The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 220

Song Jiaolan was also very aggrieved: "That's right, I set up this life-death knot, but I don't know why, it's beyond my control. There is a mysterious force in the current life-death knot, I don't know what it is. Where does the power come from, but it is so powerful that I can't control it at all. All I can do now is let her go. As for whether Han Zhu can come back to life again, I don't know, and I can't predict it! This is beyond my ability!"

Mr. King was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and ordered: "Get out of the way, I will go in."

He lowered his eyes and said coldly, "Whether it's life or death, I always want to know."

If you live, then everyone will be happy.

If it dies, it will be hell on earth.

When Song Jiaolan heard this, she had no choice but to step aside.

Mr. King stepped into the secret room.

He looked down at Han Zhu lying on the bed. It was the body of a 19-year-old girl, lying so weakly, with a pale face and no vitality at all.

She was like a fish out of water, without water, she just suffocated on the white sheets.

Mr. King clenched his fists. At this moment, he felt heat in his eye sockets, which began to moisten.

He desperately kept his tears from falling, gritted his teeth and said, "Zhu Zhu, I beg you to give me a second miracle, okay?"

The scalding hot water still flowed down his blunt cheeks, his eyes were red, staring at the person on the bed who still had no signs of life.

"If you still want to leave me, then why do you want to come back? How can you have the heart to grab my heart so hard after giving me so much goodness and sweetness? You left me a son because you want Let me look at him for the rest of my life, so that I can never forget the pain of losing you?"

Mr. King raised his face, and after exhaling with difficulty, he lowered his head and stared at the person on the bed.

"Zhu Zhu, no matter what method you use to come back to life, no matter what you become, I beg you, please come back to me again."

"Do you know that I have loved you since I saw you for the first time when I was 16 years old. On that day, the sun was so bright, but there was a shadow in my study. You just walked into my study , walked into my world, smiled and helped me open the curtains, and told me that people should bask more in the sun."

Mr. Wang looked at the person on the bed who was still motionless, and said hoarsely and in a low voice: "At that time, you were smiling at me with your back facing the sunlight all over the room. At that moment, I felt that you were covered with gold, and you are my angel."

Mr. King slowly talked about the past, but the person on the bed was still lifeless, showing no sign of waking up.

His heart began to sink slowly, all the way to the dark hell, and he couldn't see a ray of sunshine in his eyes, it was all endless darkness.

Mr. Wang smiled wryly, with despair in his voice: "Han Zhu, you are too cruel, you made me lose you twice."

He stared blankly at a spot on the bed, and said hoarsely: "Do you know how I came here twice before? But no matter how painful it was at that time, I don't feel anything anymore when I think about it now, because you are back, as long as you Come back, everything will be painless."

He murmured, "But what if you don't come back..."

What if you really never come back?

Mr. King squatted there slumped, he buried his head and face on the sheets, his tall and strong body began to tremble in pain.

At this moment, he is like a homeless man on the street, decadent and helpless.

He was full of despair.

"Zhu Zhu, you really don't want me anymore, do you..." He murmured hoarsely and painfully.

Han Zhu slowly opened his eyes, she only felt that she had walked a long way.

When she opened her eyes and gradually regained her consciousness, she began to feel as if she had passed away.

Yes, she is Han Zhu, and the one who wakes up at this time is the real her.

Although the original her was herself, she lacked most of her aura.

She once thought it was because she had died once, so a part of her body had disappeared along with that dead self.

Now when the missing part came back, she realized that the lost part of herself was just imprisoned, imprisoned in the knot of life and death.

This is an extremely clever and mysterious spell, so clever that it is impossible for Song Jiaolan to do it.

Han Zhu slowly thought of one person, and that was her master.

Did the master already predict such a catastrophe that he would have such a catastrophe, so he sealed up most of his aura so that he could save his life at a critical moment?

Just when she was thinking this way, she heard a man's depressed and desperate cry.

This voice is strange and familiar.

Han Zhu turned his head with difficulty, and saw Mr. King lying on the bed crying like a child.

(End of this chapter)