Chapter 63 Dementor

On the third day, the ninth round of smelting treatment, the skin moistening finally had an effect on Lingyue. The floating fog was like a tent, roaming around. Lingyue's skin became extremely ruddy and dazzling under the moisture of the aerosol, and the burns on the cheeks gradually healed until there was no trace of scars in the end.

After Yushuziyi sprinkled the last handful of powder, he squatted beside Lingyue and gently called her name.

"Cousin Yueer, I'm cousin Ziyi. Can you hear me?"

Ruyu's slender fingers stroked her** shoulder, and his voice invaded her dream with the sound of magic.

Lingyue's eyebrows frowned, and the small beads of sweat attached a layer of Pupu to her skin, reflecting the sadness and a faint melancholy in his eyes like a mirror.

"Wier's cousin--" Yu Shuziyi called a few more times and saw deep pain on Lingyue's face.

She is still in a nightmare and suffers from uncontrollable shame. She has the idea of giving up her life and doesn't want to wake up. Is it true that life is more painful than death for her?

Yushu Ziyi felt a trace of pity in his heart, but he still spoke to her very patiently. He hoped that what he said could guide her to climb out of the abyss of despair. As long as she wanted to, she would definitely be saved.

"Cousin Yueer, no matter what you are for? Don't give up your life and give up yourself. The musk moon country needs you, and the people of the world need you, only you - only you can contain his power and make the world peaceful. Therefore, you must cheer up and live well.

"Don't escape anything, don't be afraid of anything, everything you encounter, as the heir of the Ling family, you have to face it bravely. I know you are very tired and painful. As long as you wake up, I will always be with you from now on, and I will help you--

"No matter what happens in the future, I will accompany you through the difficulties. No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, I will accompany you. Our country, our Ling family, must not be delivered to Hua Che."

"Cousin Yueer, did you hear me?"

Tears! Unexpectedly, tears slipped from the corners of Lingyue's eyes, like jade pearls, falling into the medicine pool with a crisp echo. In this silent secret room, there is only him and her, and only his voice.

Yu Shuziyi was disappointed and discouraged when he saw that she had not wanted to wake up for a long time. If he couldn't wake her up, he would only use the last way - the dementor.

The soul magic sound can not only ** the soul, but also recall the soul. If Lingyue's will is still struggling on the edge of death, then call her soul back in the way of magic sound.

Although he is playing the bamboo leaf dementer at this moment, which is likely to be heard by Hua Che outside the secret room, he can't worry so much. Even if his identity is exposed, so what? As long as Lingyue wakes up, everything will change, and he also has many ways to protect himself.

Outside the secret room, Hua Che stood in the moonlight and looked at the palace lamp flashing in the secret room, with his eyes full of worry.

He knew that this "Qiushui crane" was not a real Qiushui crane, but he still gave Lingyue to this person for treatment. He had never trusted anyone, but this time, he had to wait with a completely dependent mentality. He also knows that Lingyue's illness is mostly angered by him, but if someone can wake her up, he is willing to believe in this person, even if this person is likely to want to kill him.

"Silicon, it's already the third day. I think Mr. He must have cured the moon owner's illness. Why don't you go and rest for a while!" The frost of the night fell a layer of silver on his long hair, and the white robe was a little damp. He actually stood here for three days and two nights. After several persuasion, he interrupted indifferently, silent, and waited quietly, looking at the unquenched lamp in the secret room all the time.

Every time the maid who sent water came out, he invited him to ask about Lingyue's situation.

Youqi has never seen him so nervous. From the use of Lingyue to spoiling, he has unconsciously invested too much emotion, and now it has become a habit.

He once told her that Lingyue was just a puppet doll he used to consolidate political power, but now, I'm afraid he can't tell whether he uses or loves Lingyue's good, right?

A little sadness oozed from her faint eyes. Standing behind him, she could only speak silently.

What the hell is she? It seems that you have always deceived yourself! She knew that she had already lost his body and mind to him, and for him, she was just a tool he used to relieve loneliness!

We have never completely trusted each other, and we can't talk about love. Everything is just a luxury and a falsehood.

Thinking about it, Youqi raised his head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and laughed.

She doesn't live for herself after all, but she still wants to live like this. What is it for?

smiled, but tears fell down.

Suddenly, with a "pull", a shining strange bird fell from the sky, and the crisp cry was particularly loud and beautiful in this quiet night.

"What a beautiful bird!" Youqi bent down and wanted to hold the strange bird that was slowly on the ground. Unexpectedly, the bird seemed to be spiritual. The small and flexible head turned over. Seeing her stretched out her hand, it suddenly flew up again, swept over her head and landed on Hua Che's shoulder.

Hua Che raised his hand and held the slender feet of the strange bird in his hand. The little strange bird looked at him and fluttered its wings. The green feathers were dotted with gem-like colorful light. It opened its long mouth and sang happily, as if it was saying something, but Hua Che understood it and nodded repeatedly.

Seeing the strangeness, he asked, "Solder, did you raise this bird? What a beautiful and strange bird, I have never seen it before?"

"This is a spiritual bird transformed by the reincarnation magician with magic. It is a bird, not a bird, called 'night talk'." Hua Che explained that he handed the bird with strange light all over his body to the mysterious hand, "If you like it, then give it to you!"

"Really?" Youqi jumped up happily like a child, held the bird in both hands, and sighed, "It's really incredible that you can create such a beautiful bird with magic, night talk, a beautiful name! Soldier, did it say anything to you just now?

She held the bird like a treasure. She turned around and saw a layer of haze on her face.

"Silicon, what's wrong with you?" Youqi asked, Hua Che did not answer, but seemed to be listening to something.

You also seemed to hear a faint sound, as if it came from the secret room.

"Is Mr. He playing the song? It turns out that Mr. He knows music as well as soldiers!"

"This is a demento!" Hua Che's eyebrows frowned, and his eyes suddenly became cold. "Yougu, wait outside, I'll go in and have a look--"

"But--Mr. He said that during his treatment for the moon master, no one could interfere with him, soldier--"

"But he is not Mr. He--" Hua Che's body suddenly felt awe-inspiring and fright. "Mr. He" is not Mr. He, so who will he be?

Hua Che was about to walk into the secret room when he suddenly heard the smell of rotten blood in the night wind.

Several dark shadows flew through the sky, but they disappeared like ghosts.

The light moon, shining like mercury, a bright light like being split by a knife, a slender white shadow came out of the moonlight, long hair brushed, decadent and gloomy, a beautiful and demonic face like a woman appeared, but--

Bai Shaolang!

The thin man in white walked to Hua Che step by step with a package in his hand. Suddenly, he knelt down, threw the package at Hua Che's feet, and arched his hand and said, "Bai Shaolang has completed the task. The head of Feicheng came back to return to the military division and ask the division to check!"

"Book Flying City?" Before Hua Che answered, Yougu rushed over in horror, picked up the head to identify it, and met him like a lifetime. Sure enough, it was the face of Shufeicheng, and he couldn't help fainted.

After seeing this, a trace of imperceptible sadness flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his composure and repeated, "Bai Shaolang fought with this boy in Noga Mountain and fell to the cliff together. Shaolang was lucky to survive, and this boy was also blessed with a shallow life. He hit the rock and died. Shaolang found his body and cut his head back to The soldier's life is restored."

Hua Che showed suspicion in his eyes and asked, "You mean, you two fell to the end, and you didn't die, but Shufei City died?"

"Yes." Bai Shaolang answered decisively.

"What did you say when I asked you to kill Shufeicheng and Yushu Ziyi?"

"Young man dares not forget. The soldier said that if the two of them resist stubbornly and would rather die than surrender, they will pass the test of the soldier. Shaolang can leave these two to serve as the soldier and cannot be killed."

"But what did you do?" Hua Che asked harshly.

"Shaolang also obeyed the order of the soldier, let Yushu Ziyi go, and show mercy to Shu Feicheng, but this boy insisted on pulling me to die together, so--"

"So you didn't kill him, but he found his own way to die. Do you want to recover like this?"

Bai Shaolang's face changed, and he immediately bowed his head and said, "It's not good for Shaolang. Please sage the crime!"

"That's all--" Hua Che waved his hand unhappily, "Go down and bury this head. In addition, this matter must not be known to anyone else, especially in the ears of the moon owner, otherwise all the rumors will be killed."

"Yes, Bai Shaolang obeys!" Answering loudly, Bai Shaolang wrapped the head again, looked at the faint sleeper on the ground, and asked, "The ghost palace owner--"

"I have a way to make her forget what she just saw. It's none of your business. Go back to the military department!"

"Yes." When Bai Shaolang left, he couldn't help looking back and seeing Hua Che holding him up. He felt ashamed. I'm sorry, sister, I made you worry, but I must save you when I enter the palace this time.

You and she are the two most important women in my life. I can't give up, and I don't want to give up. Please wait for me.

Wait for me, Lan-