After he was relieved, he almost blurted out and asked, "why can't he live long?"

Ye Ning did not tell him that he was a spiritual envoy, because it not only related to the secret, but also related to Mu Qianxun's life and death.

She just said that she had a rare genetic disease and could die at any time. Even mu Qianxun was helpless.

After hearing this, Qingliu's whole face didn't have any blood color.

He has been looking for it for more than ten years, and it's hard to find Ning'er.

But on the day they met again, they learned that Ning'er's life was not long.

Such a blow to him is undoubtedly huge.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

When ye Ning saw him like this, he said, "in life, death is inevitable. I'm just dying early. You don't have to be too sad. "

How can Qingliu not be sad? That's his Ning'er!

He would rather die himself than his son.

"There must be a way. Qianxun can't, there are nine songs. He is a ghost doctor, and his medical skills are not inferior to those of Qianxun. " When he said this, his voice trembled, and a strange blush appeared around his eyes, as if he were going to cry the next moment.

Ye Ning felt guilty when he saw him like this. He frowned and lied: "Lord Mu has asked him to read it for me, and he can't help it. Life and death have a destiny. As a client, I've been open to it. Why don't you insist on it? "

"They can even save the dead. Why can't they save you who are alive. I don't believe it. I don't believe it. I'll go to them and beg them. There must be a way. " With these words, he turned to leave.

Seeing this, ye Ning quickly ran after him and hugged him from behind.

"It's no use... It's no use, brother Liu. Where there is still a glimmer of hope, how can I not strive to live. I don't want you, I don't want xuanran, I don't want everything now. But I can't help it. That's my life. "

Qingliu cried, and his whole body was shaking, and his heart was broken.

At the beginning, when Mo Wushuang died, even Song Yu cried, but he tried not to let the tears fall.

Let his teeth bite his lips to taste the blood, let his fists hit the pile to be bloody, and he didn't shed a drop of tears from the beginning to the end.

Because Mo Wushuang has taught him since he was a child that he will not shed blood.

He is an obedient child and will continue to be an obedient child when she dies.

But at this moment, he couldn't help it.

His Ning'er is the only obsession to live when he falls on the street and is trampled by others. When he was brilliant, he was the only defect in his life.

He managed to find her. He managed to get rid of the obsession in his heart and fill in the defects in his heart. However, he was faced with life and death.

How can he hold back his tears? How not to cry? He even had the heart to die.

Ye Ning also cried.

He is the one who sealed his throat for the poison of the previous life, the one who has not lived long now, the one who knows nothing about Xiao xuanran, and the one who is clear in front of him.

What if she lives one more life?

She inherits the blood of the immortal. How about being superior?

What if she has the power to control others' life and death?

She never forgets. What if she claims to know the world?

She couldn't even save her own life.

She can't even protect the people she loves.

She is not as good as an ordinary person!

After not knowing how long time, Qingliu just pressed down the pain in his heart, turned around and hugged Ye Ning in his arms, exhausted his whole body strength.

It seems that I feel her existence with my heart, and I want to melt her into my body.