"Senior Brother Song is almost dead! You are still caring about the enemy. I think you are really sick."

"Ru Mu," Cheng Xiaorou and Ruqin hurriedly pulled her away, shook their heads and signaled her not to say anything, but she couldn't stop talking at all, and she cried again: "Uncle Mu has been in for several hours, and there is still no movement at all. Senior sister, can't Senior Brother Song survive?"

Before Cheng Xiaorou could comfort her, she saw Ji Nuan pushing the door and rushing in. After looking at each other, the three of them followed quickly.

The moment the door was pushed open, Mu Xun had already taken back all the silver needles that pierced Song Wangchen's chest, and then closed his clothes for him. Seeing Ji Nuan walking slowly over with tears in his face, he stood up and sighed, "Wangchen has no worries about his life, but... I will go back and look through the medical books again, and maybe I can find a way to help him."

Although Mu Xun comforted them like this, he knew it was clear that Song Wangchen's eyes had been destroyed and there was no way to help him.

Song Wangchen was lying on the bed, his already fair cheeks looked particularly pale due to his serious injuries. The gauze wrapped around his eyes could no longer cover the two dazzling reds, deeply hurting the hearts of everyone present.

Ji Nuan jumped wildly with her heart. She staggered and knelt on the bed. When her trembling little hand was about to touch his cheek, she pulled back like an electric shock.

Then she picked up a strand of her wet hair and leaned close to the tip of her nose and smelled it. She felt the fishy smell was unbearable, and her stomach felt disgusted. She abandoned it with disgust, forced her to stand up on the edge of the bed, and then turned around and asked anxiously: "Senior sister, where is the bath pool? My husband always loves tidy and must not let him see what I look like now. I want to take a bath, I want to take a bath." At the end of his words, he was crying.

"Junior sister, calm down, senior brother, he..." Cheng Xiaorou wanted to speak again, and the tears she held back slid out of her eyes again. Then she pretended to be calm and wiped away her tears, and smiled bitterly: "The bathhouse is in the side room, I'll take you there."

When he finished speaking, Ji Nuan ran out impatiently. Cheng Xiaorou looked at Song Wangchen who was unconscious with compassion, and then ordered Ruqin to get the clothes for dressing. Then she came to the side room and rubbed her tenderness uneasyly, and walked back and forth anxiously.

Ji Nuan clearly should be the one who hates Jiang Yu the most, but when she asked Jiang Yu, her eyes were full of anxiety and concern, and there was an unconcealed partiality in her words. What was the reason why she was so abnormal?

And the cold spring water called by Ji Nuan today is not Muxi technique. Even among the Hundred Sects of the Immortals, no one has ever heard of this technique. The technique of controlling water and turning rain is actually more like a demon technique. Now Song Wangchen is seriously injured and unconscious. If Ji Nuan loses control of his emotions again, how can she protect her?

Cheng Xiaorou was already anxious and uneasy, and Ji Nuan's crying sound suddenly came from inside the room. She hurriedly pushed the door and saw Ji Nuan kneeling naked in the misty hot spring pool, with her hands constantly slapping the water surface, venting her sadness wildly.

Cheng Xiaorou hurriedly went into the water to hold her in her arms, then pushed away the messy black hair on her cheeks, stared at her eyes, and comforted herself: "Junior sister, look at me, look at me, believe me, it's okay, it's okay, it's all over, the senior brother will get better, everything will get better."

Ji Nuan hugged her neck and cried heartbrokenly. After a long time, she reached out to wipe away the tears from her face, but she lost control again and said, "Sister Sister, I'm sorry, sorry! I've got your clothes wet, and it's my fault before that, it's all my fault, my fault!"

As he spoke, he wanted to slap himself in the face again. Cheng Xiaorou hurriedly took her hand to stop her movements, smiled and said, "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't blame you, I really didn't blame you."

But no matter how she persuaded her, Ji Nuan was still very excited and kept repeating her apology. Cheng Xiaorou pointed to Ruqin who was quietly wiping her tears by the pool, and forced herself to smile and said, "Junior sister, look, the clothes are ready, can I help you dress up? OK

Is it?"

Ji Nuan nodded in confusion, Cheng Xiaorou pulled her out of the bathhouse, put on clothes for her, and wiped her wet hair with a brocade handkerchief. Then she painted her eyebrows, put on lipstick, and applied makeup, just like Ji Nuan's wedding day, making her the most beautiful color in Song Wangchen's eyes.

But now, he will never see you again!

Ji Nuan sat by the pool with her knees, staring at the hazy shadow in the water, and her emotions calmed down a lot. She curled her lips and smiled slightly, "How could there be such a domineering and selfish person in this world? It would be fine if she talks less on weekdays, and she didn't even inform me of getting married in advance, which made me have a husband without any preparation. Not only that, he did not allow me to contact other opposite sexes, but also asked me to follow him in a row. Why?" It seemed like asking Cheng Xiaorou, and it was also like asking about her own reflection in the water.

Cheng Xiaorou's hands that were combing her hair for a while paused, then continued to move and smiled as if nothing had happened: "Senior brother, he is not domineering and selfish, but he loves you too much and is reluctant to leave him, so he will do this."

Ji Nuan suddenly turned around again, took Cheng Xiaorou's hand, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, do you know? My husband's pair of hands holding swords to kill demons and eliminate demons will also gently hold the wooden comb to tie my hair and draw my eyebrows.

The ancients said that a gentleman stayed away from the kitchen, but he could make desserts for me, and he could make dumplings. You said that he, a person who does not eat meat, could even compete for chicken legs for jealousy with Tang Siyan. Isn’t it stupid?

But it's so strange that since we got married, he ate whatever I ate and didn't hate meat. I doubt he pretended not to eat meat before?"

Ji Nuan changed her previous sad face, covered her mouth and giggled, but the tears in her eyes had never dried up. Cheng Xiaorou just listened quietly, and laughed silently with her and she burst into tears.

Then, she pulled Cheng Xiaorou up and said with a smile: "Senior sister, your clothes are soaked. Go back and change them! I should go to see my husband, he must be anxious. By the way! You are not allowed to come and disturb us, I just want to stay alone with him."

"Junior sister, you..." Cheng Xiaorou felt something was wrong with her, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Ji Nuan shook her head and smiled, "I'm fine, it's really okay! Tang Siyan was also seriously injured. If I want to take care of Wangchen, I won't go to see him. If he wakes up, senior sister, please say sorry to him for me. I have implicated him."

"Junior sister," Cheng Xiaorou called her softly, but she did not turn around, but walked quickly towards the house. As soon as she stepped in, she hurriedly closed the door, leaning against the door, covering her mouth to prevent herself from crying.

After hearing Cheng Xiaorou and others had left, Ji Nuan forced herself to calm down again. She sat on the edge of the bed with a smile, held Song Wangchen's hand, and said to him: "Do you know, my husband? Our Ling Ye has grown up to be an adult, and before I could even hug him, he was already married. He is as tall as you and is more beautiful than you, because there is always a smile in his eyebrows and eyes, and his words and deeds are very humble and polite, which always makes people feel comfortable like a spring breeze. It's a pity that Ling Ye doesn't know us anymore, but it doesn't matter, as long as he is alive, it's fine!

You! Just like an ice sculpture, you don’t like to laugh or talk. You were not like this a thousand years ago. You were obviously good at speaking and still had a pure heart. You always wanted to be harmonious with the human demons and peace in the world, but now you have become a person who will be punished whenever you have a demon. Do you think you are against your original intention?”

She shivered her hands and gently stroked Song Wangchen's cheek, and continued to say with a sob: "If you are cold, just be cold! But why do you want to be exceptional to me? Why do you want to let me leave you like this? How can I bear to abandon you?"

Drops of crystal tears fell on his pale cheeks. Ji Nuan kept wiping away tears for him, but she wiping more and more. She forced a smile and said, "Mr., are you useless? It's fine if you don't have enough cultivation, but you can't do anything. Now you don't even listen to my tears, and you've got your face dirty. I'm sorry! I'm sorry..."

Ji Nuan lay on his chest, repeating the three words "I'm sorry". A thousand years ago, when she was dying, she thought that she would not be a monster in her life, so she could accompany him without any scruples, openly and honestly, and be the most casual and lazy little couple in the world. But even if she is no longer a monster, they are always suffering. She is tired, tired, and no longer want to be persistent.

Perhaps only by leaving him will his suffering end, everything will return to its original position, and everything will gradually get better.

In the silent dark night, only Ji Nuan's sobs could be heard. It seemed that after a long time, and it seemed that she had just a snap of her fingers. She finally stood up reluctantly on the bed, smiled slightly at Song Wangchen, and then printed a kiss of love on his dry and white lips.

After getting up and writing a goodbye letter, he took off the agate ring on his ring finger and placed it on the envelope. Finally, he hooked his little finger and called out the inquiry, gritted his teeth and broke it with mercy.

The reason why she didn't ask Song Wangchen for safety was because she knew that as long as she kept asking about love, Song Wangchen would not have any worries about life, but at this time she broke it, and even if she wanted to break the last bond between herself and him. Without asking about love, Song Wangchen would never find her again, and from now on, they would not meet again.

Ji Nuan did not look back. She was afraid that as long as she looked at him more, she would not be able to stop rushing to him, holding his hand and never letting go.

At this time, Zhu Xie, who was leaning against the bed, suddenly flew over and blocked Ji Nuan's way horizontally. She stroked its scabbard and smiled silently.

Suddenly, when she recalled that during the time when she got married with Song Wangchen, she was doing nothing and was bored, she tried to control Zhuxie and practice sword, but Zhuxie did not give her any face at all, and she couldn't even pull it out.

She whispered unhappily and scolded it, "The dog sword looked down on people." Then she hit the hilt of the sword, pridefully mocking it, "Little girl, you are so crazy, you are still being stepped on by me. I have been calling you for half a year, and you still dare to follow me...ah..." Before he finished speaking, he was taken to the air by Zhu Xie, and was ruthlessly thrown from the air by him.

Song Wangchen jumped from the piano frame, caught her and fell back to the ground, and deliberately joked: "It's clear that you have poor cultivation, why did you blame my sword?"

Ji Nuan snorted coldly and frowned and said, "Zhu Xie bullies me, even you dare to bully me, so you can live your life with your sword!"

When she turned around and wanted to leave, she was pulled back by Song Wangchen, which made her feel what Song Wangchen-style "bullying" is.

Afterwards, when Song Wangchen taught her to practice swords, Zhu Xie gave her enough affection. Two close white figures waved their swords in the bamboo forest, causing the bamboo leaves to float around. The smiles on their faces were endless happiness and satisfaction.

Unfortunately, compared to the short-term happiness, they had countless hardships. Ji Nuan once again hit the hilt of the sword and smiled bitterly: "Since it is a spiritual sword, then protect him for me. Goodbye to kill the evil, we should not see each other again."

Zhu Xie kept blocking her and refused to leave. Even though she took a detour, it kept following her. Ji Nuan finally stopped and said coldly: "Don't follow me anymore. I don't even want him, let alone you!"

But as soon as she left, Zhu Xie followed him again. She shouted irritably, "I said don't follow me again, go back!" Then, he condensed his spiritual power in his palm and knocked it back into the room with his backhand.

When the door closed and "clang" sounded, Ji Nuan burst into tears again. She had been obsessed with him for two lives, and in the end, she lived less than a sword!

When she met Ling Cheng a thousand years ago, Zhu Xie was in his hands. When she found Song Wangchen a thousand years later, Zhu Xie found him more than ten years ago. Now Zhu Xie can keep guarding him, but she can no longer be with him.
Chapter completed!