True Monarch Crossing Tribulation forced me to soar

Chapter 162: Brother, do me a favor!

Wuyan has never sung before, and her previous life has been indulged in the pursuit of Dujie Zhenjun.

She has never sung, tasted food, or even paid attention to the scenery around her.

She always thought that the greatest significance of her coming to this world was to pursue the Supreme Lord of Transcending Tribulation.

This kind of belief lasted for 500 years, and it only took three short years for it to collapse.

After really getting along, she realized that this relationship was not as deep as she imagined.

Those beautiful feelings imagined in the most painful and difficult life were finally washed away by reality and fell to ashes.

Guan Susheng's singing is fluttering with the wind, falling from the clouds into the deep valley, shuttling around in the deep valley, feeling the flowers splashing tears, hating the birds frightened, Wuyan can feel the deep sorrow in the singing just by listening to it.

She thought that Beigong Liangyin should be as important as a confidant to Guan Susheng.

Today, she was only able to appreciate such a beautiful singing voice through Guan Susheng's longing for Beigong Liangyin.

In autumn, the setting sun fades into the boundless darkness like blood.

Dujie Zhenjun looked at Guan Susheng, and knew in his heart that with such a melodious singing voice, she was probably about to ascend.

Before ascending, many people will complete the breakthrough of understanding in this life.

The two people who were originally inseparable, suddenly, one died and the other became independent from the world, which would naturally lead to the living one having a new understanding of life.

Although he knew that Beigong Liangyin was not dead, he just smiled and had no intention of saying it.

The world is unsatisfactory, nine out of ten.

As long as he holds his own, the rest has nothing to do with him.

He stared at Wuyan firmly, and he had already regarded Wuyan as his own in his heart.

In the eyes of Zhenjun Dujie, Wuyan was just playing petty temper with him and ran away from home, and was temporarily blinded by the Demon Lord who coveted him for a long time.

He is very sure that Wuyan will always only love herself, and will always belong to herself only.

She didn't have that kind of warm eyes towards Zhou Yu at all.

The longer he stayed in the barracks, the more certain he was that Wuyan had no interest in Zhou Yu at all, but he was not very good at expressing it, and Zhou Yu was just pretending to be passionate.

"Wuyan, go back, the night is cool."

He stood in front of Wuyan, using his tall body to block her from the cold air blowing from the bitterly cold place in the extreme north.

Such cold air cannot possibly appear in such a season, let alone blow across the central mountain range and reach the bank of the Liuli River facing the south.

Something is not quite right.

In the world, I am afraid that people will die.

Wuyan sneezed loudly. She hadn't been sick for a long time, but this body, which was no different from ordinary people when her mana was exhausted, reminded her all the time that she was just a useless fairy.

She has been feeling tired for the past few days, and she can't lift her spirits to do anything. Therefore, she has not been able to go out to collect thought power, so she has let her body be empty. serious illness.

She found herself ill the next morning.

Although her body was heavy and tired, she woke up early, as if her body had issued a comprehensive warning to her. She opened her eyes with difficulty, sat up from the bed, and immediately felt dizzy, her eyes darkened, and she hurriedly lay down again go down.

The physical pain was extremely tormenting, and she regretted it a little. She should have gone out to collect some mind power while she was still active.

She had never been so weak, so she had no experience in shouting.

She only thought that she could still be regarded as a fairy body, even if she got sick, it would not be fatal. She didn't know how severe the illness was, so she lay on the bed for another 2 minutes and rested for a while, thinking that she would be able to recover after a while. get up.

However, after more than ten minutes, she slowly propped up her body, she was so thirsty, she stretched out her hand to reach the exquisite glass cup on the table, seeing that her fingers had reached it, but it was very stiff and uncoordinated, and she dropped the glass cup by mistake. The lamp was knocked over.

Such a powerless and weak self gave birth to violent emotions in her heart. When there was no one around, she could no longer control her emotions and beat the quilt frantically.

She used to be gentle because she was strong enough and didn't need to care about it.

When she became a mortal, she couldn't even do the little things well. These trivial things accumulated in her heart one by one, and finally, today, she was overwhelmed.

After hammering for a while, she covered her face and began to cry silently.

While weeping, she blamed herself:
"Wu Yan, what use are you for?"

Nothing is left, everything is lost.

Dujie Zhenjun, Zhenshuzi, Wuyou, Shuangjiang, sword manual, formation, past experiences, scenes emerged in front of his eyes.

She grabbed her hair in pain, a little mad.

It's a pity that she doesn't have enough energy now to think about these complicated issues. Soon, she found that she had unbearable abdominal pain, as if she had suffered a serious injury.

what happened?

The intuition of love for life made her quickly touch her stomach, which was intact and without any wounds.

But the feeling of pain does not seem to be deceiving.

She had a splitting headache, and after exploring for a while, she found that her hands were stained with blood.

what's the situation?
Suddenly, her heart beat wildly and she broke out in a cold sweat.

Thinking that she still had a lot of things to do, she suddenly felt that even if her body was almost fine, as long as she was diligent, she could still accumulate enough thought power. At least she still had Wuyou to look for.

After a while, her heart gradually calmed down, and suddenly relieved, she smiled.

She realized that she was having her period.

She practiced very fast when she was young, and she became a Mahayana at the age of 14. At that time, she had not yet had menstruation.

Practitioners, on the other hand, have extremely strong control over their bodies, and the monthly consumption of menstrual blood is a great waste for cultivation.

Almost all female nuns will avoid such waste after reaching the Mahayana stage.

She thought it was a little funny, she didn't expect that she lost her fairy bone and had a menstrual event. This time, she was completely indistinguishable from a mortal woman.

"Wuyan, what's wrong with you?"

Dujie Zhenjun's spiritual sense detected Wuyan's abnormality, and he pushed open the door without knocking, and walked in.

Wuyan was extremely embarrassed, wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, leaving only one head, and shouted hoarsely:

"Brother, why are you here, I'm fine, you go out first!"

Du Jie Zhenjun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at Wuyan's pale face, then looked at the cup that was overturned on the ground, and frowned. He went straight to Wuyan's side, sat down, and stretched out his hand to probe Wuyan's forehead.

It doesn't look like there's nothing wrong, it's clear that there's something wrong, but Wu Yan refuses to tell himself, he's a little angry.

When he probed to check, he was also stunned.

He blinked quickly, withdrew his hand, and pondered:

"You've caught a cold, don't go out for a few days to blow the air."

Wuyan nodded, a little helpless, a little nervous, the elder brother also had this disobedient attitude.

Fortunately, senior brother is not as thick-skinned as Dujie Zhenjun, he seems to be a little colder, he stands up immediately, and is about to leave.

Wuyan hurriedly called to stop him:
"Brother, do me a favor!"

The tall figure of Zhenjun Dujie suddenly paused:
"Say!"

No face:

"Help me call Guan Susheng, I need to find her."

Du Jie Zhenjun's pounding heart instantly cooled down:
"Oh!"

(End of this chapter)