Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 473 Don't Think About Leaving Me Alone
Because Tianhe died on the top of the mountain behind the Daxiangguo Temple, generally speaking, even if the missing soul is frightened and leaves the original soul, it will not be too far away from the corpse, but the strange thing is that Feng Jin and Wuming have completely turned their backs. I went back to the mountain three times, but I didn't find the missing soul.

"Impossible! How could there be no? Could it be that the missing soul has been swallowed by Bai Chong?"

Feng Jin's long jet-black eyebrows were twisted into the word Sichuan. It was almost dawn, and she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, walking up and down on the top of the back mountain.

"It's not possible. With Bai Zhong's ability, if he wanted to devour Tianhe's soul, he couldn't just devour one soul. He probably left for some urgent business at that time, and he didn't have time to devour the soul."

Wuming tried to comfort Feng Jin, "A Jin, don't worry, we'll look for it again."

When the ray of light in the sky lit up, they still hadn't found the soul.

Feng Jin looked at the mountains and the red sun rising slowly, her face was so gloomy that dripping water, even the sun could not warm her face.

It was dawn, and hope was dashed.

Back in the palace, Feng Jin was still gloomy, looking at Tian He lying on the couch with his eyes closed and his face completely ashen, Feng Jin felt both sad and guilty.

When she was in trouble, Tianhe saved her, but when Tianhe was in trouble, she couldn't do anything.

Feng Jin punched the couch fiercely, Wuming quickly held her hand, saw that the skin on the back of her hand was torn and bloodshot, and quickly asked the palace servants to bring the medicine.

"I am fine."

Feng Jin wanted to withdraw his hand, but Wuming held it tightly, "I have the final say on whether there is anything to do, and what you say doesn't count."

Wuming's voice was a little harsh, and his expression was a little grim. Feng Jin hesitated for a moment, and obediently let him help her deal with the injury on the back of her hand.

During the process of treating the wound, Wuming's face was tense, and the breath around his body was very oppressive. Until the wound was cleaned, ointment was applied, and the treatment was completed, he never said a word.

Feng Jin saw that he was angry, lowered her figure, and said in a soft tone, "Wu Ming, I won't do it next time."

Wuming still didn't speak, and asked the palace servants to take off the ointment.

Feng Jin pulled his sleeves, with a flattering smile on his face, and looked at him eagerly, "Wu Ming, I really won't."

"Ajin—"

Wuming wanted to say a few words to her, but seeing her watery eyes, she could no longer speak when she reached her mouth, Wuming sighed and rubbed her hair, "You have to remember."

From yesterday to today, he has been thinking, if he really can't pass this test and leaves Ah Jin alone, what will she do?
He wanted to tell her to take good care of herself and live a good life, lest one day, he would really leave her side.

But when he saw Feng Jinqiu's eyes full of water, Wuming couldn't say a single word.

Abandoning her for 300 years and letting her suffer alone for 300 years, do you want to abandon her again?

Do not!
"Ajin, if one day I die, what will you do?"

Wuming tentatively asked, Feng Jin's heart skipped a beat, and she said a little unhappy, "Wuming, why did you suddenly talk about life and death? Is it because of Bai Chong? If Bai Chong came to the Central Plains, he should also want to arrest me. If I die, I will die, and you will be fine."

"Ajin, answer my question."

Wuming's tone was a bit serious, Feng Jin's heart sank a little bit, she felt very bad, she subconsciously refused to answer.

"Ajin—"

Wuming sighed faintly, "Tell me, okay?"

"Let me tell you, if there is such a day, I will definitely live a good life. I will choose a thousand or eight hundred noodles, and sing and sing every night, and the romance will never stop."

Feng Jin was in a bad mood, and said angrily, but Wuming took it seriously, with a complicated expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "Really?"

"real!"

"good very good."

Wuming murmured, the expression on his face didn't look angry, but rather lonely and pleased. Feng Jin thought that she had said something wrong and offended him, so she wanted to explain a few words, but heard Wuming say, " If there is such a day, Ah Jin must remember what I said today, must live a good life, live happily and contentedly every day, if there is a man she likes, feel free to bring him into the palace."

Feng Jin was stunned. Seeing that Wuming didn't look like he was joking, he was immediately a little annoyed, "Wuming, what if I want to appoint someone else as the emperor and husband?"

Wuming was startled, then smiled bitterly, "As you wish."

"Follow my heart? Do you follow me in everything?"

Feng Jin Huo stood up, her tone a little rushed, she was tired all night and did not close her eyes, and because of Tianhe, her heart was heavy, her mood was very bad, her heart had long been suffocated, and now she was stimulated, that feeling The evil fire could no longer be controlled, and it blew out, "I tell you, if you really follow my heart, when you die, I will die with you, and I will follow you wherever you go, Biluohuangquan , Underworld Yin Division, whether you are alive or dead, even if your soul is scattered, I will follow you forever, don't even try to get rid of me!"

"Ajin—"

Wuming's thick eyebrows were tightened, with a helpless look on his face.

Feng Jin walked back and forth anxiously in the room, Wuming would not bring up the issue of life and death for no reason, he must know something, maybe Bai Ye told him.

"Ajin—"

Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Wuming also felt sad. He wanted to hug her in his arms to comfort her, but Feng Jin threw his hand away forcefully.

"Wu Ming, let me tell you, I hate you saying this! I don't like to hear it! I have died twice, and I don't want to die a third time, but if you die, then I will die a third time!"

Feng Jin's words were incoherent, her tone was urgent and rushed, Wuming hugged her, Feng Jin struggled hard, Wuming hugged her tightly and refused to let go, "A Jin, I was wrong, if I don't say it, don't be sad ..."

Feng Jin was struggling all the time, refusing to be hugged by him, and Wuming held her tighter and tighter. Gradually, Feng Jin calmed down in his arms. Just when Wuming thought she was recovering, she suddenly felt two hot drops of water. Tears dripped on his chest, scalding his skin even through his clothes, Wuming froze.

There were more and more tears, and they were getting hotter and hotter. Wuming's heart was pierced, he hugged Feng Jin tightly, and kept comforting her, "Ajin, Ajin, I was wrong, I won't mention it again, I just want to , even if one day I'm gone, you can live a good life, just like..."

Just like in those 300 years.

However, in those 300 years, Ah Jin also had a bad life. She had no friends, family, or him. In the end, she fell into a demon and became a street mouse that everyone hunted down. She was also locked in the endless ice prison. 300 years of blizzard.

"Wuming, how could I live well without you? I warn you, I will not allow you to die, if you really die, I will immediately catch up with you and die with you, I don't want to be alone, without you I can't live..."

"Ajin, you have Yao'er..."

"Not enough, only Yao'er is not enough!"

Feng Jin's tears became more and more violent, "Wu Ming, I'm so sad, I can't help Tianhe, I feel like there's a piece missing in my heart, if it's you, my heart isn't missing a piece, it's the whole heart that has been gouged out Now, how do you tell me to live? How can you bear to leave me alone?"

"I was wrong, I won't say it."

Wuming kept kissing the hair on top of Feng Jin's head, his eyes were red, "Ah Jin, don't cry, my heart is broken when I cry."

He originally thought that even if he and Bai Zhong died together, he would still protect Ah Jin and Yao'er.

Now that I think about it, I'm afraid I can't.

He had to live, he was worried about leaving Ah Jin and Yao'er behind.

Like what Bai Ye said, if kneeling to Bai Zhong and begging for mercy is useful, he, he is willing to kneel.

If only he himself, the dignity of a man is greater than life and death, he would rather die under Bai Zhong's hands than kneel and kowtow, but, he has Ah Jin and Yao'er, he can't leave Ah Jin again, no!

Feng Jin was still crying silently in Wuming's arms, Wuming hugged her tightly, exerting more force, as if trying to embed her in his body, "Don't cry, Ah Jin, I won't die, I promise you .”

Feng Jin's body froze, she slowly raised her head from his embrace, looked at him with tears in her eyes, her voice was choked up, "Really?"

"Really! This is my promise!"

Wuming gently kissed the tears off her face, and hugged her again, "Don't cry, I just asked casually, don't be sad, it's my fault, I shouldn't talk nonsense."

Feng Jin slowly stretched out her hand, hugging his strong waist, "Wu Ming, no matter what happens, living is the most important thing! As long as you live, there is hope!"

Tears glistened in her eyes, but they were dazzling, revealing unshakable firmness.

(End of this chapter)