With One Month Left To Live, I Raised The Young Empress To Be A Sickly Girl

Courtyard outside the city

At this time, a day and a night had passed since Chen Mo was captured. Everyone in the courtyard was praying for him. The whole night, they were worried about his safety, so no one dared to sleep.

On the contrary, the old man who came with Long Aotian found a bench, propped his head with one hand and fell asleep without any regard for the feelings of others.

Xiao Douding was the youngest and carefree. She lay in Su Yumo's arms and fell asleep in the middle of the night. The sun shone on her face. She opened her eyes slightly, looked around quietly, and then stared at Su Yumo blankly. Yu Mo said, "Sister Su, where is my brother?"

Su Yumo had dark circles under her eyes and her eyes were slightly red. She looked at the door with a haggard expression and replied in a hoarse voice: "I haven't come back yet."

"Brother, will he never come back? Will he die?"

Little Douding blinked his bright eyes and asked with tears in his eyes.

Although she is young, Xiao Douding has experienced painful experiences that should not be experienced at this age. When she was imprisoned in the demon refining place, she had already seen a lot of birth, old age, illness and death.

In her opinion, people are like insects and may die at any time, so she has become numb to death.

But for some reason, when she thought of Chen Mo's death, her heart suddenly tightened, as if she had lost something important.

Liu Wuxin stayed up all night and looked haggard. Now after hearing Xiao Douding's words, her little hands clutched the corners of her skirt tightly. Her strange pupils flickered, and the faint red pupils began to spread around her eyes, as if there was something there. To wake up.

"It's all my fault. The young master has offended Prince Ning. He is a giant of the Tianlong Dynasty. If the young master offends him, it will only be... It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Su Yumo sighed helplessly, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Sister Su, will my brother really die?"

Xiao Douding asked anxiously, tears welling up in his eyes, and his milky voice was filled with endless sadness.

Liu Wuxin bit her red lips with white teeth, and blood slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth, "I am too weak. If I can be stronger, I can protect my brother...".

Chen Mo's appearance was like a banished immortal, rescuing Liu Wuxin from hell. From that moment on, she completely relied on the former and regarded him as her safe haven.

But today, she realized that Chen Mo was not omnipotent. He was a human being and had weaknesses and times when he was powerless.

The only blame is that they are too weak.

"It's not your fault that you are weak. You are all still too young. Even if you want to become stronger, you don't have enough time... I just hope that the young master can have a good life."

Fu Bo sighed slightly and said helplessly.

After living for so many years, he was used to birth, old age, illness and death, but today, the only thing he didn't want to see was a white-haired person giving a black-haired person a gift.

Zhang Long and Zhao Hu didn't say anything, but they all felt powerless and blamed themselves for being weak.

At three quarters of noon, the sun was even more eye-catching. The old man lying on the bench woke up leisurely, stretched his body, and said with a smile: "Why, aren't you all asleep?"

No one answered.

"Don't worry, that kid can't die. I can assure you that no one can kill him in this Tianlong Dynasty's one-third of an acre of land."

As the old man spoke, his eyebrows suddenly raised, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he said, "It seems that he is back."

After the words fell, everyone turned their eyes to this mysterious old man.

Crunch——

There was a sound of pushing the door open, and at the door, Chen Mo walked in with a lot of medicinal materials in his hand and a smile on his face.

At this moment, the originally depressing courtyard suddenly became lively. One by one, they rushed over and gathered around Chen Mo to greet him.

"Everyone, I'm fine. You don't have to worry. With the help of Brother Pei and the others, I'm safe. However, Prince Ning will also suffer."

Chen Mo explained with a smile.

"Master, what happened? How could Prince Ning let you go safely?"

Su Yumo couldn't believe it, looked Chen Mo up and down, and asked with concern.

"You will know in a few days"

After Chen Mo smiled and greeted everyone one by one, he then looked at Liu Wuxin, who was holding the corners of her skirt with both hands and staring at him with tearful eyes, giving him a heartbreaking feeling of brokenness.

"Silly girl, why are you crying? I'm not dead yet."

Chen Mo smiled and touched Liu Wuxin's head.

"They all say that Prince Ning is very powerful. If you are deliberately targeted, your life will be in danger. I am worried, worried that you will die...Brother, I don't want you to die..."

"Don't worry. I said I will always stay by your side. How can I die so easily? Even if I die, you can resurrect me."

"Brother is lying, how can a person be resurrected after death?"

Liu Wuxin wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned her tears into a smile.

"As long as it's you, everything is possible."

As Chen Mo said, he noticed that there was an old man in white robe standing next to him. He had been staring at him since he came in.

Chen Mo felt weird being looked at like this when flirting with a girl. He turned to look at the old man and said, "May I ask the old man...".

"He was brought here by Young Master Long yesterday. He said he wanted to see you. He has been waiting here since yesterday."

Fu Bo explained from the side.

Chen Mo nodded slightly and handed the medicinal materials in his hand to Uncle Fu, "Go and prepare the medicinal materials for Wuxin and the others. It's time to open the pulse for the second time."

Uncle Fu nodded and left with the medicinal materials. Seeing this, Liu Wuxin and others could not continue to pester Chen Mo and returned to the room.

"The old gentleman also came here to ask questions?"

Chen Mo has been through a lot in the past few days. Because of his words of "Great Dao Three Thousand" and the body of a useless Spirit Vein, he defeated Zhao Wang who had two Spirit Veins. More and more people regard him as Dao Ancestor, asked him.

The old man nodded slightly, "The young gentleman's remarks that day made me suddenly enlightened. I came here today to ask questions... I am the High Grade Spirit Vein, which is also the forbidden Spirit Vein that the young gentleman said. No matter in this life, No matter how hard you try, you will only stop at Martial Artist Fourth Grade..."

"Dao Ancestor, I want to make progress so much"

"So, you want to find another way?"

The old man nodded slightly, "However, after decades of hard work, I can reach Fourth Grade strength. If I find another way now, wouldn't these decades of hard work be ruined? Although I still have hundreds of years to come back, But the heavy burden on my shoulders cannot be relieved. If I abandon the path and start cultivating again at this time, I'm afraid..."

The old man sighed slightly. None of the eight vassal kings and the three major sects had a fuel-efficient lamp. If he were to fail, these guys would definitely take advantage of the chaos, and no one would be able to suppress these guys.

"It is not easy for you, High Grade Spirit Vein, to cultivate to Fourth Grade strength. However, why do you want to abandon the Tao and re-cultivate? There is another way. It does not allow you to abandon the Tao and re-cultivate, but dual cultivation, dual cultivation of martial arts, or dual cultivation of witchcraft and martial arts... …”