Sansheng Xiantu is here for you

Chapter 387 The Broken Body

The white snow on the Changbai Mountains has not melted for thousands of years.

But the figures of Helan Yunlian and Ziluo had already disappeared in this world.

Yuntun Mountain in the east of the mainland is in the warm summer.Here the four seasons are like spring, depending on the vertical rivers.

The suitable temperature has nourished countless vegetation.

And in the mountains and forests in the southeast, large wisteria flowers bloom in purple bouquets, swaying in the warm wind, exuding a sweet smell.

In the mountains and forests, a small wooden house is hidden in the depths of wisteria flowers.

"It hurts, it really hurts..."

A woman's low moans, with a heart-rending choking sound, came from inside.

Ziluo was lying on the bed, accompanied by countless wisteria flowers.

On her ankle, a shocking scar appeared there.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt..." Helan Yunlian comforted softly, and carefully tied the bandage in her hand to the wound.

A burst of severe pain came, and the painful Ziluo yelled hoarsely.

She raised her hand and firmly grasped Helan Yunlian's arm, her eyes filled with tears, "My lord, will Ziluo never get better..."

As she spoke, she closed her eyes in pain, tears rolling down her face.

The wisteria flowers around, as if they could feel her sadness, swayed gently on the bed, wrapping her ankles.

"No." Helan Yunlian frowned in pain, closed her eyes tightly, and grabbed Ziluo's hand, "As long as I'm here, I won't let you leave me like this."

Ziluo listened and cried loudly.

She has been by Helan Yunlian's side for a hundred years, and now she is seriously injured, and her mood is depressed. Her pain deeply stimulated Helan Yunlian's heart.

"Before that, you must stay here for a long time. I will find the thousand-year-old Shujincao to restore your ankle to its original state."

Helan Yunlian spoke wearily, Ziluo's physical condition was deteriorating every day, and new injuries were added before the old injuries healed.

The life of wisteria is tenacious, but after all, it is just vegetation. If the foundation is injured, the wound will not be healed in a lifetime.

Seeing her crying sadly, Helan Yunlian sighed a long time, sat down on the side of the bed, reached out and touched Ziluo's forehead lightly, "Today's forehead is no longer hot, everything is developing for the better."

Zi Luo listened to him comforting herself softly, wiped her tears vigorously, and then raised her head.

With red and swollen eyes, looking at Helan Yunlian with a tired face, she curled her lips in grievance.

Helan Yunlian nodded silently, he could clearly feel that his heart was beating wildly because of poor rest.

They just arrived here three days ago, and the purple vine is hurting, and the place where there are wisteria flowers can relieve her pain.

Rubbing her swollen temples, Helan Yunlian comforted Ziluo before turning around and going to the outer room.

A simple bamboo recliner is quietly placed beside the window.

The moment Helan Yunlian lay down, a sharp pain came from the wound on her back.

He suddenly curled up and reached out to touch the wound on his back, his face turned slightly pale.

After being bitten by the sandworm, he received Ziluo's cry for help, and after running around for days, the wound worsened.

Because of successive accidents, his body was weak.The strength on his body, like his body, dissipated and degenerated.

Helan Yunlian let out a long sigh, and then continued to lie down again when she heard that there was no movement in the inner room.

(End of this chapter)