Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Ye Qingyi hugged Du Zhong tightly, and fell to the ground together with him.

The blood of Eucommia bloomed into big plum blossoms on Ye Qingyi's snow-white robe, which made Ye Qingyi's heart almost break.

"Junior Brother Du!" Ye Qingyi called Du Zhong, his mood gradually collapsed, "Junior Brother Du...don't! Don't!!!"

He raised his head, exhausted all his strength, and cried out hoarsely, and finally tore a hole in the sky above the dark cloud-covered magic palace. In an instant, Su Mengsheng was stunned, Hua Zichen was stunned, Xuan Mo Xiao The sword beheaded Yan Qinghe, who was also stunned.

Ye Qingyi panted heavily, feeling blood oozing from all internal organs.

Oozing blood from Eucommia ulmoides.

"Junior Brother Du..." He raised his hand, trying to cover the wound on Du Zhong's neck, but he couldn't catch it after several times of grabbing. He whimpered in panic, but was rushed into his lungs by a thick bloody air , opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was too red, so red that it hurt his eyes. Gradually, he couldn't see or hear anything clearly, and passed out in a hopeless tranquility and overlapping messy phantoms.

Ye Qingyi felt that she was drifting to a strange place.

There was a vast expanse of white mist everywhere, endless, he kept walking forward, walking forward, but couldn't get out, the strange thing is, he was not flustered or anxious at all, just walked forward silently , doesn't care what's ahead, where he can go.

In a trance, he seemed to hear a person calling him loudly, and the heart-piercing "Uncle Master" made his heart ache, but he still walked forward, as if even if there was a man in front of him. In the abyss, if he falls, he will be smashed to pieces, and he has to go down.

"Uncle! Come back! I don't want you to die! I don't want to die!"

That voice was shouting again, heh, it's quite familiar, who is it?Can't remember, can't remember...

"Uncle Master!" He didn't stop, and the person calling him gradually collapsed, "Uncle Master! Open your eyes and look at me! Look at me! I'm Xiao'er, it's Xiao'er!"

Xiaoer?

Xiaoer?

He froze on the spot, looking into the distance in confusion, the name kept echoing in his mind——Xiao'er, Xiao'er, Xiao'er...

"Xiao'er!" The endless white mist rushed towards Ye Qingyi, like a white hurricane piercing into his mind, Ye Qingyi only felt a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and then he fell into the sky. In the ice cave.

He opened his eyes in panic and screamed: "Ah!"

"Master!" Someone hugged him in his arms and said tremblingly, "Master, you finally woke up! This disciple thought you were going to leave me! Master, you scared the disciple to death!"

Ye Qingyi leaned against that man's wet embrace, feeling that her body and soul were separated.

With great difficulty, he contained the wandering soul in his body, but he was still numb and weak. He looked blankly at the red gauze above his head: "I... am I dead?"

Those arms held him tighter.

"No, no...Uncle, you are not dead, with me, uncle will not die..."

This is... the voice of Xuan Moxiao.

At that moment, Ye Qingyi's numb heart finally jumped. He slowly pushed Xuan Moxiao's hand away, and caught off guard a pair of bloodshot green eyes.

Apart from those bloodshot eyes, there was also a body covered in blood. Looking at the bright red blood, Ye Qingyi couldn't help thinking of Eucommia lying in his arms, and couldn't even sit still.

"You, what's the matter with you?" Ye Qingyi grabbed Xuan Moxiao, but accidentally caught nothing. He was so frightened that he obviously cried, and helplessly called, "Xiao'er?"

Xuan Moxiao, who was full of anxiety, held Ye Qingyi's hands tightly: "Master, I'm here! You lie down quickly, so you can recuperate!"

Ye Qingyi followed the prestige, and it took a while to see Xuan Moxiao's face clearly, it was really strange, Xuan Moxiao was so close to him, why couldn't he see clearly.

But when he saw it clearly, his heart couldn't help but twitch again, because he saw that Xuan Moxiao's body was full of injuries, his clothes were tattered, and his hair was messed up. It was obvious that he had experienced something terrible. .

"What's wrong with you?" Ye Qingyi recalled the previous events, "Did the senior brother beat you like this? Or, it was your master..."

Xuan Moxiao shook his head, he supported Ye Qingyi to lie on the bed, knelt on his bedside as obediently as before and said: "Master, it's all right, really all right! This disciple doesn't ask for anything, doesn't want anything , I just want uncle to be well! Uncle, after you recover your health, how about the disciple taking you to find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers to live in seclusion?"

Ye Qingyi frowned and remained silent.

He felt that he was split. Although he was lying in front of Xuan Moxiao, his heart was on Du Zhong and the others, and his soul was floating somewhere.He remembered that Su Mengsheng had won the fox, but Hua Zichen had been defeated by Xuan Moxiao, not to mention Yan Qinghe, who had already died in Xuan Moxiao's hands.

In this world, who could possibly hurt Xuan Moxiao, he actually thought that Xuan Moxiao was hurt by Hua Zichen, how stupid.But Xuan Moxiao was seriously injured again, so there is only one possibility, Xuan Moxiao saved him for him - a person who almost died, went to the Nineteen States of Dongjun.

"You went to the Nineteen States of East County, right?" Ye Qingyi's eyes turned red, "You went to grab the unicorn fruit to save me, right? The scars on your body were injured by those unicorn beasts, right? ?”

Ye Qingyi said "Is that right" three times in a row, and after finishing speaking, he already lost half his life, closed his eyes dyingly, and couldn't catch his breath for a long time, Xuan Moxiao wished he could relieve Ye Qingyi's pain and sorrow , because telling him to watch Ye Qingyi lying here lifeless is far more uncomfortable than telling him to die.

He worked hard, and managed to make Ye Qingyi's body better, but overnight, all previous efforts were wasted, so what if he forcibly saved Ye Qingyi's life with the Qilin fruit?His Uncle Ye was lying in front of him, weakly as if he was going to ride the wind at any moment, and his beautiful face was so pale that it was almost transparent.

Xuan Moxiao was in extreme pain, he felt that he was ready to leave this world with Ye Qingyi at any time,

"Uncle, the disciple is fine, the disciple is not afraid of anything!" Xuan Moxiao cried and shed tears, "As long as the uncle is with the disciple, the disciple will not be afraid of anything!"

Ye Qingyi stared blankly at Xuan Moxiao.

He thought, he must have walked before the gate of hell.

In other words, he had already entered the gate of hell, but was dragged back by Xuan Moxiao.

But one of his feet was still stuck in the gate of hell, no matter how much Ren Xuan Moxiao pulled it, he couldn't get it out. He thought, he might really not be able to survive this experience.

He is a sick child, he has long foreseen the result of his premature death, and he has never been afraid of death, but looking at Xuan Moxiao who was guarding beside his bed, Ye Qingyi suddenly felt so reluctant and confused.

"Xiao'er..." Ye Qingyi closed his eyes, pondered for a moment and then asked with a glimmer of hope, "Your Uncle Du...how is it?"

Xuan Moxiao's eyes flickered.

Ye Qingyi's heart was half cold, she closed her eyes, calmed down for a while and said, "Your Uncle Du... isn't here, is he?"

Xuan Moxiao lowered her eyes, and after a long time, she nodded slightly.

Ye Qingyi lost all strength, his closed eyes could no longer be opened.

"Uncle... This disciple has tried his best to save Uncle Du, but Uncle Du lost too much blood, too fast, and this disciple is powerless!" Xuan Moxiao shook Ye Qing gently and aggrievedly. Yi's arm, "Uncle, the disciple made a mistake, the disciple should let the uncle go! Uncle, please forgive the disciple once, the disciple didn't mean it!"

Ye Qingyi was trembling all over, her heart was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

Eucommia...such a good Eucommia died like this.

Ye Qingyi didn't dare to recall Du Zhong's face at all, let alone recall Du Zhong's white hair, the white hair that became snow-white because of him.

It was him, he was the one who killed Eucommia!

"Uncle Master!" Seeing Ye Qingyi like this, Xuan Moxiao's face turned pale in panic. He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Ye Qingyi in his arms, begging in panic, "Uncle Master, I beg you, I beg you!" Let yourself go! Uncle Du's death was an accident. This disciple has already killed those monster wolves, and also released Head Hua and Master! Uncle... this disciple just wants to get well with Uncle! Get well soon! , disciple will take you away! Take you out of this messy world!"

A messy world...

Heh, this messy world is not caused by a few of them.

"Your master...is he alright?"

Xuan Moxiao nodded again and again: "Master is fine. Master has brought Master Uncle Du's body back to Yuqiong Mountain. If Uncle Master wants to see Master, this disciple will send someone to summon Master."

Ye Qingyi sighed slightly, in his current situation, it's better not to see Su Mengsheng, seeing him would only increase his troubles.

"Your master and the head of the sect, please be careful..."

"Yes! Yes! The disciple heard it. The disciple will let the master and the head of Hua take care of it. Uncle, you should also be good!"

"Me?" Ye Qingyi smiled wryly, after all, he didn't know what would happen to him.

"How long have I been asleep?" Ye Qingyi said after a while.

Xuan Moxiao rubbed against his ear affectionately: "Uncle Shi, you have been in a coma for seven days."

Seven days...

Could it be that today is the first seven days of Eucommia...

"Help me up." Ye Qingyi forcibly pulled himself together, "Change into clean plain clothes, I want to go back to Yuqiong Mountain to see your Uncle Du."

Xuan Moxiao didn't move.

Ye Qingyi noticed Xuan Moxiao's strangeness, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xuan Moxiao was silent for a moment: "Forgive me for not taking my uncle back to Yuqiong Mountain."

Ye Qingyi never expected that Xuan Moxiao would reject him, and said in a daze, "Today is your first seven, Uncle Du, why..."

"Master!" Xuan Moxiao hugged Ye Qingyi tighter, desperately and panicked, "Although Master is awake, his body is extremely weak, and he needs to recuperate in the magic palace. The pain of almost losing my uncle, I dare not put my uncle in danger again, even if I leave the magic palace and go to Yuqiong Mountain to pay my respects to my uncle Du! Brother Du built a clothes tomb for my uncle to relieve lovesickness."

"The Clothes Tomb?" Ye Qingyi felt sad, "Okay, why don't you set up a Clothes Tomb for me, anyway, I'm afraid I won't live for a few more days..."

Xuan Moxiao froze all over.

He looked at Ye Qingyi's long hair with ashen face, trembling uncontrollably.

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The follow-up article - "Crossing Into a Beautiful, Strong and Miserable Vicious Rival in Love" has opened! (The concubine Shizi changed to the next one and shouted) Waiting for the visit of the little angels!