Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 144

[Chapter 144 I hurt]

Xuanlong hovered along the Tianhe River, and when it was about to reach the Jiuzhongtian, a white light flashed in front of him, and then a white-clothed immortal monarch appeared in front of him.

That person was Immortal Zhi Yu who was supposed to marry Yan Yuan. I thought that he had just been to the mortal world and did not find Yan Yuan, so he returned to the heaven to have a look. Unexpectedly, he met here by coincidence.

“Emperor!”

Immortal Zhiyu has been delighted with Yanyuan for tens of thousands of years, and regards Yanyuan as more important than his own life. How could he see Yanyuan suffering like this?

Xuanlong was forced to stop and turned into a human form.

Immortal Lord Zhiyu saw the tragic state of Yan Yuan on Xuanlong’s back, and the corners of his eyes were red: “This is the result you want.” ”

You are satisfied only if you let him die.”

Long was not seriously injured, his throat was itchy, and he resisted the desire to cough and remained silent.

Seeing that Xuanlong Lei couldn’t move, Immortal Zhi Yu became more and more angry: “If you are really good for him, you should stay away from him as far as possible, and don’t give him unnecessary hope.”

“Leave the emperor to me.”

Zhi . As a new queen of Yan Yuan, Yu Xianjun made such a request. It was normal. Xuanlong put Yan Yuan down from his back and handed it to the other party.

“Don’t tell him, I went to look for him.”

Unexpectedly, Xuanlong said this in the first sentence. Immortal Zhiyu was slightly surprised. He helped Yan Yuan, answered lightly, and rode the clouds away from the fog. go.

When he returned to the heaven, the rain had already passed, and Lian Bi was greeted by the Dongji Hall, and at a glance, he noticed that Xuanlong’s expression was wrong. If it was said that Xuanlong was only in a bad mood before he left, at this time it can be said that his face was as white as paper.

“General? What’s the matter with you?!”

“…Nothing.”

Xuanlong walked towards the hall with vain steps. When he stepped over the door, he swayed, holding the door frame and spurting a large mouthful of blood. He forced himself to continue walking in, but after taking a few steps, he fell down.

“General!!”

The road that Xuan Long walked left a trail of blood-stained footprints. Because he was dressed in black clothes, it was not easy to see the bleeding.

…

After Yan Yuan was punished by the gods, his muscles and veins were all broken, and the most capable medical immortals in the heaven were invited. It took three days and nights to work together to restore his muscles and veins. Such flexibility is impossible.

When the punishment came down, it should have been doomed, but it was because someone blocked him twice. Even so, Yan Yuan was in a coma for a whole month before she woke up.

Unexpectedly, when he woke up, he was blind in both eyes.

Originally, he lost his two emotions and three desires because he went to Meimeng Mountain to find Tianguo. He lost his sense of hearing, smell, and taste. Now he is blind, and he has become a complete waste.

Trauma is curable, heart disease is difficult to cure, if people live without hope, life is better than death. It is the most vicious punishment for Tiandao to leave him alive and let him live on in the world.

Yan Yuan didn’t want to live like this.

Since he woke up, he has been bedridden all day long, unwilling to eat or drink medicine, and let his injuries worsen day by day. He couldn’t hear with his ears, and couldn’t see with his eyes. He could communicate with him using sound transmission, but he wouldn’t listen to anyone who persuaded him.

Azhi was temporarily placed in the Qianyun Palace, under the care of the Lord of Lingling. If the children were told to see the father’s serious illness, most of them would cry.

No matter how powerful a god is, he can’t stand such self-destruction.

Yan Yuan was in a drowsiness most of the time, and sometimes did not wake up for several days. If it continued like this, he would not need to be punished by heaven to put him to death.

Although his waking hours are few, his mind is clear and clear. He knows what will happen to him. When his spirit dissipates, it will turn into thousands of dust and float in the world, transcending the six realms, and will never enter reincarnation. Meet Xuanlong again.

Love without too much pain, he has suffered once is enough, no matter how strong his ability to bear pain is, he can’t stand repeated tossing and turning. He finally lost to Tiandao.

The bed was tightly covered by a thick curtain, and no light could penetrate. A single hand lifted the silver curtain from the outside, and the goddess dragged the spirit and sat down slowly on the edge of the bed.

Yan Yuan lay on her back, tears streaming from the corners of her closed eyes and falling into her snow-white hair. Ye Ling knew that he must be thinking of Xuanlong again, and a white handkerchief appeared in his palm, sighing and wiping away tears for Yan Yuan.

“Father knows that you miss him, you listen to your father’s words, drink the medicine, and your father will invite him to see you, okay?”

Even if Xuanlong hates Yan Yuan, he will definitely be willing to come because of Yeling’s face. of.

But after coming.

no after.

Yan Yuan didn’t want to disturb him anymore.

He just wanted to leave quietly and leave some respect for himself, hoping that when Xuanlong thought of him inadvertently in the future, he would not find him annoying.

Before Yan Yuan could answer, she gave up, and Ye Ling raised her fingertips and gently touched Yan Yuan’s silver-white hair, almost choked up: “Yuan’er, what do you want your father to do…”

“As long as you speak… …Father can do everything for you, okay…”

“You don’t have to torture yourself like this…”

It hurts for the child and hurts for the parents. After Yan Yuan woke up, Ye Ling tried everything she could say and do in order to give him hope of life, but Yan Yuan didn’t respond.

If he hadn’t sensed Yan Yuan’s weak aura, Ye Ling almost thought he was dead.

He lay there quietly, like a noble and dim statue, clearly still so young, but was forced to suffer undeserved heavy injuries, and his body and mind were deeply decayed.

Ye Ling didn’t know who else could save his child.

I thought that Yan Yuan would be as reluctant to speak as usual today, but after a while, Yan Yuan’s bloodless lips moved, Ling Ling leaned in to listen, and heard him say,

“Father…I hurt… “When the voice fell, tears were drawn from the corners of his eyes.

[End of This Chapter]