Chapter 228
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Phoenix. Mine? Little Phoenix. "
The memory seemed to be yesterday.
Ye Yunlan was holding her? Teacup? His hand suddenly tightened.
He said hoarsely, "It's too easy to make tea with fried rice. Shen Shu, change a pot of chrysanthemum tea."
Was it unreasonable? Want it? Beg.
Shen Shu was very hardworking. He said, "Okay." Then he picked up the teapot and went to the backyard to boil water.
When Shen Shu's figure disappeared, Ye Yunlan couldn't help coughing.
The dull pain in his chest was continuous, as dense as needles.
He took out a piece of silk cloth and coughed softly. The blood stain was deep? It was almost fainting from the silk cloth.
These days, he coughed blood more and more frequently. The trip to the Netherworld Secret Realm consumed too much of his spirit. Now, even if his mood fluctuated slightly, it would also? Trigger the injury.
He didn't want Shen Shu to know this.
The promise? Forever was too far away. The past? The past was too long. He couldn't even grasp it? Now, there wasn't much left.
The coughing slowly calmed down. He wiped the blood on his lips? Blood, staining it with blood again? He put the silk cloth into his arms and slowly drank a mouthful of tea. His eyebrows drooped, and he recovered his calmness.
But his face was a little pale?
As if nothing had happened?
Shen Shu was boiling water in the backyard to make tea.
But a shadow swept out from the inner room and converged at his feet.
Ye Yunlan coughed blood? The scene was reflected in his mind. Brewing chrysanthemum tea? Action? Slightly stiff, smile on the face? Hidden, the blood-red eyes were as dark as the abyss.
These days, it was not the first time he saw Ye Yunlan coughing blood.
His master thought that he hid it well? Good, but not good. Everything in this bamboo building was firmly in his eyes, not an inch missed.
Looking for healing? Solution, he had already searched all the books in the Sect's library? The books, and even went to the sealed place in the mind? The Demon Lord searched in the memory.
But he still couldn't find the right one? Solution.
And the reason? Was it split from that memory? Another one? Knowledge is also cause? It became active here, just like at this moment.
"His injuries are too severe, and he has no cultivation to protect his body. How can anyone undo the seal and forcibly extract the divine flame? He even knew how to do it? His meridians will rupture and he will die immediately. Only the Dual Cultivation Method can save his life. "
Demons? The voice was filled with evil and bewitchment.
"You don't dare, is it because? Scared because of you? You're afraid that you won't be able to withstand the burning of the Divine Fire, so you don't dare to save the one you've been thinking about all this time? Master? "
"But you clearly know that as long as you want? On my terms? The solution is to go to the bottom of The Abyss and cultivate the Nine Revolutions Heavenly Demon Body. What can a mere divine fire do to us? "
"Your body has already absorbed everything in the Netherworld Secret Realm? You still want Demonic Qi? It was already difficult to return to the path of Dao. Our master still doesn't know, right? You've been hesitating all this time. Are you afraid that he'll be disappointed in you? "
"Enough," Shen Shu growled.
"Master promised me that if I don't use the energy in my body again? Just by cultivating quietly, one would gain strength? Accompany me forever? Me, I also want it? As he wishes, I'll accompany him forever? Him, so that he won't be burdened by the mortal world and can live freely? … "
"— And then watch? He'll die? "The Demon Lord asked.
Shen Shu was silent.
Hold? The teapot? But his hand clenched tighter and tighter.
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Ye Yunlan was waiting for Shen Shu to make tea.
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