Binding the Dragon for the Empress

Xuanlong circled up along the Tianhe River, and when he was about to reach the Nine Heavens, a white light flashed in front of him, and then a handsome fairy in white appeared in front of him.

That person was Immortal Zhiyu who was supposed to marry Yan Yuan. Presumably, he had just been to the mortal world and did not find Yan Yuan, so he returned to the heaven to have a look. Unexpectedly, by such a coincidence, he met here.

"Emperor!"

Immortal Zhi Yu has been fond of Yan Yuan for tens of thousands of years, and regards Yan Yuan as more important than his own life. How could Yan Yuan suffer such suffering?

Xuanlong was forced to stop and turned into a human form.

Immortal Zhiyu saw the tragic situation of Yan Yuan on Xuanlong's back, and the corners of his eyes were red: "This is the result you want."

"You have to let him die to be satisfied."

Just now he blocked the two punishments from heaven, Xuanlong suffered serious internal injuries, his throat was itchy, he resisted the desire to cough, and remained silent.

Seeing that Xuanlong was unmovable, Immortal Zhiyu became more and more angry: "If you are really good for him, you should stay as far away from him as possible, and don't give him unnecessary hope."

"Hand over the emperor to me."

As a new Yan Yuan, Xianjun Zhiyu made such a request, which was very common. Xuanlong put Yan Yuan from his back and handed it to the other party.

"Don't tell him, I went to find him."

Unexpectedly, the first sentence Xuanlong opened his mouth was actually this, Immortal Zhiyu was slightly surprised, helped Yan Yuan by the arm, responded lightly, and left in the clouds and fog.

When he returned to the heaven, the rain had already passed and the sky cleared up. Lianbi came out from the East Pole Hall to greet her, and at a glance she noticed that Xuanlong's complexion was not right.If it was said that Xuanlong's complexion was not good before he left, it can be said that his face was as white as paper at this time.

"General? What's wrong with you?!"

"…nothing."

Xuanlong's steps were vain, and he walked towards the hall. When he stepped over the gate, his figure swayed, and he held the door frame and spurted out a big mouthful of blood.He tried his best to continue walking in, but he fell down after walking a few steps.

"General!!"

The road that Xuanlong walked left behind a series of blood-stained footprints. Because he was wearing a black robe, it was not easy to see the bleeding from injuries.

……

After Yan Yuan was punished by heaven, his tendons and veins were severed, and the most capable medical immortals in the heavens were invited, and it took three days and nights to repair his tendons and veins. In ten thousand years, he will be as flexible as before. It is impossible.

Heaven's punishment came down, and he should have been doomed, but someone blocked him twice.Even so, Yan Yuan was still in a coma for a whole month before waking up.

Unexpectedly, he was blind when he woke up.

Because of going to Meimeng Mountain to find Tianguo, he lost his two passions and three desires, lost his sense of hearing, smell, and taste, and now he is even blind, and has become a complete useless person.

Trauma can be cured, but heart disease is difficult to cure. If a person has no hope in life, life would be worse than death.It is the most vicious punishment for Tian Dao to leave him alive and let him linger on.

Yan Yuan is unwilling to live like this.

Since he woke up, he has been bedridden all day long, unwilling to eat or drink medicine, and let the injury worsen day by day.He can't hear with his ears, and can't see with his eyes. He can communicate with him using the sound transmission technique, but he doesn't listen to anyone who persuades him.

Ah Zhi was temporarily placed in the Qianyun Palace, under the care of the Lord Yiling. If a child saw his father seriously ill, he would probably cry.

No matter how powerful a god is, it cannot withstand such self-destruction.

Yan Yuan was in a coma most of the time, and sometimes she didn't wake up for several days. If this continues, without the punishment of heaven to put him to death, his spirit will dissipate by itself and scatter into the mundane world.

Although he rarely wakes up, his mind is clear. He knows what his fate will be. When his spirit dissipates, he will turn into thousands of wisps of dust and float in the world. Meet Xuanlong again.

Love doesn't have to be too bitter, it's enough for him to suffer once, no matter how strong his ability to bear pain is, he can't stand repeated tossing.He finally lost to Heaven.

The bed was covered tightly by a thick curtain, so that no light could penetrate, a lone hand lifted the silver curtain from the outside, and Lord Yiling slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

Yan Yuan was lying on her back, tears flowed from the corners of her closed eyes and fell into her snow-white hair.Knowing that he must be thinking of Xuanlong again, Yiling made a white handkerchief appear in his palm, and sighed softly to wipe away Yan Yuan's tears.

"Father knows that you miss him, you listen to father's words and drink the medicine, then father invites him to see you, okay?"

Even if Xuanlong dislikes Yan Yuan, he will definitely come here because of Yiling's face.

But after coming.

not after.

Yan Yuan didn't want to disturb him anymore.

He just wanted to leave quietly, save himself a bit of dignity, and hoped that when Xuanlong thought of him inadvertently in the future, he wouldn't find him very annoying.

Before Yan Yuan could answer, she gave up, and Yi Ling raised her fingertips, gently touched Yan Yuan's silver-white hair, almost choked up, and said, "Yuan'er, what do you want from father..."

"As long as you open your mouth...what my father can do, I will help you, okay..."

"Don't torture yourself like this again..."

It hurts the body of the child and hurts the heart of the parents.Since Yan Yuan woke up, Yiling tried everything she could say and do in order to ignite the hope of life in him, but Yan Yuan just didn't respond.

If he could not perceive Yan Yuan's weak breath, Yi Ling almost thought he was dead.

He lay there quietly, like a dignified and gloomy statue, clearly still so young, but was forced to suffer heavy injuries that he shouldn't have suffered, and his body and mind were deeply decayed.

Yiling doesn't know who else can save his child.

I thought Yan Yuan would be as unwilling to speak as usual today, but after a while, Yan Yuan's bloodless lips moved, and Yi Ling leaned closer to listen, and heard him say:

"Father... I hurt..." When the words fell, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.