Chapter 557

Haishisan and xuanyiwei finally failed to bring back the blood devil and went back to the palace dejectedly.

Ji Mingxiu didn't sleep much. When Qiao Wei was warm, she got up.

When haishisan reported to him, he was sitting in Yunzhu room.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Yunzhu quietly.

Yunzhu's expression is very silent.

Hai shisan said with shame: "I'm to blame for walking too slowly. If I had taken a step earlier, I would have brought back the blood devil's body before the avalanche."

He said that, in fact, he was not slow. The snow closed the mountain, and every step was difficult. Of course, it was possible to say whether it could be faster, but after all, he did not expect the Hang Seng accident, so he did not take the speed to get reincarnated.

He lowered his head and did not dare to look at Yunzhu's eyes.

Cloud bead lightly opened a mouth: "life should be like this, don't blame you."

"Er..." Haishisan looked at Ji Mingxiu and Xiang Yunzhu with some embarrassment. "Don't be too sad, madam Yun. You can't come back from death. This time It's also an accident. He's been held for so many years. He's full of resentment. When he comes out, he wants to kill anyone. "

Haishisan couldn't go on. He didn't know what he was going to express.

Cloud bead says calmly: "you go busy."

Hai shisan said, "I'll go."

After haishisan left, there were only Yunzhu and jimingxiu left in the room.

Yunzhu said: "I know you hate him. You almost killed Xiaowei..."

Ji Mingxiu interrupted: "Neidan was given to me by himself."

Cloud bead a Leng.

Ji Ming paused and said, "the priest's sword stabbed him. He could have blown himself up, so I probably couldn't live. I said to him, you are my grandmother."

Yunzhu was stunned.

……

"Ah -"

in the secret room, King Yin was suddenly frightened. He stepped back several steps and fell on the cold ground.

What's this?

Isn't he dead?

How did you open your eyes again?

Isn't it just your own eyes?

The king of Yin wanted to confirm again, but suddenly there was a small sound of footsteps outside the door. In a hurry, the king of Yin had to lift the tablecloth and get in.

The prince of the great Liang Dynasty, the head of the little church of the Holy Church, even once got into the table. It was a real joke.

The door opened and several women came in.

King Yin pasted his eyes on the floor and looked at the people coming through the gap between the tablecloth and the ground. Unfortunately, he could only see a few pairs of embroidered shoes.

"You two, guard the door. Don't let anyone in."

It's the voice of the lotus protector.

"Yes."

Two female disciples went out.

Lianhufa said: "you, tie him up."

Two female disciples tied the blood devil tightly to the cot with the dragon chain.

From the angle of King Yin, he couldn't see what the lotus Dharma protector was doing to the blood devil, but he heard the sound of the surgical tools and the blood devil's pain.

"Hold on!" Lotus Dharma sink voice way.

Two disciples, one head and one tail, hold down the blood devil who is constantly twitching and struggling.

Without the blood pill, the blood devil can also feel the normal pain, and his veins jump with pain.

King Yin carefully lifted the tablecloth. He wanted to see what the old witch was doing, but she turned her back to him and blocked his sight.

I don't know how long later, the blood devil on the cot didn't struggle.

The lotus Dharma protector tidied up and left with the female disciple.

Make sure that people have gone far, Yin Wang just cold sweat straight from the bottom of the table to climb out.

When he came to the bed, he looked like a blood devil washed by blood. His hands and feet were still tied by the dragon chain. He just struggled so hard that the skin and flesh of his wrists and ankles were worn out, and his bones were visible.

But there is no blood pill in the blood devil's body, and it can't repair itself any more.

"Ah." The king of Yin bravely called, stretched out his hand, and explored the breath of the blood devil.

King Yin calmed down, hesitated for a while, turned around and went out of the room.

Instead of looking for Yunsu, he went back to his house and looked at the first beauty who was eating meat and drinking wine. He said solemnly, "do something for me."

The first beauty put down half of the braised meat and looked at him with a smile: "you kiss me, I'll help you."

King Yin's heart twitched: "you didn't ask anything."

The first beauty lifted her thick hair: "anything is OK."

A quarter of an hour later, King Yin's lips were red and swollen, his brain was short of oxygen, his clothes were messy, his eyes were lax, and he was lying on the bed that was about to collapse.

The first beauty half satisfied out of the yard, rowed a boat across the river, so she went to the Silver Lake Island.The female disciples on the island didn't know her, but no one stopped her.

Another boatman was unloading the cargo. He had only moved one box. After seeing the first beauty, he decisively added another box!

If you don't work hard, you will lose your job!

The first beauty sneaks into the secret room where the blood devil is kept, breaks the dragon chain, puts the half dead blood devil into the box, and swaggers onto the boat.

After the first beauty steals the blood devil out of Yinhu Island, she doesn't send it to King Yin as agreed, but turns down the mountain.

She carried a box down the mountain, and the gatekeepers didn't stop her.

The first beauty rented a carriage in the city and sent the big box to the palace all the way.

After seeing Yunzhu, she said solemnly: "grandma, the Lord asked me to bring it to you. I don't know what's in the box. He only asked me to give it to you in person."

Yunzhu slowly opened the box and looked at it. The whole person was dumbfounded.

……

It was the night after the blood devil woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a man sitting at the head of the bed.

She fell asleep on the bed post, her silver hair falling on her shoulder.

Years left traces on her face. She was no longer a young girl.

The blood devil looked at her.

The cloud bead body shape is in a flash, shake wake up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the blood devil looking at himself with integrity.

The blood devil's face changed its expression at an unimaginable speed, and the corner of his lip raised a smile: "Jie Jie ~"

Yunzhu reached out his cold hand and touched his forehead.

The blood devil's sneer froze.

"It's not hot." Yunzhu drew back his hand and went to see the wound on his body which was strangled by the long Xun chain. The wrist and ankle had been treated, and the one on his shoulder needed to be treated again.

Yunzhu took the medicine.

He is the body of the blood devil. Before taking out the blood pill, there is no injury that he can't repair. There are almost no old wounds on his body, except the scar nailed by zhenhun in his heart.

Cloud bead pretended not to see, to his new wound on the medicine.

The soup on the stove is ready.

Yunzhu poured a bowl for him.

He doesn't drink.

Yunzhu said, "after drinking the medicine, I'll take you to the city."

The blood devil looks at Xiang Yunzhu coldly.

Yunzhu put a clean set of men's clothes on the bed: "haishisan, you can make do with it. I'll buy you a new one on the street later."

The blood devil opened the quilt and looked under himself. He was all naked. He put his head under the quilt.

Yunzhu turned and went out.

The blood devil drank the medicine obediently and put on his clothes. When he came out, he was unexpectedly in good spirits.

Hiding in Yan feijue's room, Hai shisan, who opened a small window to observe the two people's movements, smacked his mouth: "it's really abnormal. The blood pills have been dug. How can they be so lively?"

Yan feijue threw an orange into his mouth and said, "I can't do it back."

Haishisan took off his shoes and smashed them!

The ghost king once lost the poison pill, but the ghost king lived happily. He not only lived, but also produced a new poison pill. What kind of blood devil is not under the ghost King's talent? I'm afraid it's going to be a miracle, isn't it?

Yunzhu took the blood devil to the street.

The appearance of the blood devil is still a little strange. Yunzhu puts down his hair and covers his ears.

Because it was dark at night, few people noticed him.

"You haven't spent the night in Liangcheng, have you?" Asked Yunzhu.

The blood devil doesn't talk.

Cloud bead first took him into a clothing shop, gave him a new set of clothes, a pair of warm boots.

Clothes are his favorite color, ink brocade, matte fabric.

The button is crooked.

Yunzhu helped him button the buttons one by one.

The blood devil looked at her, raised his hand and touched the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Cloud bead wry smile: "old."

Blood devil's eyes swept a white plum hairpin on the shelf.

When he came out of the shop, there was one more thing in his hand. He had been buried under the wide sleeve and pulled it tightly to prevent Yunzhu from seeing it.

Yunzhu pretended not to see it.

Yunzhu takes him to a time-honored mutton shop. There are tables inside and outside the shop, but the business is so good that every place is full.

Yunzhu asked for a hand scratched bone, a pot of sheep and scorpion, a bottle of horse milk wine, a can of butter milk tea, a small milk skin and several big cakes, packed in a food box, and got on the carriage.

"Take you to enjoy the snow." Said Yunzhu.

The coachman was Hai shisan. As soon as he heard that he wanted to enjoy the snow, he immediately drove the carriage to a beautiful Pavilion.

Today is also strange, even the pavilion is full.Yunzhu doesn't like to join in the fun, and the blood devil doesn't like it.

Yunzhu chooses a big rock on the other side of the mountain, which is under a white plum tree.

Now is not the season of plum blossom, but I do not know why, the plum trees are all in full bloom.

Sitting on the rock, you can see half of the cool city at night. On the left is the snow mountain, and on the right there are thousands of lights.

The blood devil thinks the scenery here is good and sits down quietly on the rock.

Yunzhu sat down next to him and put the food box on his other side.

He looked at the lights of the city, but he didn't know what to think, and he was a little lost.

"Is it good?" Asked Yunzhu.

He did not speak.

Yunzhu knew that he would say that he was just angry with her.

Cloud bead took out horse milk wine, poured a bowl to him: "drink some wine to warm the body."

He reached out his lean hand, took the bowl and took a draught.

Cloud bead force oneself not to see, he obviously withered a big circle of hand, carry out a small milk skin: "try this again."

He put down the bowl and went to get the milk skin. As soon as he pinched a piece, his fingertips shook and the milk skin fell into the plate again.

I can't even hold a piece of milk skin Cloud bead's eye circles suddenly some red, but did not help him.

He finally picked up the skin and put it into his mouth.

Cloud bead put down the small milk skin, and took a hand to scratch the bone and handed it to him: "it's still hot, you try, see if there's something delicious in Cloud City."

He didn't move.

Cloud bead oneself ate a mouthful, larynx some bilge painful, but the tone says as usual: "I feel pretty good."

He took the grip.

He didn't hold it firmly and fell into the snow with a scratch.

He stooped to pick it up.

Yunzhu stopped him: "there is more here."

He bent down obstinately, held back the pain of his stomach wound being torn, and picked up the hand bone that had been bitten by Yunzhu.

Yunzhu choked: "I still I didn't think of the past, but I I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't remember Sorry I'm sorry... "

Blood Devil: "cloud, pearl."

……

Qiao Zheng sighed: "all his blood marrow has been drained. I can't feel his pulse at all. It's reasonable to say that he should have been a dead man if he was injured like this He's here with a sense of obsession. If there's anything he wants to do, let's go now. "

……

"Sorry..." "I'm sorry..."

The blood devil closed his eyes as if he were asleep.

In his right hand, he held the bone of the unfinished hand, and in his left hand, he held the white plum hairpin that had not come and sent out.

A gust of night wind blowing, blowing on the branches of the plum.

The plain white petals fell down.

Fall on the cloud bead is full of tears on the face, also fall on his peaceful face.