In the first two days, Ling Xuewei was busy with the affairs of the army and the alliance, as well as the independent army in the wilderness. In addition, Grandpa Jiu died, and Senior Xiaoyao was seriously injured and fell into coma... everything came together.
Ling Xuewei was also worried about Ye Moyan's mood. Although Ye Moyan didn't show any signs of it during the ceremony, Ling Xuewei could feel that something was wrong with him.
The ceremony is not open to the public, and no more than a hundred people can participate.
They were all close friends of Grandpa Jiu during his lifetime, as well as some highly respected people in the divine world, or people whom Grandpa Jiu had helped.
The ceremony is very simple. After a Taoist cultivator in the divine world dies, he is usually buried in a grand ceremony. A priest or the oldest or most respected person among the Taoist monks is invited to preside over it to show respect and memory. The more famous the cultivator, the more important it is.
Pay attention to this section because it is a tribute to his reputation and status throughout his life.
But Grandpa Jiu’s ceremony was very simple.
One is because the war is coming.
Second, and more importantly, this is what Grandpa Jiu meant. When they were packing Grandpa Sijiu's things, they accidentally found a letter.
It can also be said to be a legacy.
Ling Xuewei never thought that Grandpa Jiu had even arranged such a thing. Did he actually know that his end was approaching? Or could it be that this letter had been written long ago?
Ling Xuewei can understand this feeling. People like them who are walking on the edge of a knife may have an accident one day. After experiencing this, she found that human life is really fragile, even for a monk who is so powerful that he can turn everything upside down.
Same thing.
An accident might happen at some point.
She didn't dare to think about it before, but now...
She can only use busyness to numb herself.
Ling Xuewei did not feel anything strange in the first two days, but starting on the third day, the numbness and pain that seemed to come out of the bones began to increase little by little as time went by.
She was feverish all over, and her fever persisted. It was as if all her strength had been drained from her body. It was difficult just to stand. She began to feel dizzy. Every step she took cost her a lot of mental energy. At night, she felt that painful feeling.
More intense.
She would rather it just hurt.
In this way, even if it breaks her heart, she can endure it.
But this was different. This kind of pain was like countless ants gnawing at the bones and flesh in her body. It was crisp, sour and numb. It wasn't until the third day that she began to have hallucinations.
On the fourth day, she had a headache as if someone had hit her Tianling Cap hard with an awl.
On the fifth day, her fever reached 43 degrees, which was no longer tolerated by ordinary people.
The sixth day, the seventh day...
For the past two days, she locked herself in the ice room and did not step out.
In order to stop herself from harming herself, she tied herself up.
Her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak, and she didn't even have the strength to scream. The palms of her hands were already stained with blood, and the ice beneath her body dragged a long trail of blood...
She couldn't even remember how long it had been.
All she could think about now was passing out quickly so she could catch her breath.
Only when she was unconscious did she feel no pain.
She asked the secret guards to seal the entire ice room, and no one was allowed to come in. She asked Guan Zhixing to trick Ye Moyan out of Jinghuang City, and now he was commanding the battle in Tianshui City on the front line.
Ling Xuewei didn't want Ye Moyan to see her current appearance.
I don’t even want to die.
It's really...too embarrassing.
Without looking in the mirror, Ling Xuewei knew how miserable she looked at this moment.
There was something in her body that she longed for, and she almost exhausted all her strength to suppress this desire, which was why the physical pain was so unbearable.
In just seven days, it almost cost her half of her life.
She never thought that a mere corpse poison could force her into this situation.
How had she, Ling Xuewei, ever been so passive?
What she hates most is being threatened, so it is absolutely impossible for her to ask Emperor Qianjue!
What's more, once she asks the other person, she knows exactly what it means.
It's just... it's too uncomfortable.
Ling Xuewei's body began to twitch uncontrollably, her face turned pale and almost transparent, and her eyes couldn't stop crying...
If she died, would it be over and there would be no need for so much pain?
At this moment, she just wants to be free...
But if she dies, what will happen to Diandian? What to do with her Mianmian? Also, Ye Moyan...
Ling Xuewei suddenly regretted that she should not have tricked Ye Moyan into leaving. She missed him so much now... wanted to touch him, hold him... and tell him that she was in so much pain that she was going to die.
"A Yan, Ye Mo Yan..."
A silent whimper came from his mouth, like a helpless and desperate cat.
Ling Xuewei didn't know how much pain he endured inside or how long the man outside stood outside the ice room.
"master……"
Guan Zhixing looked at his master distressedly. Ye Moyan stood outside the ice room like a ghost. His whole body was wet from the rain, and his outline was thin, making his whole body more slender.
"You go ahead."
His voice was dry, hoarse and tired. Guan Zhixing's eyes felt sore when he looked at such a master.
The saddest thing at the moment must be the master, right? After the old man Zhizi left, the master has been restless, presiding over the political affairs of the Eastern Region and the alliance's emergency military affairs, and also personally interviewed many sects of the aristocratic families... But at this time, the wife also appeared
It's over.
Although he didn't know exactly what happened, that day, he witnessed his wife vomiting blood and falling to the ground. The scene at that time frightened everyone!
Guan Zhixing could not forget Ye Moyan's expression at that time.
It's like the sky is falling.
Later, Madam found him and asked him to lead Emperor Zun out of the city. Madam didn't know that Emperor Zun was actually in the inner room at that time.
Emperor Zun pretended to be deceived and left, but in fact he stayed by Madam's side from beginning to end. But he never showed up, and would only show up after Madam was so tired that she passed out. He didn't understand why the two of them were so concerned.
We care about each other, but no one wants to say it out loud.
Especially looking at the Emperor like this, he felt extremely uncomfortable.
Ye Moyan was the only one left in front of the ice room.
The arrogant and stern figure stretched very long under the dim moonlight.
It was just a wall, but it separated him from her.
Ye Moyan touched the wall, as if he wanted to pass through it, and touch the face that made him worried.
The drooping eyelashes fluttered slightly, leaving a shadow on the eyelids.
"Weier..." The hoarse voice murmured, with a slight trembling at the end.
Pressing his forehead against the wall, he closed his eyes...
At this time, a faint "dong" suddenly came from inside. He was startled, and the next second he had broken through the door.
The barrier was vulnerable to him. As soon as he came in, he saw Ling Xuewei lying on the ground with scars all over her body and unable to move.
"Weier!"
Ye Moyan rushed to Ling Xuewei and helped her up. At this moment, her body was tied up and there were traces of self-abuse everywhere. Her originally slender wrists were strangled with red marks, her body was soaked with sweat, and her hair was messy on her pale face.
