Chapter 457
Often at this time, Shen Yuling would lower his head, look at his bare toes, and remain silent.

She didn't know who the woman Su Muzhe was talking about was, and she didn't know why he took her to stay in this desolate desert for half a month.

Withdrawing his eyes, he lowered his head and buried his head in his arms.

Su Muzhe silently skewered the jackal meat on a branch and grilled it slowly over the fire.

Turn slowly.

Under the firelight, that face, which was too good to be true, carefully turned the jackal meat on the campfire, as if it was a particularly important matter.

After it was baked, when it was handed over, there was also a jug of wine.

Shen Yuling took it silently, mechanically biting, expressionless.

He always doesn't eat anything, silently watches her finish eating, walks over, cleans her hands, and then picks her up like a child.

Leaning her face against his chest, she just walked silently.

Under the night, the golden quicksand slowly slid past her side, and she fell asleep again in a trance.

……

Ye Chongwen found Bai Moling.

Outside the Tongji Temple, Ye Chongwen was wearing a black long gown with a haggard complexion.

Looking at the tall and thin figure, Bai Moling was slightly startled.

In her impression, this lazy cat-like man would never treat himself badly.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Ye Chongwen turned around.

Bai Moling's lips pursed slightly.

With dark blue eyes, pale and pointed face, and a bewildered look.

This man, I love God Yuling so much.

She nodded lightly.

Monks don't have to pay big salutes, even if they meet Emperor Qingyuan.

Ye Chongwen withdrew his gaze, took a deep breath, looked at her fixedly and said, "Where did they go?"

Bai Moling shook his head.

"Since I came here that day, there has been no news."

Ye Chongwen swayed as if he had lost his last bit of support.

Bai Moling looked up at him with all his strength drained, and sighed.

"When Shen Yuling's cold syndrome broke out, he was relieved with strong wine.

Life is safe.

It's just that she received my master's * character, which is contrary to the power of the ghost in her body. If she doesn't try to cure it, the cold syndrome will become more and more serious.

Until the soul is lost. "

Not surprisingly, Ye Chongwen's face turned even paler.

He looked down at Bai Moling blankly, and his trembling lips moved.

There was despair in that voice,

"How can we save her?"

"Your life."

Bai Moling looked at him indifferently, and said it frankly.

"Only by replacing the blood in her body with the power of the nether world with the heart blood of the most loving and holy emperor, can she hope to survive."

Ye Chongwen smiled, and there was an indescribable relief in the smile.

"it is good."

As long as she can be saved, life is not important, nothing is important.

"Is there any way to find her?"

"She has my spiritual power in her body, use this,"

Bai Moling handed him a transparent stone.

Inside is watery blood.

"What's this?" His eyes moved from above to her face.

"This is my blood, I can feel the spiritual power in her body, follow the instructions above, and you will find her,"

Speaking of this, a wry smile appeared on the corner of her lips,
"Su Muzhe doesn't know, neither does Shen Yuling, if you meet them, don't say I found them for you.

I don't want to die yet. "

She lowered her eyes, Su Muzhe's cold words echoed in her mind.

"it is good."

Ye Chongwen nodded, put away the transparent stone, and looked at her, "Don't hurt her anymore, Su Muzhe doesn't love you, if he hasn't loved you before, he won't in the future.

No matter how hard you struggle, it's useless.

Like,

just like me. "

(End of this chapter)

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