Demon queen..." Mo Liang and Feng Xi are also worried, but they don't know what to say.

"All out, all out!" Mo Qingge speaks coldly, and her mood is so out of control that she doesn't want to see anyone.

Two people look at each other, although uneasy, but still quietly back out, gently with the door.

Mo Qingge sits beside the bed, tears like broken beads, can't stop.

Holding Gu's cold finger bone, she noticed that his palm was covered with frost.

It's biting, it's more biting.

His skin had lost its temperature, his breath was weak, and even his soul began to dissipate at a very slow speed.

The destruction of Yuanshen is equivalent to death.

When the spirit is gone, the breath will be gone.

At this point, there was almost no room for recovery. Even if she used the Ninth level pill, she could not return to heaven.

All thoughts are grey.

"Why should I keep it from Ge'er? Why am I the last one to know this time?"

Her voice, with a bit choked: "you already know that you can't live more than a year before you say that to Ge'er, right?"

"Unfortunately, at that time, Ge'er didn't understand what you were saying or your hint."

"Uncle Huang, Ge'er, please wake up. If you are really dead, what do you want Ge'er to do?"

"You're a liar. You haven't promised Ge'er's marriage yet. You've promised so many things to Ge'er, but you haven't promised them one by one. Ge'er won't allow you to default!"

"If you don't wake up, that song will have to go to hell to accompany you and be a pair of ghost ducks with you!"

"Uncle Huang, wake up, will you wake up?"

"Ge'er doesn't need any ten mile red makeup. Ge'er can't get married. Ge'er doesn't need anything. As long as you wake up and have a look at me, can you have a look at me?"

The heartrending cry rang through the inner hall, and the people outside the hall could hear it clearly, and they were very worried.

On the couch, the finger bone moved slightly, and a hot tear fell down the corner of his eye.

Warm, hot.

He could hear some of the songs.

He wanted to get up and stretch out his hand to wipe the girl's tears and comfort her.

But in any case, I couldn't wake up. I couldn't move. I just felt that my body was getting lighter and lighter, and I was about to separate from my soul.

He thought that he should not be far away from eclosion.