Report to the president, Mr. Ben Miao does not warm the bed

Yang Rong didn't understand and looked at him.

"Auntie, do you believe me?" Mo Ziqi sat down beside the bed: "I can make Miao Miao reborn, do you believe me?"

"What?" Yang Rong raised her head in disbelief, feeling her heart come back to life, she trembled her lips, and asked in a trembling voice: "You said you can..."

"Yes, I can regenerate Miao Miao." Mo Ziqi nodded.

The moment he realized that Miao Miao was really dead, Mo Ziqi already had a plan in his heart, he wanted to save her, even if it cost him all his cultivation!

He didn't know if it was right for him to do this, and he couldn't care about it, because holding the silent Xin Miaomiao, his heart was numb with pain, and now he was determined to save her, and realized that she could come back to life Only then did his heart recover a little bit.

Therefore, saving her is imperative.

"I believe, I believe!" Yang Rong nodded without hesitation, and she looked at Mo Ziqi eagerly: "Do you need me to do anything? As long as you tell me, it's okay to change my life. "

"It's not sure yet. I will tell you when the time comes, you wait for me for seven days." Mo Ziqi didn't say much.

"Okay, okay, okay, Ziqi, I'll wait for as long as I want." Yang Rong was already incoherent, laughing and crying at the same time.

Mo Ziqi looked at her, nodded, turned to look at Xin Miaomiao behind him, and then turned and went out.

Lu Hanfan was called to the balcony alone by Mo Ziqi.

"I'm going out for seven days. During these seven days, you must guard Miao Miao's body." Mo Ziqi said to Lu Hanfan.

"What are you going to do?" Lu Hanfan looked at the serious Mo Ziqi, feeling a bad premonition in his heart, as if he was going to do something stupid.

"Save her." Mo Ziqi replied.

"Ziqi, Miaomiao is dead." Lu Hanfan knew how cruel it was to tell the truth, but seeing that Mo Ziqi seemed unable to face the reality, he had to repeat it in front of him.

"I know." Mo Ziqi looked at him with a calm expression, but this calm was like the calm before the storm.

"Then you still say save her?" Lu Hanfan was puzzled.

"You don't understand these things. You just have to promise me to keep her body safe until I come back." Mo Ziqi said expressionlessly. He looked at the dark sky outside with a look in his eyes that made people feel guilty. the depths.

"If." He withdrew his gaze, and looked at Lu Hanfan again: "If, after seven days, I don't come back, you can let auntie handle her funeral."

"What do you mean?" Lu Hanfan was startled, his face changed greatly: "Why don't you come back, Mo Ziqi, what are you going to do?!"

He took a step forward and grabbed Mo Ziqi's collar: "Are you going to do something dangerous? Mo Ziqi, don't be stupid, Miao Miao is dead, don't..."

"You just said are you willing to help? No, I'll find someone else." Mo Ziqi stretched out his hand, and gently waved his grasping hand away, his deep gaze fell on him, compared to his Excited, his calmness is unbelievable.

"I..." Lu Hanfan wanted to say that if he was in danger, he wouldn't help, but looking at the expressionless face in front of him and thinking of the silent little body in the room, Lu Hanfan couldn't say anything.

After a long, long time, as long as a century.

Lu Hanfan seemed to have compromised, he put down his hand decadently, and took a step back.