The Psychic Girl

Yan Tianming, who had forcibly broken free from the spell, staggered toward the altar. The red collar of her clothes had turned dark red, like a bunch of blood lotuses blooming beautifully.

[This must be a dream!]

Yes! It's a lie! This must be a dream!

What happened to me?! ...Why did my eyes suddenly become misty?

Damn it! My tears are pouring out and I can’t see clearly!

I can't see her face clearly...

I can't see clearly what she looks like when she frowns...

I couldn't see her expression, which showed that she was angry but helpless towards me...

I couldn't see the smile on her face when she looked at Zi Ni. 】

Finally, he fell to his knees, barely supporting his shaky body with the sword in his hand. He reached out and gently touched Xia Xi's hand, as if he was touching a fragile and rare treasure.

Ice-cold, without a trace of warmth.

The touch pierced his body and mind like a sword.

He stroked Xia Xi's face reluctantly. Her eyes were closed and her cheeks were pale and peaceful, as if she was asleep.

"Little fool... stop sleeping and wake up, okay?

You, don't you always like to slap me? Get up and I'll let you slap me enough!

I will never bully you again. From now on, I will only let you bully me. Wake up, okay? ..."

At this moment, he still held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that she could still open her eyes.

But everything in front of him told him,

No matter how he called out, Xia Xi would not wake up...

"The ceremony was very successful. With this, it shouldn't be a problem for the young master to recover his spirit bones."

Fang Jueqi held the soul refined after the sacrifice in his hand, opened the barrier set up by the sacrifice, and spoke to the Lord of Yanbao outside.

"Great! Mr. Fang, Zi Ni..."

Before Yan Xiu could finish his words, a fierce murderous aura passed in front of him, and the sword energy was directed at Fang Jueqi.

Like a madman, every knife attack came towards him with deadly force.

"You just broke my spell and you dared to use your spiritual energy! Do you know that this will harm your practice?!"

Unable to hear any words from the outside world, Yan Tianming had already lost his mind at this moment. He kept pressing on, wanting to kill Fang Jueqi regardless of the consequences.

"You killed her, you killed her, you killed her..."

In his mind, the scene of Xia Xi having her heart dug out by him kept lingering in his mind.

Under normal circumstances, with his abilities, he might have a chance of winning against Fang Jueqi.

But now, just breaking through the spell had consumed a large amount of his spiritual energy and he was seriously injured.

Fang Jueqi dodged lightly. It's not that he couldn't subdue the crazy beast in front of him, but he enjoyed the resentful look in Yan Tianming's eyes.

"Tian Ming! Stop messing around and delaying Zi Ni's treatment!

Haven't you always wanted the Moon Lantern from Yanjiabao?! I promised you that once Zi Ni recovers his spirit bones, it will be yours! Just consider it as a reward for your efforts for Yanjiabao over the years!"

Moon-trailer lantern?

Yan Tianming hesitated for a moment and suddenly remembered Su Che's words.

Also, the reason why he came to Yanjiabao and was willing to become Yan Xiu's adopted son,

He still wants revenge!

The blood feud of the entire family!

This was his responsibility as a prince of three heads! The hatred of the lost country was waiting for him to restore it alone! The heavy responsibility and mission on his shoulders forced him to stop swinging his sword.

But...but!!!

The sword that was swinging towards Fang Jueqi was held tightly in his left hand and pressed down. Blood kept dripping from his left palm, but he was numb and didn't feel any pain. It was as if his body was controlled by two people at the same time, and the sword that wanted to swing out and the force that stopped it were playing against each other.

Between emotion and reason, his eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Fang Jueqi.

[Ji Tianming!

Be patient! You have to be patient!

There are still so many brave warriors in our homeland who are ready to sacrifice themselves at any time to restore our country.

There are still so many people in Sanshou waiting for you to rescue,

Everyone has been planning for almost twenty years, we can’t let it all fall through just because of you! 】

For some reason, he seemed to have experienced this scene of parting with her thousands of times, but this time he was more heartbroken than ever before.

Filled with guilt and regret, he felt as if his will and spirit had been drained from him.

Yan Tianming wished he could leave everything behind and go far away with her, but the blood feud of his clan made it difficult for him to move forward.

[If I had known that I would love you so much one day, I would have fallen in love with you at first sight...

I've been watching you since the first sight, and I'll never think of giving you to anyone else...】

He walked to Xia Xi's side like a zombie, his eyes full of attachment and reluctance. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear.

"Haven't you always wanted my jade?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have rejected you.

From now on, whatever you want, I will agree to it without asking for reasons."

He kissed her deeply between the eyebrows. Yan Tianming took off the sunflower jade blood ring that he had worn since he was born and hung it around her neck. This was the only thing he could do for her now.

……

"Why?! You just woke up with great difficulty and your body is still too weak to get up! And, and your hand..."

Gong Yimian didn't understand his master's intention. He only knew that his master was too weak to withstand any harm.

“I know, Yuwen, if you and Xiaomian come to paint, use my blood!

I'll show you how to do it! There's no time! Hurry!"

Le Zhengru Feng finally sat up, even though he was already out of breath.

"I see!

Little ghost! What are you still standing there for? Help your master!

Don't forget who your master is, the wisest man in Xiliang! What he said makes sense.

He hit Gong Yimian hard on the back of the head. Maybe it was because he had been competing with Le Zhengru Feng for many years, but Yuwen Li could always understand and trust him without asking for reasons, just like he believed that he could save the prince and save Xiliang many years ago.

Just like that, late at night in the Xiliang Palace,

In the open space outside the inner hall, Le Zhengzheng was sitting in a wheelchair directing the two men, using the precious blood from his cut arm to draw the surgical diagram he had drawn on paper on the ground.

Although Gong Yimian's blood can be used as a substitute, the warlock's ability is closely related to his own level and intimacy with the elves. Gong Yimian's mother is of elf blood, but the warlock's level is still too low, only intermediate level.

As the top warlock master in Xiliang, Le Zhengrufeng has the most recognized abilities among the elves in his blood.

"What kind of technique did your master ask us to draw? Why haven't I seen it before?"

As a half-baked sorcerer, Yuwen Li usually practices as a cultivator.

But he didn't want to be laughed at by Le Zhengru Feng, so he secretly asked Gong Yimian beside him.

However, unexpectedly, Gong Yimian, who was concentrating on drawing the spell on the ground, echoed loudly.

"Don't talk about you, I haven't even seen it!"