Chapter 2666： Live and wake up

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Gongxi Leng stood up and took a deep breath, but her breathing was painful.

One day he didn't find Qiao Liuhua, and one day he didn't get her forgiveness, his heart still hurt.

Gongxi Leng covered her face with her hands, letting tears flow, but also thought of Qiao Liu's painting, she was extremely sad.

Several subordinates looked at the blood and tears on Gongxi Leng's hand, and were horrified. "Wang, you can't cry anymore, you are bleeding blood and your eyes are tight ..."

"Wang, don't cry, you can't cry anymore ..."

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With the persuasion of several subordinates, Gong Xiliang controlled his tears.

He wiped the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes. "You are right, I really can't cry anymore. I still have to look at the paintings. These eyes can't go wrong."

Everyone heard this sentence and was relieved, but they heard it because of the painting, everyone sighed.

It felt that their king was really ill.

However, the heart disease still needs medical treatment. I hope that Qiao Liuhua can really appear.

If Qiao Liuhua really loves Gongxi Leng, should he be reluctant to make him sad?

When Gongxi Leng cleaned up and chased the Gathering Bead in search of Qiao Liu's painting, the Gathering Bead suddenly reappeared in the palace.

But the re-emergence of the soul-gathering bead had no light at all, and the soul power gathered apparently was gone.

With a cold look on Gong Xi, he reached out and placed the soul-gathering bead in his palm.

He could still feel the warm power, his body trembled, the breath of painting.

He can't judge wrong, it's the breath of painting.

Gong Xi's cold excited hands were shaking.

He said hoarsely: "Painting, you finally appeared! You can finally be found!"

Gongxi Leng put the soul-gathering bead that had been restored to its original shape, and then set off.

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And on this side, Feng Sujin was watching quietly, watching Qiao Liu's painting floating in the air.

When the sun on the horizon appeared and a ray of light shone down, the light on Qiao Liuhua's body gradually dissipated.

Then she fell from the air and fell back on the petals.

Feng Sujin looked at Qiao Liu's paintings on the petals, almost blinking.

Then she saw that Qiao Liu's eyelashes fluttered and her hands moved slightly.

At this time, Feng Sujin was tense, and her breathing slowed down, for fear of disturbing Qiao Liu's painting.

After a while, Qiao Liuhua really opened his eyes.

"Flow painting, you are awake, you are awake ... you are still alive, I know you are alive ..."

Feng Sujin watched Qiao Liuhua excitedly, then reached out and held Qiao Liuhua's hand.

When Qiao Liuhua opened his eyes, he was still a little stunned, only to hear his ears buzzing.

She hadn't recovered for a while.

"Stream painting?"

"Su Jin!"

When Feng Liujin shouted her name, Feng Sujin was relieved.

Feng Sujin nodded, "Well, it's me, Feng Sujin. You're still alive, you finally woke up."

Qiao Liuhua's mind is still a little bit sloppy and blank, but she does recognize Feng Sujin.

However, my mind was a little confused, and it was not clear for a while.

Qiao Liuhua was going to sit up, Feng Sujin quickly reached out and helped her up. "Are you okay? Is there any discomfort?"

Qiao Liuhua shook his head, "I just have a headache, and my health is fine. Is this here?"

Qiao Liuhua looked around in doubt, seeing the surrounding scenery, her face changed, "Aren't we in the Remnant Blood Tower? How did we get back to the ghostly void? How could we return to the ghostly void?" Will you come? "