Qiao Shuang'er said to Jing Yirong, "Now there is only Nalan Qingyi beside her. There is only Nalan Qingyi left in her eyes. So no one can bring her back. She cares. Everyone has left."
Tang Sheng clenched his fist tightly. "I don't believe I can't pull her back."
"What are you going to do?" Duan Yuliu stopped Tang Sheng who was about to enter the house.
"I want to bring her back. I can't let her torture myself to death bit by bit." Tang Sheng felt that his reason was about to disappear. "Do you know that seeing the person you love in front of you is so painful? It hurts that I can’t do anything.”
"Xiaosheng..." Qiao Shuang'er looked at Tang Sheng in surprise. "You have fallen in love with Jing Yirong."
"Yes." Tang Sheng didn't feel there was anything to hide anymore. "I fell in love with her. I fell in love with her on the way to Netherworld City. Now I will bring her back even if she beats her to death."
"Stop." Duan Yuliu stopped Tang Sheng. "Calm down. You think you will wake up and calm down after she beats her to death. You are wrong. Even if she beats us all to death, she won't. Look at us one more time. She will still hold Nalan Qingyi and continue to sit down."
"What do you want me to do? Let me watch her torture herself." Tang Sheng looked at Duan Yuliu in pain. "I know you told me not to sink too deep. But I have no choice. I can't control my heart. "
"Heart-pulling **." Bu Chenche suddenly asked Tang Sheng, "Don't you know how to twitch the soul? You can't control Jing Yirong's heart, but you can control her body."
Tang Sheng suddenly woke up. "How could I. How could I not have thought of it."
After saying that, Tang Sheng entered the room, and Duan Yuliu and the other two hurriedly followed him in. As long as Jing Yirong could stop being so decadent, it was okay to use the soul-stirring gun.
Tang Sheng sat in front of Jing Yirong and called softly, "Yirong, I have something to say to you."
"What are you talking about?" Jing Yirong lowered his head and replied coldly, ignoring Tang Sheng.
"It's what Qingyi told me before. He asked me to tell you." Tang Sheng said patiently.
Jing Yirong suddenly raised his head. "Qingyi talked to you. What did he tell you?"
When Tang Sheng's eyes first came into contact with Jing Yirong, Tang Sheng flashed the bell in his hand and rotated his palm in front of Jing Yirong. Jing Yirong's eyes gradually became distracted. The hand holding Nalan Qingyi slowly also fell down.
Qiao Shuang'er couldn't help but smile. It worked. Xiaosheng succeeded.
Jing Yirong let go of his hand. At the last second when he was about to lose consciousness, he saw the ring on the ring finger of Nalan Qingyi's left hand. All the pictures came back to his mind again. The first meeting. The first falling in love. Following each other after leaving the palace. They will always be together. The figure standing behind him suddenly disappeared. All the figures about that person in those pictures suddenly disappeared. No matter how he couldn't find it.
These precious memories seemed to be taken away. Jing Yirong suddenly screamed crazily. His hands seemed to push away all the soul-obsessed weapons that Tang Sheng used on himself. Even the internal energy in his body started to flow. Fight back.
My chest seemed to have been seriously injured. Pain continued to flow through my body.
"What's wrong with her?" Bu Chenche stepped forward and asked.
Tang Sheng was sweating profusely. "She is fighting back. Damn it, she actually has her own consciousness. Her consciousness is too strong, so there is nothing she can do. But now if she continues to resist, it will only shatter her own heart."
As soon as he finished speaking, blood started to flow from Jing Yirong's mouth.
Tang Sheng was helpless. "Liu Mo, help me quickly."
Liu Mo took out two silver needles and thrust them into Jing Yirong's head. Jing Yirong finally stopped resisting and passed out.
Tang Sheng also suffered internal injuries. His body was unstable and he supported the bedside with his hands.
"How are you, Xiaosheng?"
"I'm fine." Tang Sheng said to Jing Yirong. "I don't know how badly she was hurt. She didn't want to be controlled. She didn't want to forget everything in her consciousness. Even if it was painful, it was her own memory. She didn't want to lose it. "
Liu Mo finally had the chance to take Jing Yirong's pulse. As soon as he touched Liu Mo, he looked shocked. "How... how could this happen?"
"What's wrong with her? Is she seriously injured?" Tang Sheng was anxious for a moment and his mood was a little unstable.
Duan Yuliu was helpless. "Don't just take care of other people's health. Take good care of yourself, too."
"I'm fine. I'm really fine. Liu Mo, please tell me what happened to her." Tang Sheng asked.
"She's pregnant." Liu Mo sighed. "And she should have been seriously injured when she resisted you so excitedly just now. The strange thing is that nothing happened to her. The child in her belly seemed to be protecting her."
"Protect her." Qiao Shuang'er was in disbelief. "How can you protect an unborn child?"
Liu Mo shook his head. "I don't know. I have never encountered such a thing. But what is certain is that the child used himself to protect her. Because her injuries fell on the child. I am afraid that the child cannot be saved."
Duan Yuliu listened to Liu Mo's words. Liu Mo had cured too many strange diseases, so there was no need to question what he said.
"Keep her." Bu Chenche said to Liu Mo. "The only way to keep the child Jing Yi Rong alive is to keep her alive."
"How could I not know." Jing Yirong said with a pale face. "That child used himself to save Jing Yirong just now. So I'm afraid her heart has been broken for a long time. It's too difficult to save her. Save her." I'm afraid I will be sick for the rest of my life after I'm born."
Jing Yirong heard someone talking in her daze. She tried hard and tried again and finally heard the content of their conversation. The child. She was pregnant. The child saved her. Dry tears flowed from Jing Yirong's eyes again. Nalan Qingyi, why are you willing to leave me? When I was pregnant with your child, did you hear that the child saved me?
Nalan Qingyi, I can't follow you. I can't be willful anymore. My child saved me. How can I bear to let him leave me. I don't want to be left by anyone again. Now I will not be the person who leaves others.
Jing Yirong opened her eyes and said to the helpless people in the room, "Save my child."
Everyone turned around in surprise. Tang Sheng hurriedly stepped forward to help Jing Yirong up. "How are you?"
"I'm fine." Jing Yirong's eyes fell on Liu Mo's face. "Help me keep my child. Help me do it."
Liu Mo walked up to Jing Yirong. "Are you willing to make peace? If you want to keep this child, you have to live. Jing Yirong, you have to live well."
"I understand." Jing Yirong stroked Nalan Qingyi's pale cheek. "I will live. But he won't die either."
"What do you mean?" Liu Mo frowned.
Jing Yirong turned to Duan Yuliu. "The thousand-year ice cellar you used for Qiao Shuang'er should be idle. Leave it to me. I want to put Qingyi there."
"Okay." Duan Yuliu agreed.
"What do you want to do with Nalan Qingyi?" Bu Chenche couldn't help but ask.
Jing Yirong's lingering gaze still remained on Nalan Qingyi's face. "There is someone who should be able to bring the dead back to life."
"Resurrected from the dead." Qiao Shuang'er was surprised.
Jing Yirong turned to Liu Mo. "Now I will do my best to cooperate with you. So please save my child." His hand slowly moved to his abdomen. Jing Yirong smiled forcefully. "You are still with me. Let’s live together.”
Jing Yirong seemed to be able to feel the faint response in her stomach. Jing Yirong apologized. "I'm sorry that you were hurt for me just when you had the chance to come into this world. Mom will protect you well in the future. No one can hurt you. .”
From the moment Jing Yirong decided to live, she began to fully cooperate with Liu Mo's various treatments. Nalan Qingyi was also carried into the thousand-year ice cellar. In addition to taking a good rest these days, Jing Yirong also... In the morning, I went to Nalan Zhijin and in the afternoon, I went to Nalan Qingyi. In order to prevent any Nalan Zhenqi from knowing the news, Duan Yuliu also helped block all the news to ensure that no one would know everything about Nalan Qingyi. things.
Duan Yuliu was sitting on the edge of the roof wearing a white shirt. He looked into the distance. He was worried about Tang Sheng's deep affection for Jing Yirong. He was also worried about whether Jing Yirong could give birth to the child safely. Duan Yuliu was worried. I remembered what I saw in the Xuantian Mirror in Hexiantai that day.
If things in that mirror will happen sooner or later, then how will he face life then? How could Ye Xieming let him go? His marriage to Jing Yirong really seems to be a joke. He still has that person in his heart How is it possible to get married?
"What are you thinking? I could have killed you with just one move." Ye Xieming's voice came from behind.
Duan Yuliu didn't look back. His tone was cold. "How come Jing Yirong is alive or dead?"
"She won't die. She won't die now that she's pregnant." Ye Xieming was more nervous than expected.
Duan Yuliu raised his eyebrows. "You still care about her. But don't pretend to be so affectionate. You are the one who pushed her into despair in Ye Xieming."
"How could he fall in love with me otherwise? How could she forget that Nalan Qingyi accepted me, Ye Xieming."
"Why bother to find excuses for your own selfishness? If you really love her, why don't you be Nalan Qingyi for the rest of your life and stay by her side as Nalan Qingyi. The person she loves is Nalan Qingyi. Ye Xie Ming."
"That's because she met Nalan Qingyi first." Ye Xieming seemed to have lost control. These days, he felt Jing Yirong's pain in the dark, thinking he would feel better. Every time Jing Yirong hurt, he felt angry. It would be better to die. "And I have never been Nalan Qingyi. I have never been."
Duan Yuliu looked coldly at Ye Xieming. "But you have lived as Nalan Qingyi for more than twenty years."
"Because I'm stupid. Because I was deceived." Ye Xieming had strong hatred in his eyes. "Duan Yuliu, I will only tell you one thing. Nalan Zhenhai's son Nalan Qingyi. The real Nalan Qing Yi died a long time ago. He died in front of me. Do you know who killed him?"
"who."
"Nalan Zhenhai." Ye Xieming's eyes were filled with madness. "Nalan Zhenhai never knew in his life that the people he killed were his real children. And I was just a victim of the Ye Dynasty." Ye Xieming's thoughts Piaoyuan didn't seem to feel that he should say this. He handed a vial to Duan Yuliu. "Put this into Liu Mo's prescription and give it to Jing Yirong. The child will be saved."
"What's this."
"Do you think I would harm my own flesh and blood?" Ye Xie asked Duan Yuliu. Duan Yuliu hesitated for a moment but continued, "If you really want to kill him, you still need to use this method. But I want to tell you Jing Yi Rong did not give up. She still wanted to save Nalan Qingyi."
"There is no Nalan Qingyi. No more. Now there is only Ye Xieming and the only Ye Xieming alive."
Duan Yuliu didn't know when Ye Xieming left. But Ye Xieming's words lingered in his brain for a long time. He was not really Nalan Qingyi. That's why Nalan Zhenqi and Nalan could be so calm. Was Lan Zhijin hurt? Even though you are not related by blood, you were once so close.