Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

The boy who ate the eight-tailed fox demon came back to life, but he was still very weak.

When those sword-wielding men fell, the young man sat up from the eight-tailed fox demon's arms with difficulty, then slowly stood up and pointed the sword in his hand at those men.

He protected the little fox demon behind him, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised the sword in his hand and wanted to rush forward again.

But the little fox demon held him back.

Nanao behind her has been hidden by her.

She looked pale and her voice was very low.

"Brother Xiaoqian, don't go and die. I'm willing to go back with them."

The young man called Xiao Qian looked back at the little fox demon and touched her head with his hand. Suddenly, his hand paused, as if he had just realized that the little fox demon's face was too pale.

He looked anxious and held her hand: "Xiaohu, what's wrong with you?"

The little fox demon shook his head: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Yang Susu almost fainted from the pain in the little fox demon's sea of ​​consciousness.

You call this okay?

She could personally feel all the joys, sorrows, anger and happiness of the little fox demon.

She was in so much pain that she almost vomited blood, and she swallowed the sweet taste in her throat with all her might.

She really had never thought that the eight-tailed fox demon would use such a method to train her spiritual consciousness.

"Little Fox, don't be afraid. It's okay. Brother Xiaoqian will protect you. I won't let them catch you again."

The young man said it with great confidence, but when the eight-tailed little fox demon bit his head, tightly held his hand, and trembled to protect Jian Qian, who had just eaten her tail, behind her, he remained silent.

He watched her slowly stretch out her hand.

There was still traces of his blood on her hands.

A black iron chain bound her hands and body.

Her heart was like a flower burned under the scorching sun.

Yang Susu's heart suddenly sank to the bottom without knowing why.

She was so reluctant to leave that she forgot what was ahead of her.

Yang Susu covered her chest in pain. Was she waiting for the three powerful demonic auras just now?

However, the three evil spirits had disappeared. They seemed to be lost and could not find her.

The eight-tailed little fox demon's expectant heart instantly turned cold.

The scene changed, and the little fox demon was tied up in a damp and dark prison with no sunlight around. There was only a dim candle light, which made her bloodless face look even more desolate.

The seven fox tails behind her were already exposed.

Yang Susu was quietly in the little fox demon's sea of ​​consciousness, feeling extremely sad.

She was like a fish stuck on a reef in the sea, on the verge of death. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't leave here.

She was like a bird that was caught by hunters flying in the forest and put into a cage. The hunters would think about how to eat her every day.

She was sad and desperate.

And that young man, Jian Qian, was all the hope she had.

Yang Susu could sense the little fox demon's emotions.

At this moment, she also knew that the fox demon wanted to train her spiritual consciousness, and the way to strengthen spiritual consciousness was not just severe pain.

There were five people standing in front of the little fox demon. Each of them had a sword on his back, and the one standing in the front was the young man named Jian Qian.

Jian Qian lowered his head slightly, and the little fox demon's eyes fell on him.

He was her light, so when she looked at this ray of light, her eyes were filled with tenderness and hope.

Only when she looked at her did her heart feel less sad and desolate.

"Jian Qian, you already have a tail of the eight-tailed fox demon in your body, which has changed your destiny. In our Jianlu, you are the one who has the greatest hope of mastering the Nine Flying Swords."

"Jian Qian, this eight-tailed fox won't hurt you. Go and cut off her seven tails."

"Jian Qian, no one in our Jianlu has ever ascended to become an immortal, and that's because their life essence is too weak. Seven fox tails are seven essence tails, which can change the life essence of seven people and train them into the Nine Heavens Flying Sword. There is hope that they can eventually ascend to become immortals."

“You should know what is important.”

"Love is just a passing cloud, just a constraint that affects your sword-drawing speed. You are the hope of the entire Sword Continent, please don't let us down."

Jian Qian held the sword tightly in his hand. With every word spoken by the person behind him, his face turned paler. His slightly drooping eyes slowly raised and looked at the little fox demon covered in blood.

The moment his eyes met hers, his eyes darkened and he immediately looked away.

No matter what those people said, he just stood there silently, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes white.

The people behind him looked at each other when they saw Jian Qian standing there unmoved.

One of them frowned and his voice became even more unhappy: "Jian Qian, your mother is now seriously ill in bed, and your father has been practicing sword and has gone astray, which has damaged his foundation. If you don't cut off her seven tails, then both your father and mother will die."

Jian Qian's back trembled.

"Xiao Qian, go quickly..."

Under the urging of the five people, he moved.

He walked towards the little fox demon step by step, the sword in his hand emitting a sharp light under the dim candlelight.

With every step he took, Yang Susu's heart became more nervous.

Young man, don’t!

Just now, she pulled out her own fox tail to bring you back to life.

The little fox demon's voice was as clear as a spring. A pair of fox eyes looked at the boy's approaching figure, with a gentle smile on the corners of his mouth: "Brother Xiaoqian."

Yang Susu clearly felt her emotional fluctuations.

She panicked too.

Jian Qian paused for a moment, and when he looked up again, his eyes were red.

The scene in front of Yang Susu changed again.

This time, she saw Jian Qian kneeling in front of his mother's sickbed, lowering his head and holding her hands tightly.

"Jian Qian, your mother doesn't have much time left. If we can find the pink silver lotus on the sacred mountain, your mother may still have some hope."

An old man with gray hair and a white beard, carrying a green sword, sighed and said, "But the pink silver lotus is just a legend. Only by chance and coincidence can people who are destined to see it encounter it."

Jian Qian saw his mother lying on the sickbed with sunken cheeks and dark eye sockets, as if she had run out of energy.

If I don't go up the mountain to give it a try, I'm afraid my mother won't survive these two days.

He bowed to the gray-haired old man and said, "My father is still in seclusion, and my mother is seriously ill. I went up the mountain to look for the pink silver lotus for my mother. I hope the clan leader can find someone to take care of my mother for a few days."

"Just go ahead, I'll get someone to take care of your mother."

Jianqian was carrying a wooden sword on his back. Before he left, the team leader gave him a sword.

This sword is exactly the giant sword that Yang Susu is familiar with.