Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 71 Chu'er, I Don't Pain

Looking at the white shadow gradually sinking to the bottom of the lake, Jing Yi felt a twinge of pain in his heart, and his whole body was filled with demonic energy, emitting a blue light, covering the icy lake.

He jumped into the lake, looking for that figure, the lake was very icy, he watched her hair form countless ice flowers on the bottom of the water, he squeezed a formula in his hand, smashed all the ice that wrapped her body, and hugged her stiffly He kept sending spiritual power into her body, and he didn't withdraw the spiritual power until her body temperature recovered and she gradually became conscious.

Zichu noticed that the cold was leaving him, and the feeling of suffocation disappeared. He slowly opened his eyes, but saw Jing Yi's magnified face was pressing against him at this moment, with soft warmth coming from his lips, and he couldn't help thinking to push him away.

Jing Yi looked at her wide eyes, let go of her without a trace, and looked at her calmly, with tenderness in his eyes, "Chu'er, this is an illusion."

Zichu opened his mouth, found that he could speak, bit his lip, "How did you get in?"

Jing Yi put his fingers against her lips, and said softly, "I'll take you out first."

I saw a turquoise light enveloping the two of them, and a mixture of black and white came out from the bottom of the lake. It was originally a blizzard, but now the sky seemed to be torn open, and the sky was surrounded by stars, the light was dazzling , when they landed, they found that they were still in Xiao Shu's room, and Xiao Shu had disappeared.

"Where's Xiao Shu?"

Zichu felt puzzled, but finally asked out. It turned out that everything was an illusion, but that woman
There was a flash of sadness in Jing Yi's eyes, and then it disappeared. Although there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth, he reluctantly said, "Your soul was sucked away by the demon king, and he went to get it back."

"Sly Flute Demon King?" Zichu asked tentatively, seeing the affirmation in Jing Yi's eyes, he almost lost his balance.

No wonder she felt that the sound of the flute had a charming magic power. She didn't feel it yet, but her soul was sucked away. But what she couldn't figure out was that the demon king was so powerful, what's the use of her own soul?

As if seeing what she was thinking, Jing Yi gently scratched her nose with his fingers, with undisguised indulgence in his eyes, "Chu'er, if the demon king wants to become a god, he must first lose his demonic aura, and your soul It can purify the demon energy in his body."

Doesn't she know that her soul is damaged?If it wasn't for the damaged soul, how could the demon king take away her soul so easily.

Zichu was a little unaccustomed to such intimacy, so he backed away unconsciously, an unsteady body under his feet instantly leaned back, and before he could utter an exclamation, his body had already fallen firmly into a warm embrace.

She kept struggling, trying to break free from his embrace, but she pulled the wound on his body. Seeing the traces of blood oozing out, some tiny pictures flashed in her mind. Once upon a time, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress A sword stabbed him, and there was so much blood.

Guilt and sadness hit her heart, her movements slowed down, her eyes were fixed on the wound on his chest, her white jade-like fingers touched the wound, and she recited the formula in her heart, but the wound was still bleeding.

Her spiritual power was gone, as if she was still holding a trace of luck, she gathered her mental power and wanted to move the teacup on the table, but the teacup did not move at all
Jing Yi looked at the ever-changing expressions on her face, holding her fingers with a generous palm, with an indelible tenderness in his eyes, "Chu'er, I don't feel pain."

The illusion of the Demon Flute King is not so easy to break. She had forced her into her illusion, but was already injured by the barrier of that environment, let alone to gather her remaining spiritual power. .

Zichu looked at his resolute and clear face, the fragments in those memories seemed to be gradually assembled, as if they had spent a period of time like this a long time ago, his arms were full of warmth, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

But she knew that she didn't love him anymore, maybe, she never liked him from the beginning to the end, she just enjoyed the feeling of being liked and cared for by others.Maybe their past was wrong, how can she fall in love with others if she only has half a heart.

(End of this chapter)