Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

Zixi's eyelashes moved slightly, as if she was returning to light, she opened her mouth and said with difficulty and weakness: "Master... I was wrong..."

She may not have figured out where she was wrong, but the instinct of life made her beg for mercy.

Uncle Feng carefully put Zixi back on the ground.

As in the previous three days, he closed and locked the door indifferently, and left.

But, soon he came back. [

Back in the quiet room, squatting beside Zixi.

Uncle Feng said without emotion: "Young master, I have already brought your words to the young master."

her words?

Yes, she did.

She was wrong.

As for what went wrong, she didn't know.

Zixi opened her eyes with difficulty, with the last ray of light in her dark eyes, looking expectantly at Uncle Feng.

That glimmer of hope in despair, so bright and bright, finally made Uncle Feng soften his heart and stop being cold-hearted.But he couldn't give her dawn, he shook his head and said, "The young master only said 'I got it', so you have to stay here."

Zi Xi completely gave up!

……

Day [-].

In chaos.

Zixi felt a pair of warm and gentle hands gently touching her forehead.She has died once, so she has more experience, so she knows that she is not dead yet, but she is close to death.

Duanhua's expression is indifferent and indifferent, like the misty clouds on the distant mountains, the quiet breeze in the mountains and forests.He quietly squatted beside Zixi, stuffed a Nine-Turn Soul Renewing Pill into her mouth, and then slowly stroked her smooth forehead.

The Nine Turns Renewing Soul Pill melts at the entrance, as if turning into a stream of pure fairy energy, it quickly penetrates into Zixi's body, and the depleted body is like a spring breeze blowing green, and life blooms instantly.

Zixi clearly felt the changes in herself, and her senses and perceptions were gradually recovering. Although she was not alive and kicking, at least she had the strength to open her eyes.

She saw Duanhua dressed in white like a fairy.

His whole body is as white as snow, ice-clear and jade-clean, not stained with dust, except for his waist-length long hair, which is as black as ink and as soft as the wind.

He didn't tie his hair up, and let the black hair pour down like rain. [

So, it landed on her cheeks, silky and soft, with a long-lasting fragrance.

She suddenly realized that she didn't resent him at all, she just felt wronged, so wronged, tears rolled in her eyes, but they couldn't shed in the end, and they returned to the bottom of her heart.