"Yifeng! Yifeng! You're awake! You're finally awake..." Ling Yue cried, shaking the man in front of him in disbelief, but saw that he opened his eyes with great effort, his blue eyes
It was dark and dull, staring blankly ahead.
Ling Yue was startled, and hurriedly waved his sleeves in front of his eyes, but he even blinked his eyelashes. With his empty blue eyes, Ling Yue could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart. Tears rolled down his cheeks silently.
of dripping.
"Where's Meng'er? How is she...? Brother Mu? Is it you? I...where am I?" Yifeng's voice was dry and low at the moment, without any shadow of its former clearness.
Seeing that his body was completely injured, but when he woke up, he was still worried about his Meng'er. Ling Yue couldn't help but sighed heavily in his heart, "Still thinking about her? You have been hurt like this by her and Cang Xuan.
But are you still thinking about her?"
On that day, Cangxuan and Simeng were getting married, and he was not invited to attend the ceremony, but the story of Mu Zili and Yifeng in Fengyu Palace had already been rumored in Departure.
If he hadn't witnessed Yifeng being seriously injured and falling into the pear forest, he would have thought it was just a story made up by those little demons out of boredom.
Yifeng waved her scarred hands helplessly, wanting to hear his answer.
Lingyue quickly wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes with his sleeves, held his withered and invisible hand tightly, paused, and said: "Don't worry, she is fine. It's you, but you are seriously injured."
I could tell that his voice was not that of Mu Zili.
Yifeng wanted to break free from his hands, but she had no choice but to recover from her serious injuries. Her whole body was in unbearable pain. However, after exerting a little force, she felt short of breath and guilty, so she had to give up.
The hollow and dark blue eyes turned to Lingyue, but did not stay on Lingyue's face, but directed to his right side and said: "Lingyue? It's you?! Did you save me? You said Meng'er
It's okay, did she escape from Cang Xuan? Where is Brother Mu? Where is Brother Mu?"
Ling Yuezhong waved his sleeves and waved them in front of his eyes, but he still had no reaction.
It was probably the fire that day that hurt his eyes.
No matter what, his eyes are injured now, and he won't notice the injuries on his face and body for a while. Although he knows that he doesn't really care about his good-looking appearance, after all, the handsome appearance in front of him is completely different from the handsome appearance in the past.
Otherwise, if you really can't hide it, you have to use illusion to deceive him first.
Lingyue's face was heavy, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he whispered: "You were seriously injured and fell in my pear forest, and there was no one else around you. As for where Simeng and Mu Xiong you are worried about are now, I don't know.
"
Lingyue's words were not false, although when he secretly went to Wuxi to investigate the battle situation the day before yesterday, he heard the little demon from the butterfly tribe mention that Mu Zili's marriage robbery was not successful.
However, Cangxuan has never appeared in the army since the destruction of Fengyu Palace that day. He only ordered the Shui tribe to mobilize in full force to fight against the invading demon-subduing army in the west of the country.
As for Xi Meng's whereabouts, there is no way of knowing.
When Yi Feng heard this, her heart suddenly became cold. She recalled that day, in order to protect him, Mu Zili tried his best to send him out of Feng Yu Palace, but she never thought that he still could not escape Cang Xuan's Phoenix Sky Fire.
The white mist in front of his eyes was blurry, but he could hear Ling Yue's voice clearly beside him, but he couldn't see clearly at all. He wanted to take a closer look, but found that there was heat around his eyes. He raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, but they felt dry.
Soreness and swelling.
I shook my fingers vigorously, but there was still a vast expanse of white in front of me.
In an instant, his heart fell into a deep valley.
He understood that he could no longer see clearly.
Not only Lingyue’s face, but also Meng’er, Brother Mu, and Cai Xi who was suffering in the Xize Valley...
I'm afraid that from now on, everything in the world will remain in his memory forever.
Caixi... only when this name lingered in his mind did he realize that he had been away from Xi Ze for several months. Before leaving the valley, the hopeful eyes of the valley owner Bai Ling were deeply engraved in his mind. She said that she would
If you want to save Caixi, you must cry like a dream.
But now, let alone Ximeng's tears, he didn't even know where she was.
"Lingyue, do you know where the Demon-Subduing Army is stationed?" Yifeng suddenly remembered that day during the fierce fight with Cangxuan in Fengyu Palace, Mu Zili had sent a message to him, saying that if the Demon-Suppressing Army was there, maybe he would
Master Wu De Shenjun is also nearby. Maybe Mu Zili and Simeng have been rescued by Wu De Shenjun.
Ling Yue was lowering his head to collect the fragments of the medicine bowl in front of the bed. When he heard him mention the Demon Army, his hand holding the fragments tightened slightly, and blood slowly spilled out.
For a moment, probably because she didn't hear Lingyue's reply, Yifeng became a little anxious. She held one hand on the edge of the couch and the other flew randomly in the air, "Lingyue? Lingyue, are you there?"
"Yes!" Ling Yue responded in a low voice, lowered his head and cast a spell to clean up the medicine residue on the ground, and then blew gently on the fragment in his hand. The bloodshot fragment disappeared in the blink of an eye.
And the cut on his palm also healed quietly.
At this time, Yifeng's hoarse voice sounded again, "Lingyue, do you know where the Demon-Suppressing Army is? Right?"
Lingyue's face stiffened slightly. He knew for sure, but he didn't know what Yifeng meant. He was afraid that once he told him, he would leave here and never return.
The mountains and rivers stretching to the west of the border are endless. When the demon-suppressing army first entered the sacred land of the Rakshasa tribe, it was inevitable that they would be a little confused.
In the beginning, it was true that I suffered some small losses at the hands of those tree monsters and water monsters, and was slightly damaged.
But since yesterday, I heard that the demon-suppressing army has been personally commanded by heavenly immortals, and that the water demons have suffered many casualties. Mrs. Youmi of the butterfly tribe has always been kind-hearted, and has some knowledge of Qihuang medicine, so she specially treated the injured demons by the Wuxi River.
Ethnic diagnosis and treatment.
Last night, when he went to borrow strange nectar from Mrs. Youmi to heal Yifeng's injury, he secretly inquired about it and found out that the demon-suppressing army had advanced hundreds of miles from the western border and was currently stationed not far from Wuxi.
To the elm forest three hundred miles away.
"Why are you asking about the location of the Demon-Subduing Army? Do you still want to fight? I heard that all your injuries were caused by Cangxuan. The Demon-Subduing Army is probably coming for him, so why are you bothering?
If you go join in the fun again and let the Demon-Conquering Army annihilate those old demonic tribes in one fell swoop, wouldn’t it be a good thing? It would also be considered as venting your bad breath!"
Ling Yue's heart was attached to Yifeng, so he naturally considered everything for him, but he never thought that Lijing was the last holy land of the Rakshasa tribe. Now it was exposed to the eyes of the demon-suppressing army in the heaven. Did they really only target those people?
The old part of the demon world is actually still unknown.
What Ling Yue didn't expect, Yifeng had already thought clearly about it, but even if he would die at the hands of those demon-subduing armies, he still had to take the risk.
He had to go for Caixi in Nishizawa Valley.
Even if there was only one in 10,000 chance that Xi Meng would be rescued by the God of Martial Arts, he still had to give it a try.
Yifeng knew Lingyue's intentions towards him. Looking back on these more than a thousand years, she had no idea how many times she had rejected him overtly or covertly, but she could never stop thinking about him.