"Chenxi — —"
Li Muyang anxiously shouted.
However, Song Chenxi's body was still stiff, like a beautiful human-shaped ice sculpture.
There was no breathing, no heartbeat, and her body had lost all signs of life.
"Dead?" Li Muyang was panic-stricken and sorrowful.
In order to stop Li Muyang from slaughtering the Song clan, and to give his descendants some time to escape, Song Gudu deliberately did not treat Song Chenxi according to the secret method taught by Li Muyang, in order to let Li Muyang personally do it.
However, the wise man, who had the reputation of the 'Eye of the Starry Sky', did not expect that after he entrusted his most beloved granddaughter Song Chenxi to Li Muyang, Li Muyang would be chased by half of the experts of Tiandu, delaying the most precious treatment time — —
Song Chenxi was dragged to death by those human experts.
"Chenxi — —"
There was still no response.
"Chenxi, you can't die — — you can't die — —" Li Muyang tightly clasped Song Chenxi's bone-chilling little hand, injecting a stream of dragon qi into Song Chenxi's body.
Song Chenxi's condition worsened because of him. In order to increase his chances of winning against Song Gudu, Li Muyang came up with this evil plan to let Chu Ning plant the cold poison in Song Chenxi — —
It could be said that if Song Chenxi died, then Li Muyang would be the culprit.
He was a murderer!
Doing such an evil thing to his friend had already made Li Muyang uneasy. Especially when he heard Song Chenxi begging Grandfather Song Gudu to let Li Muyang off, and that she would bear the sin of the Song clan with her death — —
Such a kind and lovely girl, who would have the heart to harm her?
The dragon qi was extremely strong and fierce. The layer of ice covering the surface of Song Chenxi's body, under the pressure of the dragon qi, immediately melted and disappeared without a trace.
Li Muyang discovered this phenomenon and tried to stop the infusion of dragon qi. The ice layer that had just receded came back again and covered Song Chenxi's body.
Li Muyang was not sad. Instead, he was happy.
This situation indicated that Song Chenxi's body was still constantly producing cold. Her body was only frozen by the sudden extreme cold, including her heartbeat and breathing.
Just like how someone could be frozen in an ice cave for thousands of years without dying, she wasn't really dead, but "faked her death". It was a state similar to death in disguise.
Li Muyang thought of Song Chenxi's dragon's blood lamp.
Because of her cold body, Song Chenxi always kept a Dragon's Blood Lamp by her side all year round. There was a drop of dragon blood inside the blood lamp. It was unknown who sealed it, but it burned for tens of thousands of years without being extinguished.
Previously, when Li Muyang touched the Dragon Blood Lamp, he intentionally released the 10,000 years of resentment within the dragon blood, causing the Dragon Blood Lamp to extinguish on its own.
It was precisely because of the extinguishment of the Dragon Blood Lamp that Song Chenxi became seriously ill. Until now, her condition had not recovered, but was getting worse.
Li Muyang searched around and saw a copper lamp in the stone wall in the distance.
With a wave of his hand, the copper lamp appeared in his hand.
Li Muyang bit his finger, and then dripped a drop of blood into the copper lamp.
Then he blew on it, and the copper lamp that had been extinguished for thousands of years suddenly burst into light.
Li Muyang hung the Dragon's Blood Lamp that he had just produced above Song Chenxi's head, letting the brilliance of the lamp shroud her body, and melt the frost on the surface of her body little by little.
Then, Li Muyang cut a cut on his wrist, aimed the cut at Song Chenxi's body, and let the hot dragon blood flow drop by drop into her mouth, down her throat, and spread all over her body.
Sure enough, this move was effective.
After Song Chenxi's body absorbed a large amount of dragon blood, it began to turn red and hot, and the black hair on her head began to turn yellow and wither. With a light touch, it turned into ashes.
Her body also seemed to be about to be roasted, exuding a shocking purplish-red colour. There was even a strange smell of cooked flesh coming from somewhere.
As the saying goes: a weak body cannot be nourished.
A body that was too cold, if suddenly watered with blood that was too overbearing, it most likely would not warm it up, but would directly burn and roast her body.
However, Li Muyang did not stop immediately.
In troubled times, severe punishment was needed, and serious illness needed strong medicine.
At this time, Song Chenxi's consciousness and body had been sealed by the extreme cold, and the previous move was no longer effective.
He had to use a fierce fire to warm up her frozen body.
In other words, he had to use the blood of the true dragon to 'burn' her vitality back.
Of course, this also meant that Song Chenxi's body could not bear it, and could lose her life at any time — — completely lose her life, and be burned to ashes by the raging fire, not even her bones would be left.
Blood, drop by drop, flowed into Song Chenxi's mouth.
Song Chenxi's body was getting hotter and hotter, and the hair on her body seemed to be on fire.
There was a lot of white smoke around her body, and the white smoke shrouded their bodies.
Song Chenxi had a long dream. In the dream, there was a sky full of white snow and trees of gardenias.
Those gardenias were as white as the snow, blossoming tree by tree, as if there was no end to them.
Song Chenxi walked alone in the snow, barefoot, wearing her favourite white dress.
Every step she took, a tree of flowers would bloom. Another step, and another tree of flowers would bloom.
Song Chenxi looked around, stunned and pleasantly surprised.
"Am I dead?" She asked herself in her heart.
If hell was like this, it would be a very good thing.
Song Chenxi was not afraid of death. From the day she was born, death was so close. Every day was like a countdown to death.
But, she was afraid of hell.
She was afraid of fire, she was afraid of the frying pan, she was afraid of drinking a bowl of Meng Po's soup that would make her forget her past and present life, she was afraid of all kinds of evil spirits — —
Suddenly, Song Chenxi found thick smoke billowing in front of her.
"There's a fire — —"
Song Chenxi was bewildered.
How could there be a fire in a world of ice and snow?
In this world, other than ice and snow, there was only the gardenias covered in ice and snow, what material could be burned?
The thick smoke was getting bigger and bigger, and the choking smell of smoke and fire was blowing over.
"There's a fire — —"
Song Chenxi was coughing as she ran towards the fiery place.
In the darkness, there was a force calling to her.
She wanted to put out the fire, to save this world of ice and snow, to save the thousands of gardenias, to save this hell.
Li Muyang only felt a pain in his finger, and saw Song Chenxi suddenly open her little mouth, greedily sucking the blood flowing out of his finger.
Like a newborn kitten sucking its mother's milk. Greedy and fierce.
… …
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Passing through the Tai Chi Palace, the Luming Platform, and the Yangxin Palace, they came to the door of a small courtyard in the northwest corner of the palace.
Yan Xiangma stopped, turned to look at Grandfather Cui Xichen who was leisurely following behind him, and said in a low voice, "Grandfather, the person you want to see is inside — — I won't go in."
"That's good." Cui Xichen looked lovingly at Yan Xiangma and said with a smile, "You can go back. Remember what I said, you are not allowed to interfere in the affairs of the Cui family, and don't say a word. "
"Yes." Yan Xiangma said, gritting his teeth.
Cui Xichen looked at Yan Xiangma, sighed softly, and patted Yan Xiangma on the shoulder. "I know, your mother will definitely ask you for help — — Sometimes, it is harder to refuse than to agree, and it is more painful to live than to die."
"Grandfather — —"
Cui Xichen smiled, turned around and walked towards the deep courtyard that was covered with moss.
Looking at the copper lock on the door, not knowing what he was thinking, the corners of his mouth curved into a faint smile.
Creak — —
Cui Xichen reached out and pushed open the small courtyard.
Creak — —
Cui Xichen closed the small courtyard again, and also shut off Yan Xiangma's inquisitive eyes outside.
There was a grape trellis in the small courtyard, and under the grape trellis was a stone table and two stone stools.
A grey-robed old man was sitting on a brocade stool fiddling with a chess piece. Hearing Cui Xichen coming in, he said without lifting his head: "I know you often go to the Three Fanatics Lao Dao to play chess, but have never won a game — — Today we will also play a game."
Cui Xichen walked over to the old man and sat down, but did not reach out to take the chess piece he handed over.
"What? Don't want to? Or do you think my chess skill is not good enough? "
"I have already lost, do I still need to play again?" Cui Xichen calmly looked at the old man in front of him. "The chess game of life is a crushing defeat, what's the point of winning a few pieces on this stone plate? Can you feel the slightest joy of winning? "
The grey-robed old man thought for a moment, put down the chess pot in his hand, and said aloud: "That makes some sense."
"I didn't expect it to be you." Cui Xichen sighed. "I didn't expect it to be you."
"Yan Xiangma said you wanted to see me, so I know you already know my identity." The grey-robed old man said in a low voice. "Such a thing, after all, cannot be hidden from people."
"No, you have hidden it from too many people. If it wasn't for the fact that I was quite familiar with the last move, I wouldn't have thought it was you — — "Cui Xichen said with a wry smile." Including Song Gudu — — he was also fooled by you. Now that he has solved the immortal problem, he most likely will not die in peace. "
"That's a good thing. If he understood everything, he would be tired to live and tired to die. "
"Yes. Dying like this is the end of all troubles. I should enjoy myself when I am alive, and care about the flood after death — — The person who said this is the real wise. Song Gudu died well, he died wisely. He died, and I am alive. So I began to suffer. Start to plan for myself, start to plan for my descendants. "
"So you're not as smart as him. Perhaps he had seen everything clearly and understood everything. He just didn't say it. The Eye of the Starry Sky really lives up to its reputation. "
Cui Xichen was taken aback for a moment. "That's true. Otherwise, no matter what, I would have the strength to fight. Even if I can't kill Li Muyang, it's more than enough to escape. Why bother solving the immortal problem? Perhaps, as you said, he saw it clearly and thought it through. So he knows that the world is big, and there is no place to hide. When he feels like it, he might as well finish it all at once. "
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