Chapter 612

He never hoped that his master would cry because of him.

But when he saw his master's tears fall for him, he felt very precious and wanted to treasure them carefully.

"Xuanli, don't say it." Mo Qingge's nose is sour, and his mood seems to be out of control. "Even if it's poor and blue, I will repair the Xuanwen bracelet. I will revive you... I will revive you!"

Stabbing tears, instant broken line.

Mo Qingge's tone, heartache and despair, is like a clear spring flowing into his heart.

With master's words, even if he wants to go to hell, he is willing to live forever.

"Master." Xuanli's delicate face showed a faint smile and said faintly, "Xuanli is really happy to be held by his master."

Mo Qingge hugs him, only to feel that his body is lighter and lighter, so light that it will be eclosion and annihilation at any time.

Tearful eyes, sorrowful

"Xuanli has never regretted what he has done for his master." The corner of his lips was stained with red. He opened his lips and said, "because... Because Xuanli really... Really likes his master."

Mo Qingge's trembling hands are solidified, and her face shows consternation.

Because Xuanli really likes his master.

An understatement, like a bolt from the blue, fell on her heart again.

"You, you..."

For a moment, she was incoherent.

Xuanli seldom expresses his emotions, but he is always silent and calm.

He would never have said that if he had not been deeply in love.

She never thought that there was a person who had been guarding her for more than ten years, but buried her love in the bottom of her heart, never known by her.

His love, has always been the spring breeze and drizzle, careful.

When the words fell, Xuanli closed his eyes, and the last trace of his soul dissipated and turned into flying plumes, which fluttered to the sky.

"Xuanli, Xuanli!"

Mo Qingge embraces the air and shouts his name at the top of his voice. However, he still watches as the plumes disappear from the air.

Clear tears slide down the cheek, has become cold without temperature.

"Xuanli... Xuanli, no!"

Her voice has been choked to silence, heartbroken, chest bursts of surging.

The next second, the heart, a blood gushing out.

Blood mixed with tears, covered with her white face, beautiful.

A heart, as if melted to ashes.

"Xuanli!"

Cry of despair, resounding through the sky, sorrow into the bone marrow.

She watched Xuanli die, but she could do nothing.

A drop of tears, but enough to cry heartbroken.

Chilly

"Master..." at this time, the small meow from her sleeve, worried and said, "master, how are you?"

"Cough..."

After coughing several times, Mo Qing felt that his chest was full of turbulence, and his viscera would be vomited out with the blood.

With a click, the white barrier was cut open. The jailer in white came in from the outside and said impatiently:

"What's the noise? Don't you want to live?"

Mo Qingge, holding the ground in one hand, with a touch of red in his lips, struggled to get up.

If you move, you'll be in agony.

She raised her eyes, staring coldly at the jailer, her blood red eyes full of anger.

It was their men who killed Xuanli!

They are the culprits!

Her anger rose in an instant. Her fingers curled up tightly. A strong force of suction forced the jailer's body to come over. Her slender little hand held him by the neck.

"You... You let go!" The jailer was strangled in the air and gasped for a while, "let me go, let me go..."

Isn't this girl seriously injured? How can she be so fierce?

It's like losing your mind.

"You killed Xuanli, you killed him!" Every word is full of hatred.

The strength of the phalanx is getting heavier.

The sound of broken bones and the scream of prison guards came to my ears: "ah --"

"I'll kill you!"

Mo Qingge's mood is out of control. The violent Xuanli condenses his palm. With a click, Shengsheng breaks his throat.

"Ah --"

The next second, she threw out the body of the jailer, full of blood, but still difficult to calm down.

Whether it's the world of heaven or the world of heaven, today, she has hurt her spirit. Even if she gives up her life, she will make these people pay the price!

Now, she's going out!

Mo Qingge lowered her eyes, looked at the chain that shackled her feet, and put up a palm.

Bang!

Who knows, that Ling Suofei didn't lose half a point, but tightened some, strangled her ankle layer upon layer.

Dazzling red, gushing out.

"Master, no!" Seeing the situation, Xiao Miao quickly stopped and said, "this spirit rope will be more and more tight when it meets Xuanli!"

If it goes on like this, it will break her ankle.

There is no weapon in hand, and you can't use Xuanli. The feeling of powerlessness suddenly surges into your heart.

Mo Qingge laughs at himself, and his heart falls to the bottom of the valley. He tries to pull the spirit rope away with his bare hands.

She kept pulling the cord, trying her best. Her fingernails were broken, and her fingers were covered with blood. The cord was still in place.

"Why not, why not?" She was out of control, choked, and almost desperate.

No, she must go out. She must go out today!

"Master."

Meow leaned down to the ground and licked her bloody hand painfully: "master, don't pull, let meow chew it for you."

When he said that, he gnawed on the hard cord, and his teeth bumped,

How hard!

However, for the sake of the master, it gave up!

Now that the jailer is dead and the gate of the heaven prison is opened, he must gnaw off the spirit rope as soon as possible to save his master.

……

The king's palace, the glazed palace.

When the doctor finished the pulse for the people on the couch, he got up and reported to them: "tell the two kings that the cold poison in your Majesty's body has been suppressed for a while, but..."

At this point, he did not dare to say any more.

"Just what?" Feng Xi hastily asks a way.

The imperial doctor bowed his head and squeezed out the sentence with a pale face: "it's just that his life is not long..."

Your Majesty's injury is too serious, and the spirit has been destroyed, so it is difficult to recover.

Today's body, it is equivalent to half a foot has stepped into the coffin.

Whether we can wake up or not is an unknown number.

A short sentence, like a bolt from the blue, fell on their hearts.

My life is not long

"Your Majesty's life is not long, and xiaoqingge has been captured by xuanyuanchi. What should we do now?" The voice of magic feather is full of eagerness.

Feng Xi sighed a little, eyes red, despair has fallen to the bottom.

Who can tell her what she should do?

"You step back first." Mo Liang waved his hand and spoke faintly, indicating the imperial doctor to step down first.

"Yes

At this time, his mind was in a mess, so at a loss for the first time.

Is it true that his demon clan is doomed to this disaster?

Finger bone tightly curled up, Feng Xi decided: "Mo Liang, take good care of your majesty, I'll try to go to the divine world!"