My magic stick is going to heaven!

Wen Changlang lay quietly, his body already soaked in blood, like a broken doll, motionless.

Shang Yanzhou held up the blood-stained face tremblingly, and kept wiping it, but no matter how he wiped it, the blood kept flowing out, just like the scarlet tears in Shang Yanzhou's eyes, which couldn't be stopped.

"Wen Changlang, you bastard! Who allowed you to die! Get up for me! Bastard..."

Shang Yanzhou tore up his voice and shouted with all his might, but no one would ever smile back at him like that.

Wu Chu jumped down closely following Shang Yanzhou, stepping on the bloody water, unable to move his feet, and tears fell uncontrollably in the blink of an eye.

Things... how did it become like this...

Suddenly, Shang Yanzhou hugged Wen Changlang, got up without warning, stumbled to Lianyi, knelt down, and said hoarsely:

"Save him...save him, help me save him...you can use my life!"

Lian Yi's blank face suddenly smiled: "Hehe... help? It can't be saved."

Laughed and cried.

Shang Yanzhou didn't care about anything, just kept murmuring:

"Save him... save him... save my Wen Changlang! Ah... what can I do to save him!"

Shang Yanzhou, who was always calm and elegant, cried like a desperate child at this moment, holding the person in his arms stubbornly and refusing to let go.

Lian Yi tilted her head, wiped off the wetness on her face, then raised her hand to inject demon power into his body, protecting his already dilapidated heart.

After finishing, he stood up and raised his hand to apply a demonic force, freezing the Wen corridor, and then said in a cold voice:

"If you want to save him, go immediately! Go back to the Yin Yang shop immediately!"

They went down the mountain at the fastest speed all the way, and when they came to the wooden cable bridge, they found that the wooden cable bridge had been broken by the earthquake.

Lian Yi didn't speak, but with Wu Chu and Shang Yanzhou in one hand, she soared into the air, using her demon power to quickly teleport to the front of the hotel.

Along the way, Lian Yi clearly felt the bloody aura in the small town, and with a thought, she could feel the death aura shrouded in the small town. Everyone in the small town was dead.

Her demon power can't support the distance from here to Yinyangpu, so she can only start by car.

For the sake of safety, Wu Chu spontaneously sat in the driver's seat, then drove the car at full speed, and followed the route Lian Yi said.

In the car, Shang Yanzhou lowered his head, did not speak, and regardless of the freezing temperature on Wen Changlang's body, he tightly hugged him in his arms, refusing to let go.

Lian Yi sat quietly on the side, her voice was very calm:

"After I go back, I will change your eyes for you. The psychic eye is the inheritance of Yin Yang Shop, which condenses the spiritual power of the masters of the past generations.

When Wen Changlang switches back to the psychic eye, all the spiritual power in the psychic eye will merge with him. Maybe, this majestic spiritual power will automatically repair his body. "

Speaking of this, Lian Yi choked up for a while, and then continued:

"However, I'm not sure that he can wake up, so this is a method with no chance of winning.

If it fails, he won’t be able to save you, and you will lose your eyes. If it succeeds, I can’t guarantee that he will wake up, and you will also lose those eyes. "

Shang Yanzhou lowered his head, his voice hoarse: "I know, but there is still a glimmer of hope, enough."

As long as there is still a glimmer of hope, that is enough.

Lian Yi knew the answer a long time ago, she didn't speak any more, but turned her head to look out the car window.

The sadness was infinitely magnified, the snow was endless, lifeless, and her eyes were full of desolation, just like herself.

It turned out that the root of all this was actually himself.