Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Hu Xiaoman opened her mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, the crimson droplets scattering onto the purple-blue spider lilies, a shocking sight.

"Sister!" Tianyou exclaimed in shock, wanting to rush forward to help her up.

But Hu Xiaoman could no longer hear.

The extreme grief overwhelmed her newly stabilized consciousness, causing the previously suppressed injuries to erupt.

She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, the world spinning around her, and her body falling straight backward.

"Ah, my sister is going to die!" Sweetie screamed in fright.

"Shut up, you're just dizzy!" Tianyou scolded, but his face also paled.

Just as Hu Xiaoman was about to crash to the ground, two figures darted over in a flash.

Although the mouse had short legs, it was agile. With a sliding kneel, it used its not-so-broad back to cushion Hu Xiaoman's head.

"Ouch, my back!" the mouse cried out in pain.

Xiaoqing hurriedly lifted Hu Xiaoman's foot.

"Quick, carry it back!" the mouse commanded, baring its teeth.

"If Lord A Yao sees Miss unconscious in the sea of ​​flowers, we'll all be turned into fertilizer!"

And so, a comical scene unfolded.

A large rat dressed in a butler's uniform walked with its head turned back, a small demon with horns on its head carried its feet, and two little kids held its hands beside it. The four of them huffed and puffed as they ran towards the bedchamber, as if they were carrying a fragile, rare treasure.

"Make way, make way, emergency medical assistance!"

"Quickly, summon the Demon Doctor and bring him all the best medicine!"

"Oh dear, Xiaoqing, slow down! Miss's head is going to hit the pillar!"

After a chaotic scene, Hu Xiaoman was finally settled back into the big pink bed.

The mouse wiped the cold sweat from its forehead and looked at Hu Xiaoman on the bed, whose brows were furrowed and who was still crying even in her unconscious state. It was so worried that it pulled out two of its whiskers.

"What should we do now?"

"Once Miss wakes up, she'll definitely go to the sacrificial altar and fight to the death again."

"Given her current health, going there would be like delivering vegetables to someone else."

Xiaoqing scratched the horn on her head and weakly suggested, "How about... we tie her up?"

"Snapped!"

The mouse jumped up and flicked him on the head: "Are you stupid?"

Can you bind a person's heart?

"Besides, that's a young lady, would you dare to tie her up?"

Tianyou, with a stern face, pondered for a moment and said, "Let her sleep."

"sleep?"

"Hmm." Tianyou pointed to the incense burner next to him: "Light the 'Tai Xu Tranquilizing Incense,' ten times the usual amount."

The mouse-like man gasped, "Ten times?"

"That's enough to put even a god to sleep!"

"Could he have become mentally impaired from sleeping too long?"

"Being stupid is better than being dead." Tianyou said resolutely, "Click!"

A moment later, the bedroom was filled with smoke, and a rich, exotic fragrance permeated every corner.

Under the powerful effects of the medicine, Hu Xiaoman's tense body finally relaxed and she fell into a deep sleep.

But her dreams were not peaceful.

……

In the dream, the scene shifted.

It was no longer a sea of ​​red spider lilies, but a magnificent altar suspended in the void—the Celestial Altar.

Nine towering pillars stood all around, carved with intricate ancient runes, radiating a dazzling golden light.

Countless heavenly soldiers and generals clad in golden armor formed dense circles upon circles.

They sat cross-legged, their expressions solemn, recklessly pouring their spiritual power into the great array at the center of the altar.

At the center of the great formation.

The once spirited and arrogant Ming Shen Jun Yichen was now as pale as paper, and his body was so thin that he looked as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

But he still stood straight, his two fingers together, the tips of which were gathering a world-destroying divine light, desperately resisting a crack in the void.

That is the passage to the Extreme Realm, and also the location of the Ghost Gate.

"Open it... for me!!!"

Jun Yichen roared, black blood continuously spilling from the corner of his mouth.

It is a double torment of internal poison and divine backlash.

Under his forceful impact, the sealed crack was forced open slightly.

"Ouch——"

A piercing wailing sound instantly emanated from the crack.

Dense black ghostly energy, like countless tentacles, surged out from within, attempting to devour the light and close the crack once more.

"withstand!"

Tianrun stood to the side, his hands forming a hand seal, and the vast power of the Heavenly Emperor was bestowed upon Jun Yichen.

The Moon Tree and the Golden Dragon had already revealed their true forms. A towering tree and a five-clawed golden dragon were circling in the air, desperately channeling their power.

Hao Fengyu, Yan Kangshun, and the others looked ashen-faced, their spiritual energy nearly depleted.

Anxiety and determination were written all over everyone's face.

Even if it means death, we must open this door!

Even if there's only a sliver of hope, we must bring Su Shen home!

As Jun Yichen stared at the door that he couldn't open no matter what, and at the ghostly energy that kept pouring out, the light in his eyes gradually changed from initial expectation to madness and despair.

"Su'er..."

He muttered to himself, his voice broken.

"wait for me……"

Even if it costs me my soul, I will still bring you home!

……

Extreme plate boundary.

Once a sacred place for cultivating immortality, it has now been completely reduced to a gloomy and terrifying ghost town.

The sky was a somber gray-black, devoid of sun, moon, and stars, only filled with eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, like scattered stars illuminating this land of death.

The once majestic main peak of the Kunlun Sect has now been transformed into a gigantic ghost palace by countless white bones.

Above the Ghost Palace.

Guiya, wearing a red bellyband, sat on the "Ten Thousand Ghosts Chair" made up of thousands of resentful human heads.

He swung his two fair and tender legs, holding a bloody ghost king's thigh in his hand, eating it with relish as if he were gnawing on a chicken leg, with black bloodstains still hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Smack, smack..."

The sound of chewing echoed in the empty hall.

Below the Ghost Palace lies a massive, sunken plaza shrouded in the aura of the underworld—the Beast Arena.

The stands around the perimeter were filled with all sorts of bizarre and powerful demons.

They waved their claws excitedly, emitting piercing cheers and strange cries, anticipating the upcoming slaughter.

"Roar--!"

Several deafening roars came from the arena.

In the center of the beast arena, a woman in white was holding a broken sword, confronting a three-headed demon king whose body was as large as a mountain and whose body was covered with barbs.

It's Yang Susu!

Her once spotless white dress was now tattered and stained dark red with blood.

Her long hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, dancing wildly in the cold wind.

But she wasn't embarrassed at all.

Instead, she stood there, her back straight as a sword, her eyes cold and resolute.

The unparalleled sharpness emanating from his body was so intense that even the surrounding ghostly energy dared not approach.

It was a breathtakingly poignant beauty.

It was tragically beautiful to the extreme.

"Wow--"

Gui Ya swallowed the meat in his mouth, pointed at Yang Susu below, and boasted to the trembling ghost general beside him:

"Look, this is the baby's new 'beautiful mother'."