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Lin Sijin hit a wall in the East Palace. He stood outside the palace for a long time. The people inside seemed to have fallen asleep. The guards were waiting for him. He stood there for almost two hours.

He didn't turn back to the General's Mansion until the lights in the East Palace went out.

When I went back, I saw the man, Shou Que was still waiting for him, seeing his expression, Shou Que asked with concern.

He wanted to pull a smile from his lips, but the smile was a little forced, Shou Que was sitting by the coffee table, and he sat beside him.

"Is Xiaofeng here?" Lin Sijin didn't answer Shouque's question, but looked in the direction of the side hall.

Shou Que knocked him out, if Feng Rugao was sober, he would not let him follow him, he poured two glasses of wine, it is already late at night, there are only the two of them in the courtyard.

"He went to bed early today."

Lin Sijin didn't think much about it, thinking that Feng Rugao was angry again, and his own affairs were still in a mess, Shou Que poured two glasses of wine, and put his fingertips on the edge of the teacup, the wine inside reflected the moonlight.

"Shou Que, do you believe in fate?" After a long time, he asked in such a soft voice.

Believe it or not?A shadow fell from Shou Que's eyelashes, and he fell into a long memory.When he was born, the elders had fortune-telling for him, and even the priests of the monster clan personally performed the scriptures, saying that he would bring a disaster to three thousand generations.

The corner of Shou Que's lips pulled out a slight arc, and his voice was gentle, "Only those who are incompetent will believe in their fate."

This is what Shou Que would say, and Lin Sijin didn't think it was a big deal when he heard it normally, but at this moment when he thought of His Highness, he felt obscure and uncomfortable, rubbed his fingertips on the teacup, and his voice was slightly lowered.

"What you're talking about... I'm also afraid that I won't be able to save your Highness."

His last sentence was scattered in the evening wind, but Shou Que heard clearly, the wine in the glass did not move, and asked lightly, "Do you want to save him?"

Lin Sijin said "Yes", and now there is no one else to talk to, if he talks to Feng Rugao Fuheng, the two of them will definitely stop him, maybe they won't let him see His Highness again in the future.

With such a sentence, Shou Que's fingertips tightened slightly, and his face was as usual, "Do you want to use the sacrificial soul deed?"

"It is recorded in the ancient books that if we use the sacrificial soul deed, our fates will be connected together." The life span will also be shared with each other, so that his highness can live to the same age as him.

Shou Que's cold white fingertips slightly covered his brows and eyes, his pair of scarlet earrings shook slightly, his deep and long pupils slightly lifted up, covering all his emotions.

"You really..." Shou Que seemed to sigh, his eyes were bottomless, "Just do what you want, the result may not be satisfactory, you won't regret it?"

The answer is naturally no regrets, Lin Sijin didn't touch the glass of wine on the table in the end, he went back to his room, and rubbed the black box Murong Fei gave him under the candle lamp, the formation on it was set by His Royal Highness.

He can't open it.

His Royal Highness had his own intentions in leaving things for him, he was not persistent, put the black box away, and the candle was lit all night, and he stayed up all night.

For the next few days, the Eastern Palace remained under martial law. In fact, it was not impossible for him to get in. After suffering for so many days, he couldn't help it. He avoided the guards and entered the Eastern Palace.

He performed the invisibility technique, others could not see his figure, inside the spring rain was folding new red plums, and he saw Murong Fei.

The smell of medicinal food in the palace overwhelmed the fragrance of falling plums, Murong Fei was sitting beside the bed, with a pale face and wearing fox fur, counting letters by the bed.

Lin Sijin recognized that it was a letter written by him, and his little highness was opening the letters one by one to read, and folded them carefully after reading them. There was not a single crease on the letter, which shows how much his little highness is usually. baby.

It didn't take long to read, Murong Fei's spirit was weak, and she couldn't finish reading the letter, and she passed out again.

"Your Highness... come here—" Chun Yu didn't care about the red plums that hadn't been pruned, so she called someone over, and the room was soon filled with pulse checks and medical consultations, and the people dispersed after a while.

It's an old problem, and it's meaningless to come and see it.

When Lin Sijin appeared in the hall, Chunyu was startled. Lin Sijin immediately covered Chunyu's mouth, fearing to alarm the guards outside, his voice was very low.

"I have a way to save His Highness, but I need your help, be honest..."

Chun Yu was still struggling, but when he heard the words and told him to be honest, he was dubious.

In the so-called sacrificial soul contract, one party is the master and the other is the slave, but in fact the master dies for the slave, and the slave master lives.This kind of soul contract can neutralize the fate of the other party. To put it another way, Lin Sijin wants to give Murong Fei his own life.

If he still has 100 years to live, the fates of the two are neutralized, and the side effects of the soul contract shorten the lifespan of the two, and the previous lifespan is actually only 25 years.

In this way, Murong Fei can live longer. After the soul contract is formed, he will also bear Murong Fei's illness, and all the pain and suffering on Murong Fei's body in the future, and he will inherit it on his behalf.

It takes 49 days for the soul contract to be formed, and a red thread will gradually connect the two of them. During these 49 days, it is necessary to embed mantras in Murong Fei's body every day.

Naturally, Murong Fei couldn't do it when he was awake, so Lin Sijin handed over the mantra to Chun Yu.

Chun Yu was actually a little entangled. He never thought that this person could do this for His Highness. If His Highness knew about it, he would definitely not be willing.He didn't struggle with it for long, his heart was on his master, and he wanted his master to live a few more years.

This was the first day, and blood was needed. Lin Sijin cut open his palm with a dagger, and the blood covered the mantra. The mantra seemed to have life, and densely rolled over the two of them.

The pain will be transferred accordingly, and he will come here every day, sometimes Murong Fei is awake, he will meet Murong Fei's eyes in the hall, and there will always be an illusion that His Highness knows he is there.

He also came to look for Murong Fei in an open and honest manner, and Murong Fei was willing to see him when he was sober. He often came to the East Palace, and as the soul bond was gradually formed, His Highness was sober for longer and longer.

This is a sign of improvement. Lin Sijin was overwhelmed with great joy, and ignored his abnormalities. He was shrouded in illness all day long, and Feng Rugao was the first to see something was wrong.

"Why do you have stagnant sickness on your body? What did you do when you went to Dongbei Palace?" Feng Rugao held his wrist, his breath was condensed, obviously very angry, his voice was like frozen icicles.

At this time, Lin Sijin felt the pain that Murong Fei had suffered on weekdays, and he felt even more distressed, and he was also a little thankful that it was transferred to him, so that his little Highness would not have to suffer unbearable pain in the future.

"Xiao Feng, let go of me," Lin Sijin knew he couldn't hide it, he didn't want Feng Rugao to interfere with him, and he was a little patient before, "I'm not going anywhere, so let me go first."

"Don't go to him again, you don't want your life."

"He's not worth your saving. If you go there again, I don't mind telling him how he got you into trouble." Feng Rugao held his wrist and exerted a little strength, his voice was cold every word.

He was already in poor health, not to mention that His Royal Highness has always been his bottom line, whoever touches him will die.

Lin Sijin raised his brows and eyes slowly, with a layer of coldness suppressed inside, he looked at Feng Rugao like this, and repeated, "Let go."

Feng Rugao had never seen such strange eyes, he was stung by the coldness in Lin Sijin's eyes, and slowly let go of his hand.

He was still standing where he was, and the person had already left.

This was the last day of 49, Lin Sijin stepped into the East Palace, the person on the bed was still in a coma, and now his complexion was much better, only one last time before the spell could be completed.

Lin Sijin didn't encounter any accidents. When the last spell was completed, he stood by for a while. Seeing that the red thread was about to be tied to Murong Fei's wrist, his mind was dizzy, and he hadn't closed his eyes for more than ten nights. , At this time, the heart that was raised was slightly put down.

It was pitch black before his eyes, and he passed out directly.

Chun Yu yelled in a low voice, the hall was in chaos, and a guard appeared immediately, at this moment no one cared about Murong Fei's side, even if they wanted to.

In the corner of the main hall, the figure guarding the gate appeared. For the past two months, he came in with Lin Sijin every day, and saw how Lin Sijin was haunted by illness, and his body was smeared with death.

This person on the bed... How is it worth it?

When he encounters things he can't figure out, he often seeks answers from Lin Sijin, but this time he has no way to find the answers.He can only follow his heart.

On weekdays, he was reluctant to let Lin Sijin suffer a little bit of pain. Lin Sijin wanted to learn Wusheng Sword Intent, so he taught him, and he bore the pain on his behalf.After all, he was tortured by the evil curse, and a little more pain would not matter to him.

If he wanted to win the first place in Wuxiang Mountain, he gave it to him.

If he wanted to save someone, he let him save him.

He thought he could bear it to that point, but countless dark thoughts popped up in his mind, but in the end it was still unbearable.

——The person he puts on top of his heart, why should he suffer so much for such a waste.

Shou Que stood on the spot, a faint black mist spread from his side, his brows and eyes were a little gloomy, the person on the bed was still in a coma, at this time the red thread on his wrist was densely swallowed by the black spell, Finally, keep tensing in the air.

With a "bang", the red thread broke, and countless mantras were reduced to ashes in the air.

The black mist dissipated in the main hall, and Murong Fei on the bed was surrounded by endless coldness. The coldness seemed to come from the depths of hell, soaking into his bone marrow, and the pain made him wake up. Murong Fei's eyes were slightly blurred. Slightly stiff, he saw countless dense black mantras surging on his wrist.

"Ho ho ho..." Something seemed to come out of his bones, Murong Fei's face was pale and bloodless, he didn't know what happened, and he struggled to force out a voice.

"Chun Yu... come here."

There were several bloodstains on Murong Fei's fingertips. He heard the movement, and then there was a scream, and countless black spells spread to his body. With this sound, all the guards rushed in.

The tea bowl beside the bed was smashed, Murong Fei fell off the bed, her forehead touched the corner of the tea table, sharp pain came from her skin, and her eyes were blurred by a warm crimson.

"Ahem..." Murong Fei was about to say something, but those mantras instantly swallowed his wound, and his cold white fingertips were stained with dark color, and fainted into a blinding red.

Lin Sijin was grounded when he woke up again, this time it was Fu Heng who stopped him, his face was pale, and Fu Heng stood guard by his bed with a gloomy face.

"Fuheng...I'm in so much pain." Lin Sijin had just woken up at this time, her heart was fragile, seeing Fuheng was like seeing a leaning.

"Idiot, do you still know it hurts? You are not allowed to see him again in the future." Lin Fuheng was furious.

Lin Sijin whispered, "Why not, who told you, keep the gate... or serve Rugao?"

Fuheng didn't say who said it, but he was firm, "No, just don't, and don't think about him anymore. He's dying soon, and even if you ask God, you can't save him."

"Who said it? Fu Heng...don't curse him, His Highness will live a long life, I won't let him do anything." Lin Sijin could see that Fu Heng was angry. He struggled to get up, but was caught Fu Heng pressed down, and Fu Heng set up an enchantment on the spot, with many guards guarding him.

"From now on, without my order, the young master is not allowed to take half a step."

After Lin Fuheng finished speaking, he strode away.

"Fuheng——" Lin Sijin almost vomited blood in his heart. He didn't know the situation of the East Palace at this time, and these guards were not difficult to deal with. He sent a message to Shou Que and asked Shou Que to take him out.

Shou Que had always listened to him, and soon appeared beside him without asking any further questions, and took him out when he wanted to go out.

At this time, he still didn't know that there was a huge change in the East Palace, and when he just woke up, he had no strength at all, and Shou Que carried him for a while.

Shou Que always followed him like this, never asking why, he felt inexplicably uneasy, and said on Shou Que's back: "Shou Que, I'm a little worried."

"Your Highness, a lucky person has his own destiny," Shou Que Ying said casually. In fact, the life and death of that person had nothing to do with him. He said in a gentle voice, "No matter what, I will always be by your side."

His brows and eyes suppressed all emotions, and he did not overstep his bounds. He stopped when he was approaching the East Palace, and saw that the man could barely walk. It took a lot of energy to plant a soul contract for two months, not to mention that he had just passed out, and now he is Barely concentrating.

He wanted to watch that person lose hope, so that he would never see his beloved little Highness again.

——Let the light in his eyes disappear, and only he can be seen in the future.

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The past life chapter is coming to an end, it should be about two or three chapters.