"Girl, how are you?" Nangong Yi closed his palms, stepped forward to support his mother, and looked at Ling Muchao nervously.

Withdrawing the red cyclone around him, Ling Mulao took a slow, deep breath, then opened his eyes and shook his head slightly, "I'm fine, the queen should wake up after a while."

"Hmm~" Nangong Yi put down his mother gently after hearing this, and then sat cross-legged behind Ling Mulao, "You just spent too much internal energy, let me help you lose some energy first."

After saying that, seeing Ling Mulao pull out the needle on her wrist, Nangong Yi turned his hands into palms and gently pressed against her back, and an invisible force of true energy slowly flowed out.

The breath is flowing, and the blood is flowing back bit by bit.

Although Ling Mulao had just received a blood transfusion, after all, his own blood had flowed out, and coupled with the use of internal power, his body was inevitably weak.

But after Nangong Yi's influx of infuriating energy, the incoming blood adapted to the body's internal organs bit by bit, and he gradually regained his strength.

And at the same time that Nangong Yi was infusing Qi into Ling Mulao, the allure woman, who was so peaceful that she seemed to be sleeping soundly, blinked her eyelashes slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

"Where is this?" The woman's eyes were deep and had the same color as Nangong Yi.

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yi and Ling Muchao suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the woman who had regained consciousness with joy.

"Mother, you are finally awake!" Nangong Yi got out of bed, squatted next to the woman, and excitedly held the jade hands that gradually became warmer.

"Are you... Yi'er?" The woman's brows wrinkled nicely and she asked in disbelief.

Nangong Yi nodded solemnly, "Queen Mother, it's me!"

"Yi'er, my Yi'er!" When Nangong Yi's mother heard this, ripples appeared in her deep eyes, and she stretched out her slender fingers to gently caress Nangong Yi's cheek.

Nostalgic, with longing for not seeing each other for a long time, those fingers as white as suet jade trembled slightly, "You are Yi'er, I didn't expect to see my son again!"

"Mother, in the days to come, you will see your son every day!" Nangong Yi solemnly promised, holding the woman's fingers tightly with his backhand.

"Am I dreaming, haven't I already...then you can't be Yi'er..." Her face turned pale, and Nangong Yi's mother suddenly opened her eyes wide.

"Mother, you are not dead, and Yi is not dead either. After your death, Yi has been reluctant to leave you, so he used spirit stones to condense your three souls and seven souls. Now you are alive."

Ling Mulao, who had been silently watching Nangong Yi and his mother reunited after a long absence, a bright smile slowly spread between his eyebrows, looked at the pale woman and explained.

"This is..." At this moment, Nangong Yi's mother noticed the presence of Ling Mulao, turned her head and asked with a smile: "Yi'er, is this your princess?"

"Back to my mother, yes!" Nangong Yi's lips curved into a happy smile, and he reached out to hold Ling Mulao's beautiful hand, "She is Ling Mulao, the woman I love and cherish the most, and she was the one who just saved her with her own blood.

you."

"My son has met my mother!" Ling Mulao smiled politely and saluted Nangong Yi's mother.

"Get up quickly and let me take a look!" Nangong Yi's mother hurriedly took Ling Mulao's hands and looked up and down very fondly.
Chapter completed!