Chapter 426 Back to Dream Dodish Grass

Shaoqiu sat on the ground cross-legged: "Okay."

Everyone looked at this stubborn teenager silently, and for some reason, even the people of Yanhuang's hearts hung up.

As soon as he was about to take action, Wu Li sighed, "Shaoqiu, you don't have to take action in this battle."

Shaoqiu raised his head in surprise. Wu Li slowly walked to the edge of the altar, knelt down on his knees, and said, "Thank you for saving my son. You are the same age, and he has been lonely since childhood. I hope you can treat each other with brotherhood and support each other in the future.

Shaoqiu nodded slightly: "Si You will be my brother from now on. High Priest, don't worry, whether Shaoqiu lives or dies in this battle, he will definitely reunite your mother and son.

Wu Li smiled bitterly and looked at Si You and said, "Son, won't you call me mother at this time?"

Si's claustrophobic eyes do not answer.

Wu Li looked at him crazily and sighed, "There is no need to fight this battle anymore. You go!"

"Why don't you have to fight?" The son said coldly.

"Because you don't have a bet!" Wu Li smiled strangely, and his body suddenly fell softly on the ground. On his robe, blood gushed out.

Everyone was stunned, and Si You was stunned, and his whole body was completely stiff.

"Wu Li--" Qi Ziyin shouted, "You can't die! Tell me the spirit of spiritual water..." As soon as I said this, I suddenly shut up, looked at Wu Xian with a strange face, and stopped talking.

"Senior sister--" Wu Pan passed by, hugged her, and tears flowed, "Senior sister, why are you so stupid!"

Wu Xian also shook his face and looked at her in a daze. His face, which had always been smiling, showed a rare look of sadness. The son was so angry that he strode over. Just a few steps, Wu Pan suddenly looked up and shouted, "You stop!"

The son stood still in astonishment and looked at Wu Pan's eyes as if they were about to spew out flames. Unexpectedly, he didn't know what to do. Everyone was stunned. In the history of the wilderness, it had never seen a god witch commit suicide in this way, and it did not react for a while.

"Mother--" Si You suddenly shouted and ran to the altar like crazy. He staggered and fell down. He knelt down and crawled to Wu Li and picked her up in a hurry. He saw a bronze dagger inserted in Wu Li's heart! Wu Li's spiritual power has been lost. She doesn't understand elemental power, which is no different from mortals. Once her heart is broken, she will definitely die.

Si You hugged his mother tightly, pressed the wound at the handle of the bronze dagger, and did not dare to pull it out. The blood gushed out and couldn't help shouting at Wu Pan, "Save her!"

Wu Pan woke up like a dream, his hands spread out, and the white light on his fingertips beat, with a huge vitality, gently pressed on the wound. Witch's white witchcraft is extremely magical in treating internal injuries and trauma. Except for the rebirth of amputated limbs, it can be called the top healing skills in the wilderness. As one of the seven witches, Wu Pan is so powerful. However, it is strange that the white light with infinite vitality is pressed on the chest of Wu Li, and he can't stop the blood at all!

"It's useless. Sister, I painted the dream acathes on my dagger. Wu Li laughed.

"Dream of the silk grass?" Wu Pan was shocked.

"Mother, why are you doing this?" Si You is also as dumb as a wooden chicken. He is a master of machine art, and naturally he also knows what this time is. The juice made from this strange grass is extremely domineering. Some people in the tribe like to apply it to the blade. Once the skin is cut, the wound is extremely difficult to heal. The injured often bleeds and dry the blood alive.

Wu Li smiled, reached out and stroked Si You's cheek. He was extremely gentle: "Son, I'm sorry for making you suffer so much. No matter how much you hate the world, you must remember: you are the Miao descendant of the Yellow Emperor Ji Xuanyuan, the descendant of the Shaohao family, the son of Dongyuejun and the witch. You have noble blood and are the darling of the gods!"

Si You burst into tears and cried: "Mom, I remember! I remember it! Don't die, I will definitely save you!"

A large piece of blood almost dyed Wu Li's whole body red. Wu Pan poured white witchcraft into her body in vain, but the domineering of the dodder was abnormal, and the wound was on the heart, which did not work at all.

Wu Li's face was as white as the dense clouds in the sky. He smiled slowly and stroked Si You's messy long hair: "Although the wilderness mountains and rivers are beautiful, people's hearts are dirty. Son, you have the loneliness and heroism of Dongyue Jun Jizhong, but don't be as indecisive as him, dare not love, dare not hate, and be entangled by that floating name. My mother has gone. You and I have just met each other in the past 18 years, and we want a different way... Mother... I'm sorry for you!"

"Mother--" Si You's body trembled, his eyes were about to crack, and his eyes were bleeding.

At this time, Shaoqiu also came over silently, holding a long sword and looking at the witch rite sadly. He knew that the reason why Wu Li committed suicide was that he did not want to gamble with Ziyin again. The bet was dead. Naturally, there was no need to fight in the third battle.

"Young Hill, Hill..." Wu Li waved to him with a smile.

Shaoqiu walked over silently and knelt beside Wu Li. Wu Li struggled to stretch out a bloody palm, grabbed his hand, stared at him, held his hand stubbornly, and pressed it on his chest little by little - Si You's hand was there.

Shaoqiu understood what she meant, held Si You's hand tightly, and said slowly, "The emperor is in the sky, shining on the earth; the earth is thin. Today, Shaoqiu and Si You are brothers, living and living together, sharing adversity.

"Okay...Okay..." Wu Li gasped, looked at Si You gently, and said with a smile, "Son... Son... Look, your father is gone... Mother is also going to... Leave... But... Mother left it for you again... Leave you... Brother! You... are not alone..."

"Mother!" Si You cried, "I don't want you to die!" I have been waiting for you for 18 years! I'm in that dirty and dark crypt. Wait, it supports my belief that I want to see you. I will be with you forever and never be separated again! My son finally saw you, but why did you leave me? Why?"

He roared loudly and burst into tears.

Wu Li's lips moved, and he couldn't speak. He just looked at him gently, his eyes widened, as if he was reluctant to blink...

"Mother! Mother--" Si You and Shaoqiu suddenly found something wrong. They shook their bodies with Wu Li in their arms, but there was no trace of anger. His eyes opened arrogantly and stared at them gently.