He was silent for a long time before slowly saying:
"I'm sorry...I'm sorry, I can't stay with you anymore."
Blood flowed down his forehead and across his cheeks. Chen Wuchuan's long and curly eyelashes trembled, and he leaned on her fragilely: "Promise me not to go to the ghost world to find my soul..."
Mu Yao bit her lower lip, hugged him closely, and murmured: "You will live well."
"...so sleepy." Shen Wuchuan closed his eyes gently, and his voice became weaker and weaker: "Let me sleep for a while.
Mu Yao hugged his body and tried hard not to shed tears.
Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Mu Yao didn't even have the courage to disturb him. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent. No matter how much she poured spiritual power into it, there was no response at all. A large amount of blood flowed down his face. The legs slipped down and stained the ground.
Everything was silent, and it seemed that there were only two people dependent on each other in the world at this moment, and no one could interfere with them at this moment.
At some point, she heard a crash outside, and those people came to rescue her.
"Achuan, did you hear that? They are here to rescue us. Wake up, we, we can go out." She called in a low voice.
But as the sound got louder, she realized that the person in her arms was getting colder and colder.
He became lighter and lighter in his arms, and gradually, inch by inch, the light dispersed and differentiated like fireflies. It began to dissipate from his hand and returned to the space between heaven and earth.
"Achuan... we are going home." She hugged him tightly, her hoarse voice unable to keep his body.
Mu Yao's hot tears fell on his face, he raised his head and stared blankly at the light dissipating and passing away in the palm of his hand.
First the hands, then the legs, then the body... She couldn't keep it, and the last face that haunted her suddenly disappeared from her sight!
Her eyes were bloodshot, and she collapsed on the ground, heartbroken:
"Chenwuchuan!!!"
The atmosphere on the demon front was a little tense. Everyone in the tent gathered together and couldn't make up their minds.
The general sat on a high seat and said disdainfully: "My idea is to attack from the mountainous area on the left and catch them by surprise. If the people from the Dao League dare to come, it happens to be easy to defend and difficult to attack, so you can ambush them."
Everyone was silent. After a while, another general said: "Without the Demon King's order, if we fight now, the backup may not be able to keep up. If we act rashly, it will be difficult for the Demon King to explain."
"What are you afraid of? The general will not be affected by your fate. The battlefield is changing rapidly. How can we report every time? Yuyin Villa is the closest, so we should attract them here first -"
Before he finished speaking, the door of the tent was opened, and then a red figure came into view of more than a dozen of them.
Everyone's eyes widened, facing his forced pressure, and the air became more condensed than before.
"I haven't been here for a long time. Have I forgotten my rules?" The boy in red came to the coach's side. His eyes were as pale as glass first on his sweaty face, and then he looked at those people lightly.
Facing this man, everyone couldn't help but lower their eyes, and they didn't even have the courage to look at him.
The young man laughed, suddenly grabbed the coach's neck, and threw him out effortlessly.
He sat in the coach's seat and said nonchalantly: "From now on, just listen to my command."
——
Three months later.
All the leaders of the Dao Alliance Conference brought their disciples and their families. When the conference was over, an elder came to Mu Yao with pity: "It's been so long, and your eyes haven't gotten better yet?"
Mu Yao lightly touched the white silk on her eyes and smiled slightly: "Thank you Uncle Hai for your concern. It's just that my body is too weak. I'm afraid I have to take care of these eyes for a while."
Since that day many disciples were buried in Wangjiangshan, Dongfang Muyao cried a lot and his eyes were injured. It has been three months and he still can't see. This is something that the entire Dao Alliance knows.
"Let your mother take a good look at these eyes. It's no small matter." The elder said.
Su Qionghua held Mu Yao's cold hand and nodded: "I'm already using the best medicine."
Mu Yao pressed her lips together patiently.
Someone asked Gao Fan, who was sitting in a wheelchair: "I heard that a disciple disappeared in Feixian Valley recently? Do you have a clue?"
Gao Fan's face was solemn, and others did not dare to offend him again and stopped asking questions.
Mu Yao sipped the tea lightly. If it weren't for the white silk covering, he wouldn't have been able to tell that he was blind.
That night in Feixian Valley, due to the recent disappearance of disciples, the sect increased its defense by surprise attack, and disciples guarded every pass.
Late at night, a carriage slowly drove out from the sect, and the gatekeeper asked: "Stop, what are you doing?"
The driver said: "The food delivery guy will leave now after finishing the delivery."
The disciples were also familiar with him, and after asking a few token questions, they were ready to let him go.
But at this moment, there suddenly was a voice: "Stop!"
Luo Nanzhou came slowly with a few disciples, and said in a gloomy tone: "Junior sister has disappeared recently, and the guards have been added so that you can investigate carefully. Are you just slacking off like this?"
The gatekeeper disciple lowered his head to listen to the instruction, and Luo Nanzhou said: "You guys go check the horses."
After saying that, he went to the back of the carriage and opened the door. There were several large vats in the carriage, and the residual smell of vegetables could still be smelled. This man did deliver food frequently, but he had to check carefully because of his responsibilities.
There were three large vats in the carriage. He opened two of them. The smell of rotten vegetable leaves was a bit overwhelming, so he bravely walked in and opened the third one...
"..." Luo Nanzhou froze for a moment and frowned.
"What's wrong, senior brother? Did you find something?"
He walked down calmly: "I didn't find anything, let's go."
So the coachman drove the carriage away again.
As she walked on the dim official road, Mu Yao noticed someone following her. She turned her head and found that it was Luonanzhou.
When Luo Nanzhou saw her clear eyes, he was surprised and said: "Your eyes have healed a long time ago, you have been pretending."
Mu Yao thought about the fact that he had concealed it for her just now. Although she didn't understand why he would do this, she still said: "Thank you just now. Also, why are you following me?"
"I should ask you this, right? Why did you come to Feixian Valley at night?" Luo Nanzhou looked complicated and whispered: "My junior sister has disappeared recently. Is it related to you?"
"Do you believe this when you say it yourself? You always like to pour this dirty water on me." Mu Yao said expressionlessly: "I went to Feixian Valley just to read a book, but Yuyin Villa
No, so I made a copy myself."
As she said that, she took out the rubbing book from her sleeve. Luo Nanzhou hesitated for a moment and said, "You didn't lie to me, did you?"
"Let's see if you believe it."
Luo Nanzhou thought for a while and asked: "Why do you pretend to have an eye disease?"