Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 154

[Chapter 154: Life for Life]

Xianchen calendar is 13.45 million and 10 years, early winter.

There was a rare blizzard in the heavens, and the Jiuzhongtian was unprecedentedly cold. The gods, who could maintain their body temperature only by their spiritual power, had to add more clothes and create a fire in the palace to warm themselves up.

Occasionally, cranes swept across the sky, making a dying whimper.

Visions are clustered, and the emperor star will fall.

The windows of Dongji Hall were blocked by thick silver tents, which made it airtight. Several nine-dragon four-legged heaters were scattered all over the bedroom. The divine fire was blazing. The man in white was acting coquettishly with the man in black who was standing beside him.

“Apo… I’m so cold…” Yan Yuan Xuxu held Xuan Long’s hand, her face was the same as that of the cold snow outside. “You hold me… okay…”

“…Okay.”

Xuanlong gently lifted Yan Yuan’s upper body and leaned against him, Yan Yuan lay on Xuanlong’s leg and held his hand. It felt a little warm on the chest.

The sky outside was bright, and it was covered by the window tent, and the inside of the hall was gloomy. The candlelight flickered, and Yan Yuan’s pale face was outlined. He closed his eyes and couldn’t hear it.

“Apo…I…my body hurts…”

“Am I…about to die…”

Ten years have passed, but Azhi is still a child. The kite is already at the end of the strong bow, and has been unable to get out of bed for a long time.

The Protoss never gave up looking for a way to change their lives against the sky for a moment, but they returned every time.

Yan Yuan was about to die, everyone knew.

Xuanlong also knew that he guarded Yan Yuan day and night, seeing Yan Yuan getting weaker day by day, he knew better than anyone that his lover was leaving him.

But he couldn’t show sadness.

Xuanlong’s palm covered Yan Yuan’s thin back and comforted.

“No, A Yuan is just sick. After drinking the medicine, she will be healed.”

“Don’t you believe me?”

Yan Yuan smiled and said, “I believe…Abo says everything I believe…”

“But Yao Tai It’s bitter… I don’t want to drink it today… Okay…”

Xuanlong raised his head, was silent for a moment, and returned hoarsely.

“Okay.”

Yan Yuan looked at the light of the fire not far away and said, “Drink that medicine… I will always fall asleep. I want to… talk to Apo more…”

Xuanlong: “…Okay. ”

The irises by the Zijue Lake are all withered. I can’t send you flowers in the future… Will Apo still like me…” Tears were drawn from the corners of Yan Yuan’s eyes.

The flowering period of iris is in spring, and it will wither after May. Xuanlong likes iris, and Yanyuan has been using divine power to keep the flower in bloom when her brain is still clear. .

Last month, when Xuanlong was not paying attention, Yanyuan struggled to get up and went to Zijue Lake, and found that the large iris had withered into dry branches.

“I like it.” Xuanlong wiped away his tears with his fingers.

“No flowers, I still like it, don’t cry.”

“Really…” Yan Yuan turned around with difficulty, lying flat, trying to see Xuanlong’s expression clearly, to make sure that the man was not trying to make him happy.

Xuanlong curled her lips: “Yeah.”

Yan Yuan raised her hand, raised her little finger, and smiled: “Then let’s pull the hook, the irises are gone… Apo won’t hate me… Treat me like he did before. …”

“Okay … pull the hook.” Xuanlong raised his hand and hooked Yan Yuan’s pinky thumb, listening to him muttering. “Pull the hook…hang it…for ten thousand years, don’t change…if Aber deceives me, then…then…”

Yan Yuan wanted to threaten Xuanlong in some way, so that he would always like her, but if the oath was too vicious, he would be reluctant to let Xuanlong take the oath.

After thinking for a while, he said seriously.

“If Apo lied to me, I’ll… be different from you again.”

Xuanlong: “Well, if I lie to you, you don’t want to be good to me.”

The little fingers of the two were hooked, and the thumbs touched each other. .

Yan Yuan: “Then don’t lie to me…”

Xuanlong: “Okay…”

After that, Yan Yuan’s hand dropped and landed weakly on the edge of the bed.

Xuanlong’s hand froze in mid-air, and after a moment of stunned he returned to his senses, his fingertips touched Yanyuan’s face: “Ayuan…”

His body was so cold that he could almost freeze Xuanlong. This is definitely not what a living person should do. Some temperature, and such temperature has lasted on Yan Yuan for several months.

So he always shouted cold and pain.

“A Yuan…”

Yan Yuan did not respond, and the faint breath told Xuan Long that he was still alive.

Just like a prisoner who is about to be decapitated under a tiger’s head, Xuanlong doesn’t know when the sharp blade will fall and take his lover’s life.

All he could do was watch helplessly.

That would make him sad more than putting him to life.

In the evening, Divine Lord Drifting Ling came to see Yan Yuan in Dongji Hall, but Yan Yuan was still in a drowsy state. Xuanlong went out alone on the pretext of going to the academy to pick up A Zhi from school.

Outside the hall, there was a lot of snow, and the man in Xuanyi held an oil-paper umbrella and walked across the snow-covered road, leaving behind a series of independent footprints.

There is a temple at the end of the heaven, and the temple enshrines a god statue that does not distinguish between yin and yang. There is a man on one side and a woman on the other. The man’s left hand stands on his chest, his thumb and index finger are twisted, and the rest of his fingers are loose, and he smiles with his eyes down. The woman’s body is pure and beautiful, her head is in a flying bun, her middle finger and thumb are twisted, her palm is facing up, her face is peaceful, and no matter which side is sacred and inviolable.

Legend has it that it is the real body of Heaven.

No one has ever seen the true face of the Tao of Heaven, and no one knows whether it is true or false, but when the immortals and gods in the heavens have troubles, they will go there and ask for it, offering their most precious things to the Tao of Heaven in exchange for getting what they want.

There was such a heavy snow today, and there was not a single god on the road. The wind was howling outside the temple, and the branches of the gods were rustling.

Xuanlong put away the oil-paper umbrella, put the umbrella outside the temple, patted the falling snow off his shoulders, and allowed himself to enter the temple cleanly.

The way of heaven told him to be born as a celestial elf. He has suffered so much. He has never hated anything, but only because of the evil he has done in his previous life, he will have to pay it back a hundredfold in this life.

However, as an emperor star, Yan Yuan was born to be the master of all things and was so honorable. If he said that he had made any mistakes, he should not have met and fell in love with himself.

If he had never appeared in Yan Yuan’s life, how could they have come to this day, and how could Yan Yuan have come to this day.

It was wrong from the start…

he regretted it.

He doesn’t want Yan Yuan to love him.

Don’t Yan Yuan meet him.

Step by step, Xuanlong walked slowly and firmly towards the statue, knelt down on the futon in front of the towering statue, folded his hands together, and opened his thin lips lightly.

“The way of heaven is above, I am a lonely star… I was supposed to be lonely and old to death, but I was born and acted against the sky, harming others and myself, I know I am wrong, I beg the way of heaven to be kind, let go of my love, and I am willing to go away. I will walk in the way of my life, fall into hell forever, never enter reincarnation, just ask for mercy from heaven… let go of my love…”

“I ask for mercy from heaven… let go of my love…”

“I beg heaven for mercy… Let go of my love.”

Xuanlong bowed his head and couldn’t bear it for a long time.

He has lived to this day and has never believed in gods and Buddhas. He himself is a god in the Nine Heavens, but he can’t even control his own destiny. Worshiping gods and Buddhas may be useful to mortals, but to him everything is futile.

But when he was forced to a desperate situation, he would be like a mortal. He had to try the stupidest way. If Tiandao was kind enough to let Yan Yuan live, he would be the most loyal believer in Tiandao.

He has nothing precious, and the only thing that can be exchanged is his own life.

[End of This Chapter]