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- ?There is a small pool in the cave, and water is constantly dripping from the top of the cave. -< Piaotian Literature registered members recommend this work >-
Except for the pool, the cave was relatively dry and there was no danger. Ye Chen took out a spare set of clothes and spread them flat on the ground, and then prepared for Han Qingxue to lie on it.
However, Han Qingxue held his hand tightly and refused to lie down.
"Senior sister." Ye Chen called.
"Let me lean into your arms." Han Qingxue said softly, a blush flashing across her pale face.
She knew her situation very well and had almost no chance of survival.
Since life is about to end, why not open your heart and do what you have always wanted to do but dare not do in the last period of your life.
She has feelings for Ye Chen, only she knows it.
From that time when she captured the Flower of Destiny, Ye Chen's figure was deeply imprinted in her heart. They were born and died together, and their feelings were sublimated unknowingly.
By now, Han Qingxue was unable to extricate herself, but she didn't want to let herself fall into love prematurely. This was not in line with the path she was taking.
She has been suppressing it for a long time. Until today, she knew that her life was about to end, and all her emotions burst out.
At this moment, Ye Chen also vaguely felt that Han Qingxue liked him. Ye Chen had never been sure before because she was too cold, which made Ye Chen not dare to blaspheme or think in that direction.
Ye Chen held her, feeling her breath while delivering blood.
"Sister, why are you so stupid? Why did you block that slap for me!"
Han Qingxue said nothing, but looked at Ye Chen weakly with her eyes open.
In those eyes, Ye Chen saw a trace of tenderness, which made his heart ache.
Involuntarily, Ye Chen leaned down and kissed the pale lips gently.
Han Qingxue's delicate body trembled, as if she was electrocuted, and her pale face immediately turned red with blood.
However, she did not struggle or refuse, she narrowed her eyes slightly and enjoyed the beauty of this moment.
She wants to imprint this feeling deep in her soul, so that even after her death, she can use her soul to recall the good things she once had.
It was getting dark, and there were faint sounds of beast roars in the distance.
Ye Chen hugged Han Qingxue and while delivering blood to her, he said: "Qingxue, when you recover from your injury, let's return to the sect. I'll accompany you to watch the snow on Xuezhu Peak, okay?"
"Look at the snow"
Han Qingxue tried her best to open her eyes, her voice was much weaker than before, she murmured softly, a look of yearning flashed in her eyes.
"When the time comes, you play the piano and I dance the sword. Do you still remember the tune I played that time?" Ye Chen leaned against Han Qingxue's ear, his voice was very soft and soft.
"Remember"
A flash of light flashed in Han Qingxue's eyes.
Ye Chen's heart trembled. He felt that Han Qingxue's aura was getting weaker and weaker, almost disappearing.
The long-term blood and gas transportation has caused the blood and gas in his body to wither, and now there is almost no blood and gas transportation.
The vitality in Han Qingxue¡¯s body is constantly draining, and her life is about to come to an end.
"Qingxue, when the world becomes peaceful and we all find immortality, we will return to Snow Bamboo Peak and watch the snowflakes flying every day. I want to see you dancing in the snow like a fairy"
"Well" Han Qingxue responded in a low voice, her voice a little unclear: "Will you always stay with me"
"Of course, I will always be with you." Ye Chen's voice was choked with sobs, his throat was so painful that his voice was trembling.
"Junior brother, let me touch your face"
Han Qingxue smiled. This smile was so sad and beautiful that it was deeply imprinted in the depths of Ye Chen's soul. She reached out her hand to touch Ye Chen's face tremblingly.
However, when the hand reached into the air, it stopped there, and then fell down bit by bit.
"Qingxue." Ye Chen called, his eyes were empty.
"Qingxue, don't sleep, I want you to talk to me!"
"Qingxue, wake up, wake up!"
Ye Chen kept shaking Han Qingxue and mumbling to himself, but Han Qingxue couldn't hear and could no longer answer him.
"Qingxue,!"
"ah,!"
Ye Chen's voice was filled with endless sadness, which made the cave almost collapse.
"Qingxue, wake up, you promised me to go back to Snow Bamboo Peak to watch the snowflakes fall; you promisedYou want to play the piano for me; you promised me that you would dance for me; how can you keep your words, how can you, how can you, how can you! "
Ye Chen was heartbroken, tears kept flowing out, wetting his own face and Han Qingxue's face.
However, no matter how he shouted, Han Qingxue could no longer hear her. Her vitality was gone, and even her soul and consciousness were dissipating bit by bit.
"Qingxue, how could you leave me alone in this strange world!"
Ye Chen murmured softly.
"I remember the first time I met you. It was at the Yingcheng disciple selection competition. You helped me injure the Fire God Son. At that moment, your figure was already imprinted in my heart. It's just that you were always so cold and indifferent. , your temperament is like that of the Moon Palace Fairy, which makes people dare not blaspheme!"
"Later, you helped me time and time again. Without you, there would be no Ye Chen today. But you just left me and I couldn't do anything. This feeling is worse than death, life is worse than death!"
Ye Chen just held Han Qingxue in his arms and kept murmuring, recounting every detail of what had happened to Han Qingxue. Each word sounded full of sorrow and sorrow.
One day, two days, three days.
Ye Chen was like a puppet, holding Han Qingxue and whispering softly.
In three days, Han Qingxue¡¯s soul and consciousness almost collapsed.
Her pale face, pale lips, and world-famous appearance reflected in Ye Chen's eyes, as if ten thousand swords were strangling his heart, the pain was so intense that it penetrated to the bone marrow.
Tired, Ye Chen was tired, his energy was completely exhausted, his eyes gradually closed, and he fell asleep holding Han Qingxue, whose life had long disappeared.
When Ye Chen was sleeping, his life sea part emitted wisps of fairy light, and there was a slight buzzing sound.
Gradually, a piece of cloth the size of a palm flew out of the sea.
There were some blood stains on the snow-white cloth. It shone with strong fairy light and flew to the top of Han Qingxue's head. The pure fairy light kept emitting.
This fairy light exuded a royal aura, and Ye Chen woke up immediately.
When he looked at this scene, his expression was first shocked, then ecstatic.
The blood-stained skirt, the blood-stained skirt has always been extremely mysterious. Ye Chen couldn't guess how powerful it was. Even the holy corpse could be easily suppressed, which was enough to show that it was very extraordinary.
"Now it is exuding the Emperor's aura, and this Emperor's aura seems to be more powerful and domineering than the Emperor's aura of the Six Paths Holy Emperor.
"Qingxue can be saved, she can be saved!"
Ye Chen's heart was beating wildly, and he felt extremely uneasy. He didn't know whether the blood-stained skirt could bring Han Qingxue back to life.
Ye Chen hugged Han Qingxue and didn't dare to move, for fear that something would happen if he moved.
At this time, his mood was so tense that it was difficult to describe.
The blood-stained clothes were suspended above Han Qingxue's head, and fairy light fell down, completely covering Han Qingxue's head.
Gradually, Ye Chen saw little bits of bright white light coming together one by one, and they continued to sink into Han Qingxue's head.
"That's Qingxue's dissipated consciousness!"
Ye Chen exclaimed with joy, his heart almost jumped out of his chest.
Slowly, Ye Chen felt Han Qingxue's consciousness gradually condense.
This process is always going on.
It wasn¡¯t until a few days later that Han Qingxue¡¯s dispersed consciousness was completely restored.
The blood-stained skirt of her clothes was still suspended above her head, and the fairy light shining down became even stronger, covering her entire body.
The essences of the ten directions began to gather towards the cave.
There are attributes and powers in these essences that Ye Chen has never been exposed to before.
Some powers are like holy light. After they entered Han Qingxue's body, Ye Chen felt that the destructive power hidden in her body was disappearing.
Then, her internal organs were gradually repaired, bit by bit, and finally they were intact as before.
However, Han Qingxue still didn¡¯t wake up.
The fairy light is still scattered on the blood-stained clothes.
It exudes a royal aura that frightens all living beings within a hundred thousand miles.
It makes a radius of 100,000 miles like a dead zone, without any living things. All living things flee, and some even die directly under the pressure of this emperor's aura.
Endless energy gathered crazily, and there seemed to be a bottomless abyss in Han Qingxue's body, absorbing all the energy.
¡°Buzz buzz!¡±
A series of buzzing sounds came from her body. Ye Chen looked at this scene in shock, although her bodyThere was still no life, but Ye Chen could feel her bloodline changing.
This is a very contradictory and contradictory feeling.
Ye Chen obviously couldn't feel Han Qingxue's vitality, but he could clearly sense that her blood was constantly being stimulated, and she seemed to have a terrifying vitality.
Han Qingxue's body surface was covered with a layer of fairy light, her clothes were broken into pieces and turned into powder, and a flawless jade body appeared in Ye Chen's eyes.
This body is indescribably beautiful.
Among the women's bodies that Ye Chen has ever seen, Han Qingxue's body is the most beautiful. No one can compare with her, not even Yu Linglong and Xue Qingwu.
??The beauty comes from the earth, just like the exquisite jade carving, which is better than the immortal muscle and jade bone.
Ye Chen admired it, his eyes filled with wonder. He quickly withdrew his gaze without any trace of lust.
At this time, the blood-stained skirt slowly fell down and stuck to Han Qingxue's chest, covering up a little of the bright red color.
The essences from the ten directions are still gathering together, and they are constantly flowing into Han Qingxue's body.
Gradually, Ye Chen felt that Han Qingxue's body was alive and she had the breath of life.
This kind of life breath is getting stronger and stronger, and soon becomes extremely strong.
The blood in her body began to flow, and Ye Chen was shocked by the strong vitality.
"Qingxue, you are finally alive, finally alive!"
At this time, Ye Chen's heart was indescribable. This feeling of regaining something was like a pauper owning the whole world in a blink of an eye. Please go to -< Piao Tian Literary Registered Member Recommends this Work > - to watch without ads.
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