Ling Xuewei closed her eyes tightly, her hair on her forehead was wet and messy, as if she didn't hear what he said.
Even though he was in extreme pain, he still refused to beg for mercy. Such stubbornness made Di Qianjue feel an unprecedented anger in his heart!
Throwing Ling Xuewei to the ground without mercy, Di Qianjue sneered, "Ha, very good, I'll see how long you can last!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked away!
The room quickly became quiet.
Only Ling Xuewei's painful moans were left, and the pain in her chest gradually spread throughout her body, making her feel as if she was in flames, and as if hundreds of blades were biting her skin, bones, flesh and blood...
"ah……"
I don’t know how much time passed, but Ling Xuewei was in so much pain that she couldn’t make a sound. The pain was so extreme that she couldn’t even think about it and just hit her to death!
But her body was constantly twitching in pain, all her strength disappeared, and she couldn't move. What's even weirder is that she was sober from beginning to end, and couldn't even faint! She was always experiencing this pain that was so painful!
Ling Xuewei smiled bitterly in her heart, desperate...
Despair like never before...
inflammation……
…
From day to night.
And from night to dawn.
"What's going on in the Fanxu world?"
Di Qianjue lazily leaned against Black Panther Jiang Xie, the wine in the glass cup in his hand as bright as blood.
Yan Yi stood aside respectfully, "Reporting to the Holy Lord, the Night Emperor secretly returned to Yeji Palace three days ago, and there is no news yet. I only know that the Yeji Palace has been closed tightly since three days ago, and no one is allowed to do so.
Entering, during this period Bai Le ordered ten thousand Ye Ming troops to guard the palace gates. Our people can't penetrate, so we haven't got the exact news yet..."
Yu Yi glanced at the man in front of him uneasily.
After waiting for a while, Di Qianjue didn't speak.
Yan Yi was shocked and immediately knelt down, "This subordinate is incompetent, please punish me from the Holy Lord!"
But after a while, the man on the couch suddenly asked, "How is she?"
Yan Yiyi was startled, carefully raised her head to look at the man, and said hesitantly, "What the Holy Lord is asking is..."
Di Qianjue gave him a cold look, and Yanyi hurriedly lowered his head, "Reporting to the Holy Lord, Miss Ling is still in the room and there is no movement."
The air suddenly turned cold, and an inexplicable evil aura emerged from Di Qianjue's body.
Cold sweat broke out immediately on Yu Yi's back.
After a moment, the man on the couch suddenly disappeared.
Yan Yiyi was startled and immediately followed.
"Bang--!"
Di Qianjue kicked open the door and saw a man lying on the ground whose life or death was unknown.
At this moment, the room was filled with a strong smell of blood. The carpet under Ling Xuewei was red and stained with blood.
There was almost no intact part of Ling Xuewei's body. There were wounds of all sizes, and it could be seen that they were caused by herself due to extreme pain.
But despite this, she didn't call the guards outside, she just managed to survive through self-abuse!
"This...Holy Lord..." Yanyi was shocked when he saw this scene as soon as he came.
"What are you doing for food! Why didn't you keep an eye on her?" Di Qianjue was furious.
"Holy King, forgive me!"
All the guards knelt down and remained silent.
"Nanny Yi, take them down and execute them all!"
Di Qianjue's face was shrouded in a gloom, and his usual gentleness was no longer there.
Yan Yi did not expect that the Holy Lord would be so angry, and immediately ordered all the guards to be taken away.
"Holy Lord..."
"Summon Feng Ming immediately!"
Di Qianjue picked up Ling Xuewei by the waist and put her on the bed.
Yan Yiyi was startled, not daring to delay any longer, and left immediately.
Di Qian looked desperately at the unconscious woman on the bed, frowning.
At this moment, her face was as pale as paper, and even her lips were bloodless, as if they would disappear with the slightest touch.
There is no longer the bared teeth and claws before, no arrogance to dare to attack him, and no life.
Di Qianjue suddenly felt a surge of irritability in his heart and slowly raised his hand...
"Holy Lord, Feng Ming brings you here."
Suddenly there was a voice outside. Di Qianjue suddenly retracted his hand and said coldly, "Come in."
A man in a red shirt walked into the room. His face was extremely delicate, and he could not distinguish between male and female, but his eyebrows and eyes were very cold.
"Holy King."
"Show her."
"yes."
Feng Ming stepped forward to feel her pulse and check the wound. After a moment, he said, "To inform the Holy Lord, this person has injured his lungs, and the qi and blood have attacked the heart, causing internal and external injuries. If not treated, he will die within a day."
Violent death.”
Although Feng Ming didn't know who the person on the bed was, but Yan Yi came to find him in such a hurry, he must not be an insignificant person.
"Treat her and be sure to save her life."
Di Qianjue dropped these words and left without looking back.
"Lord Fengming, I'm sorry."
Feng Ming nodded slightly, and Yan Yi also left.
Feng Ming didn't waste any more time and started to rescue...
…
When Ling Xuewei woke up, it was already seven days later.
She was in a coma for seven days, during which she had a high fever and continued to murmur. This illness could be described as an internal and external complication, and it came in a menacing manner.
If you are not careful, you may die.
Ling Xuewei opened her eyes and smelled the fragrance of medicine. A red shadow flashed through the blur, and then there was a sound of condensation like spring water, "Girl, are you awake?"
After a moment, Ling Xuewei finally saw the person in front of her clearly, "...who are you?"
The voice had an unpleasant hoarseness.
"I am a doctor. Please stay still and drink the medicine."
A bowl of soup was handed to her. Ling Xuewei knew her physical condition and drank the medicine without saying anything.
"Your injury has not healed, and you will need to rest for at least half a month. During this period, I will deliver the medicine on time. You can rest."
"etc."
Ling Xuewei stopped him, and Feng Ming turned around with an expressionless face, "If the girl wants to ask about the situation outside, Feng Ming is just a doctor and has nothing to say. In addition, this is the capital of the Buddha, the Rosewood Palace."
As soon as the words fell, the person left.
Rosewood Palace?
The capital of Buddha?
Ling Xuewei's eyes were slightly dazed.
Did she actually come to the distant capital of Buddha when she was in coma?
Lifting the quilt, Ling Xuewei stood barefoot and opened the door.
This should be a palace, very large and quiet.
The yard outside is full of flowers, branches and leaves, the spring water is tinkling, and the birds are chirping crisply, creating a prosperous scene like a paradise.
Looking at the beautiful scenery in front of her, Ling Xuewei felt desolate in her heart.
I walked barefoot into the courtyard, walked through the corridors and flowers, and came to the door.
"Miss Ling, the Holy Lord has ordered that you can only stay in Lan Palace. Please come back."
The guard in front of her stopped her.
Ling Xuewei paused, didn't say anything more, and turned back.
Seeing her being so cooperative, the guards breathed a sigh of relief.
Mr. Nightmare had specifically given instructions to be careful and make sure no mistakes were made, and they did not dare to make the slightest mistake.
Ling Xuewei returned to the palace, closed the door, and slowly came to the window.
After pushing it, I found that even the windows were sealed. The entire hall was like a gorgeous prison, and not a single fly could fly in.
Ling Xuewei sneered, stopped doing useless work, went back to bed and closed her eyes to rest.
In the evening, a palace maid came to deliver the meal, put down her things and left without saying a word.
The food was very sumptuous, a full table was set, and the meat and vegetables were evenly matched.
Ling Xuewei got out of bed, sat down at the table, and swept away all the food.
Half an hour later, the palace maid came again. Seeing the table full of clean plates, she glanced at her in surprise.
Maybe I didn't expect that the people imprisoned here had such a good appetite, and all the food was eaten clean.
After clearing the dishes, the maid did not stay and left immediately.
Ling Xuewei sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating quietly.
After that, for ten consecutive days, a palace maid brought her meals every day. During this period, Feng Ming came once. After checking her pulse, he told her that her injury was no longer a problem and left.
During this period, the soups and medicines were still delivered every day, and Ling Xuewei drank them all without leaving a single bowl.
It seemed that even Feng Ming did not expect that Ling Xuewei would be so cooperative.
Half a month later, Ling Xuewei recovered from her injuries, Feng Ming completed her mission, and never came again.
As a result, the entire Orchid Palace became more and more peaceful. Except for the palace maids who delivered meals every day, no one set foot there.
Ling Xuewei would hang out in the palace garden every day, either meditating or sitting in the courtyard in a daze for more than half a month. The guards felt relieved when they saw that she was very cooperative and had no intention of running away.
During this period, the entire Lan Palace seemed to be forgotten and extremely cold.
On this day, Ling Xuewei had dinner and said to the palace maid who was about to leave, "Can you bring some books in next time you come? I'm bored in the palace, so I can pass the time."
"This..." The palace maid was in a dilemma.
Ling Xuewei said calmly, "If you can't make the decision, then find someone who can. Although I am banned here, I am not a prisoner."
After hearing this, the palace maid could only reply, "...Yes, I will ask the steward. Girl, please rest."
The manager specifically told her to take good care of her, and she didn't dare to neglect him in the slightest.
The palace became quiet again.
Ling Xuewei sat quietly on the bed, unconsciously stroking the spiritual ring with her fingers, and fell into a daze.
Ever since she woke up that day, the spiritual ring had not moved at all, and it was completely silent.
At first glance, it looks like an ordinary ring.
But Ling Xuewei knew it wasn't.
The spirit ring just fell into a deep sleep, she could sense it.
Does that mean that the owner of the spiritual ring... is still alive?
Ling Xuewei didn't dare to think about it anymore. Whenever she thought of that person, her chest always hurt and she couldn't even breathe.
Where is he now? How is his wound? Has he returned to the world of Brahma and Xu? Has he taken medicine? Is he awake?
If he wakes up, will he come to look for her?
Or...will he hate her?
"Well..."
Ling Xuewei's face turned pale suddenly, she clutched her clothes tightly, and her breathing became rapid.
The familiar feeling of suffocation came over me, like a dehydrated fish.
During this period, she would do this every time she thought too much, and she had gradually gotten used to it.
She knew it was 'hyperrespiratory syndrome'.
It is a psychological problem caused by excessive anxiety.
No matter how calm she looked on the outside, the anxiety in her heart never stopped.
She could only lean on the bed and get through this difficult moment little by little...
…
The distant imperial capital of Fanxu, Yeji Palace.
"How is the emperor doing now?"
Bai Le stood outside the palace and asked Fu Ji who came out.
"The wound is no longer harmful. It's just that the evil spirits attacked the heart and the breath was disordered. In addition, the anger and fire attacked the heart and damaged the heart vessels. He is still in a coma." Fu Ji's expression was very solemn.