Chapter 572

He finally achieved this wish.

Maybe it's because the mind has some thoughts, and the obsession is too deep, that we are not willing to become immortal and return to chaos.

"I thought I'd never find you again." Ink song words fall, tears break the line.

Fortunately, he is still alive.

Gu felt Mo stretched out her hand and wiped the tears on her face. Her weak tone was a little spoiled: "little girl, how come her face is dirty, just like a little cat?"

And blood.

At that time, the feeling of heartache swept over my face.

Mo Qingge sucked his nose, reached out and wiped the tears on his face, but tears kept pouring out.

She is so ugly now.

"Why are you crying?"

Gu Mian Mo pulled the corner of her dress: "come on, uncle Huang, wipe it for you."

Mo Qingge is a little closer, but he kisses her and gently licks the tears on her face.

"Uncle Huang..." Mo Qingge dodged slightly, "dirty."

"It's not dirty." Instead, he hugged a little, gentle tone, such as the breeze across the heart.

This time, Mo Qingge didn't resist any more and let him "wipe" his tears.

His action, gentle to the extreme.

"Is Ge'er worried about me?" In a moment, he asked faintly.

"Well."

I'm so worried that I'm doomed.

The next second, Gu felt her lips. The smell of blood came to the tip of her tongue through the corner of her lips.

Mo Qingge was stunned and hugged him tightly. He closed his eyes and tears fell down the corner of his eyes.

It's all right, it's all right

Two people tightly kiss together, the air, as if all solidified in this instant.

One kiss, ten thousand years.

Huan Yu stood aside, covered his eyes with his hand, turned around and sighed helplessly.

He's here. It's a bit redundant.

"Cough..." for a long time, until the sweet smell in the throat could no longer be suppressed, Gu Mian Mo released his lips, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"How are you, uncle Huang?" She asked with concern.

Gu Mian Mo chuckled, pretending to tease: "suddenly see the song, I can't help it."

Mo Qingge

It's time. I still want to make fun of her.

"Let's go back to Liuli hall first." Mo Qingge bites his lower lip. He wants to lift him up, but he hugs him with his backhand.

"Uncle Huang..."

Gu mianmo hugged her tightly in his arms, leaned weakly on her shoulder, opened his lips and said, "Song Er, I can't walk any more."

Her heart "clattered" for a moment: "Uncle Huang, you wait, the song is going to send the mysterious array..."

After that, she hasn't got up yet, but she is held more tightly by Gu mianmo.

The chilling temperature, from the skin throughout her body.

His voice, low and light, seemed to break the line at any time: "Song Er, I'm so cold..."

"If you hold me more, don't let go... OK?"

"Well, I won't let go." Mo Qingge bit his lower lip and closed his eyes slightly. Tears ran down the corner of his eyes. "If Uncle Huang is tired, just close your eyes and have a rest."

When you lose too much blood, you will feel the extreme coldness, as if you are in endless chaos, even your consciousness will be solidified.

He doesn't want to close his eyes and just want to watch the song for a moment. He doesn't want to spend every minute with the song.

But his body is more and more heavy, piercing cold into the blood, into the heart, bone marrow.

Breaking, sinking, falling, annihilating

When his vision was completely dim, he felt that the last drop of blood in his body had also drained away.

Cold!

This is the only word left in the remaining consciousness.

……

Although the invading troops failed to enter the East China Sea, the Imperial Palace also suffered a lot from the power of one person and the terrorist explosion power of the ice soul killing array.

Because all the monsters in the East China Sea live on the sea floor, it is inconvenient for alchemists to make medicine. Therefore, there are not many alchemists and doctors in the East China Sea.

In order to cure the wounded soldiers in the royal palace as soon as possible, Mo Qingge immediately sent orders to Mo Xingchen, and hundreds of doctors and alchemists from Qiyun hall came to help the royal palace.

In addition, Qiyun hall devoted all of its resources and dispatched many healing drugs to support Donghai.

With this order, the wounded soldiers in the royal palace were treated quickly, and the East China Sea was restored to normal order in just one or two days.

For a while, the Qiyun hall and the East Military Department drew closer again. Not only the Donghai people praised it, but also the emperor began to change his view of moqingge.

This little girl seems to be different from the humble human who is greedy for vanity and wants to cling to the power.

Of course, Mo Qingge didn't do it to please or change his opinion.

She's just trying to help Uncle Huang.

After all, she is the future queen of the demon clan, and this little help is reasonable.

……

Liuli hall.

In the side hall, there are only two people, Mo Qingge and shengnv. There is an indestructible barrier in front of the door.

Leng Hongzhu sat on the bed with her eyes closed. She had a few silver needles on her shoulder. Around her, there was a steady stream of Xuanli waves.

The black and red poisonous blood flows out slowly along the silver needle. Mo Qingge sits behind her, and the mysterious force in her palm continuously pours into her body to force the poison out of her body.

Cold red candle wrist, also connected to a simple homemade blood transfusion device, blood in the slow input of her vein.

Her face, covered with a layer of pale paper color, suddenly, a mouthful of blood gushed out.

The whole body, as if a lot of light.

"Mother, how do you feel?" Mo Qingge takes back Xuanli and asks with concern.

Leng Hongzhu opened her eyes and said softly, "song, I'm ok."

"Really?"

Mo Qingge felt happy and touched her pulse again.

Most of the poisonous insects in the body have been eliminated. However, the mother has been poisoned for some time, and there are still some residual poisons. We need to take good care of them for some time to clear them.

"My own body, I can't understand it more clearly. Song Er, you don't have to worry about me any more." Cold red candle stroked her soft hair, words are gentle.

Mo Qingge chuckled and took out a porcelain vase from Chujie: "this is the detoxification pill I made with shangguanfeng's poisonous blood. In the future, my mother will take one every day. After about a month, the poisonous insects will be completely cleared."

After taking the porcelain vase, Leng Hongzhu said: "I know, Ge'er, you haven't closed your eyes for two days. Go to a rest party."

Ge'er has just recovered from her serious injury, but she has been wandering around the Royal Palace these two days, worried.

She saw it in her eyes and felt the pain in her heart.

"Well." Mo Qingge nodded and said, "I'll see if Uncle Huang wakes up first."

Otherwise, she would be uneasy.

"Song." Leng Hongzhu worried, "Mo'er can't wake up for a while and a half, but he is also worried about his life. Don't worry too much. Go to have a rest first."

Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, scratched a hard to hide loss in his eyes, pulled out a bitter smile and nodded.