Chapter 571

Mo Qingge's eyes brightened, and the tears in her eyes slowly fell.

She quickly picked up the shark tears, such as treasure like pinch in the palm, feel a faint breath fluctuation.

There are also breath fluctuations.

In this way, uncle Huang must still be alive!

In an instant, she seemed to see the hope, and she got up from the ground even though she broke her knee.

Slender jade hand, light holding the tears of the shark, along with the faint breath, panic in the corpse flow.

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang?"

She was covered with green silk, a pretty face covered with dust and tears. She walked around all the palaces of the king's Palace on foot, as if out of control, frightened and helpless.

If Uncle Huang has any mistakes, she doesn't want to live.

I don't know how long it took, even the sky darkened.

As she watched a corpse being disposed of, she noticed the fluctuation of the breath of the chimaera's tears, which became weaker and weaker, and she couldn't help getting more flustered.

"Uncle Huang, where are you? Where are you?" She was in a state of near collapse.

"Xiaoqingge."

After that, Huan Yu held her: "go back first. The demon army has gone to search. You can't find anything here by yourself."

Mo Qingge shook his head and pushed him away: "you let go of me, no matter I live or die, I want to see him!"

Without seeing uncle Huang, she was restless.

Even if it was just a corpse, she had to see it with her own eyes to believe it.

"Xiaoqingge, xiaoqingge..."

Before Huan Yu could continue to talk, the latter had already run away.

He sighed helplessly and had to follow.

This little Qingge is not easy to worry about!

Mo Qingge's footstep is a little flimsy, but he is aware of an increasingly close breath fluctuation.

So, she quickened her pace, unwilling to stop for a second, and rushed to another collapsed palace.

Everywhere are broken walls, corpses piled up all over the place, although there is a demon army in the clean-up, but it is still ugly.

The tears of the shark in the palm of his hand were shining with golden light, and his breath was fluctuating and getting closer and closer.

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang?"

Mo Qingge's legs and feet suddenly softened and fell to the ground, turning over and over in the pile of corpses and ruins.

In a moment, a pair of thin white hands, covered with blood, delicate face full of dust, and mixed with blood tears.

It looks a bit awkward.

Clear eyes, only a turbid silence, as lost soul.

Suddenly, the movement in her hand suddenly stopped, and her pupils stagnated.

"Uncle Huang..."

A piece of blood red came into our eyes.

Through the dim light, you can still see the man's face, which is as beautiful as jade. His face is covered with blood, and his white clothes are dyed red by blood.

Dazzling, just like the red clothes I saw in my dream that day.

In my dream, it was their wedding day.

Uncle Huang was also dressed in red, which was different from the past. He was a bit more demonic and gorgeous.

In the same way, he was so beautiful in red that he was heartbroken.

But today, the scene in the dream reappears. Mo Qingge never thought that his red clothes were stained with blood.

Dazzling, scarlet!

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang!"

Mo Qingge's mood, instant collapse, trembling phalanx embrace his cold body, cold as bones.

His eyes closed lightly, his face was bloodless, and he was already unconscious. His body was covered with scars and blood. He dyed his white clothes into red clothes and kept flowing out.

Thin ice lips light pursed, lips with a trace of red, haggard and fragile.

His body, cold to the extreme.

It's thousands of times colder than the body temperature of a dead person.

But Mo Qingge doesn't want to let go. He hugs his body tightly, trying to give him some warmth and give him some real body temperature.

"Uncle Huang, wake up."

"Uncle Huang, Ge'er is here. Open your eyes... Open your eyes to see Ge'er, OK?"

"Your majesty Magic feather just in time to catch up, face a little worried, asked, "xiaoqingge, your majesty, he shed so much blood, is not already dead?"

Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, and his brain was blank. He could no longer hear any sound.

In the past, in the face of the injured, even if the limbs were separated and the flesh and blood were blooming, she would not blink.

But at this time, she even a doctor should be indifferent, no longer exists.

She was never afraid of death, of corpses and blood, but of... The people she loved were in danger.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Huan Yu was more worried: "Xiao Qingge, you speak, he won't really die, will he?"

Mo Qingge curls up her fingers tightly, takes a deep breath, and tries to calm down.

Save people first, save people first!

She shakes her little hand and holds Gu Mian Mo's finger bone as long as jade.

There were several scratches on the palm of his hand. After a simple bandage on his wrist, he still exuded a lot of blood.

A long white hand, even if stained with blood, is also very good-looking.

His pulse condition is so weak that it may break at any time.

Life on the line

So, Mo Qingge low eyes, kiss his ice lips, gentle Xuanli, from the corner of the lip into his mouth.

Uncle Huang's injuries were mostly old ones, and he had just been stabbed by the God King.

The reason why he was in a coma was that he was injured and his Xuanli overdrawn too much.

The ice soul kills a formation, unexpectedly didn't hurt him a bit!

Therefore, it probably shows that the body of the emperor is stronger than that of the God King.

However, he is just a nine star God.

For a moment, even Mo Qingge was confused, but his heart was still hanging.

These old wounds are enough to kill him.

"Cough..."

Suddenly, Gu felt confused and coughed a few times, his long and narrow eyelashes moved a little, his finger bones moved, as if he had regained some consciousness.

Mo Qingge loosened her lips and said softly, "Uncle Huang?"

Women's soft voice, more and more close, gently around the ear, like a breeze, clear spring across the fingertips.

Cool

Gu Mian Mo slowly opened his eyes. The moment he regained consciousness, his whole body was cut by a blunt knife. The sharp pain in his heart spread all over his body.

He gasped, and then he saw the little face coming close to him.

It's his song.

"Song er..."

"Uncle Huang." See him open his eyes, Mo Qingge tears into a smile, cry spent small face, finally show a smile.

Gu Mian Mo gently raised her hand and caressed her bloody face. It was self-evident that she was distressed.

I can't seem to believe my eyes.

"Uncle Huang thought he would never see you again." His tone, gentle with a bit of worry about gain and loss.

At that moment when his eyes were black, his Xuanli was overdrawn, and he was pierced by ten thousand swords. His old wounds recurred. He thought that he had returned to the dust.

When he was dying, his only wish was to see her again.